Chapter 31
Three little words
Harley
Kaz opens the door.
With his fingers laced into mine, he guides me inside. “Your place or mine?”
I frown up at him.
“Your bedroom or mine?”
I laugh. “I’ll let you decide.” I drop my clutch on the console.
He leans into me. “I want you in my bed, Harley.”
The intensity in his blue eyes is unsettling.
I can only nod in response.
He cradles my face before taking my mouth into his. He tastes like brute strength and feels like a safe haven.
My safe haven.
I moan when he exerts more pressure, opening my mouth further to him.
Our first kiss was borderline inappropriate. This one is so hot, I’m doing Kegel exercises. The man knows how to take possession of my mouth.
He cups my breasts in his big rough hands, alternating between his fingers kneading and palming.
I arch my back, loving how he gropes my breasts like he owns me. My arm snakes around his broad shoulders and I hold onto him like my life depends on it. If I don’t, I’ll end up collapsing to my knees because this kiss is freaking dizzying.
He moans into my mouth and pulls away, panting. “Let’s go upstairs.” He bites my bottom lip. “I need you out of this dress.” His tongue sweeps against my mouth. “I’m already addicted to kissing your lips. I want that addiction to extend to your other set of lips.”
My thighs clench together at his words and my neglected vagina jumps to her feet and gives this man a standing ovation.
Dear God.
I toy with the buttons of his shirt. “You have a talented tongue.”
His fingers play with the strap of my dress before lowering it. “Wait until I have my mouth on your pussy. Then you’ll know how talented my tongue really is.”
“That’s a big promise.”
He lowers the second strap. “The sooner you’re out of this dress, the sooner you’ll find out what you’ve been missing.”
I pull my arms through them. “Such confidence.”
“It has nothing to do with confidence. It has everything to do with how damn much I want you.”
That confession leaves me speechless for a beat. “The things you say—”
“Are things I mean.”
There he goes again, robbing me of my words.
“Ready to play, Goldilocks?” The heat of his gaze as his eyes travel over me sets my body on fire.
Goosebumps prickle over my skin. “So, so ready.”
Kaz sweeps me in his arms, bridal style, and climbs the stairs to the third floor. I loop my arms around his neck and cradle my head against his strong chest.
We arrive at his majestic bedroom, decorated in the same gray, white, and black neutral tones as the rest of his carriage house.
He drops me to my feet like I’m a fragile doll, spins me, gathers my hair in one hand, and pulls it to one side. “This dress is going to look so much better when it’s off your sinful body.” He whispers those words low against the back of my neck.
My eyes close, relishing them.
He backs away from me, taking his heat with him, and I mourn the loss.
He inches down the zipper of my dress, the sound echoing in his bedroom. He lowers to his haunches and slides the dress down my body. “Step out of it.”
I hold onto his shoulder and do as I’m told.
Kaz glances up.
Those blue wells are darker than I’ve seen them so far, shadowed by something dangerous, like a storm brewing on the horizon.
He whistles and shakes his head. “Did I buy this lingerie?”
“Everything nice I own, you bought for me.”
“Did you pick this, or Judith?”
“I did…” I hesitate.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I’m not sure how far I should go with my confession.
He tilts his head to the side.
Just put it out there. “I bought the lingerie… with you in mind.”
He lets out a primal, masculine sound that sends a shiver straight through me, ratcheting my need for him.
Kaz drops to his knees, grabs my hips, turns me around, and bites my ass as he gropes my cheeks.
I gasp.
The sensation is pure bliss.
He flips me around, and I almost trip on my high heels.
He steadies me by gripping my ass cheeks before burying his face between my legs and inhaling.
I dig my fingers into his thick, brown hair.
“Fuck, I love your scent,” he says, his voice deep and chocolatey.
He blows hot air against my pussy before nipping at it over my panties.
A shudder runs through me.
He does it again.
I squirm in his grip.
“God, Kaz.”
“I want to mark every delicious part of you—your mouth, your beautiful tits, your pussy, stomach, and your gorgeous ass. I want to make it so dirty, it’ll redefine what you know about sex.
I want to make it so filthy, you’ll curse every other cock you’ve had for not honoring your pussy like you deserve.
I want to make it so debased, you’ll never be able to think of me—of us—without your pussy weeping with need. ”
Good Lord, take me now.
My nipples pebble against my bra at his incendiary words.
And… I think the pussy weeping already started.
“And don’t think you’ll be able to seek salvation from a paltry sex toy. No.” He shakes his head. “You’ll need a good pounding from my meaty cock just so you can function.”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
“Once you ride my cock, you’ll wonder how you managed to survive this long without a daily fuck.” He places a hand over his crotch and squeezes hard.
Mother of God.
This guy may be brooding, grumpy, and a man of few words, but he holds a PhD in dirty talking.
“When I’m done with you, I’ll have ruined you for any other man, Harley.”
Fiery heat streaks through me like flames licking up the walls of a burning building. I let out a garble of words in a language that’s never slipped from my lips before as my chest heaves in anticipation.
“I don’t do soft, sweet, or tender. If this is too much to handle, we can stop right now,” my roommate with the potty mouth says.
I’d be a fool to refuse those tempting promises.
This man can dominate me all day and all night long.
“I want it dirty, filthy, debased. I want that with you.”
“Good answer, Goldilocks,” he says. “Being with you will unleash a beast in me, but I’m no monster. Since you’re this little thing, you’ll be on top.”
I’m dying to feel the weight of his body against mine, but, after that warning, I might want to ease my way into Kaz Lindstrom’s naughty world. “Okay.”
“But before you sit on my cock, I need you to sit on my face.”
A flood of desire pools between my thighs and my pussy throbs.
“We need to get you out of these panties,” he says.
Kaz leans forward, bites the edge of my panties with his teeth, and lowers them.
I glance down at him, and I nearly combust.
The potent cocktail of the feral glint in his eyes, him gripping my underwear with his teeth while grunting… it’s all too much.
“Step out of them,” he says.
My legs wobble when I attempt to follow his order.
When I step out of my nude-color panties, he grabs them, brings them to his nose, and inhales.
“If you’re hungry, you’re gonna have to tell me, ’cause I don’t intend on letting you out of my bedroom until you have to report for duty at your new job tomorrow morning.”
Shit. I’m about to fuck my soon-to-be boss.
The realization causes chaos in my brain.
Fucking your boss and your roommate is a recipe for disaster.
“I hear your boss is a bit of a hardass, so you walking funny tomorrow––which I guarantee you will––might solicit some strange stares from him.”
I didn’t see that coming.
His off-the-wall comment puts an end to my inner dialogue.
I laugh.
Kaz slides a finger between my pussy lips, and I gasp.
He plunges the finger in and out of me a few times before removing his hand from between my legs. He brings his finger to his lips and licks it.
“You taste so good. I knew you would.”
I’m no virgin, but this man is throwing me off kilter.
He drops his gaze to my feet. “As much as I love those sexy high heels on you, it saddens me to demand you remove them. They’ll be in the way for what I have in store for you.”
He removes one shoe.
Thump.
The other one comes off.
Thump.
He gets back on his feet.
Without the heels, I feel like the tiniest person in the world in comparison to this giant.
I stare up at him, mesmerized.
“This bra is in the way.” He unclasps it and flings it aside.
He trails his eyes over my breasts. “From this day on, your incredible tits will be the star feature of all my wet dreams.”
I’m sure he’s saying that in the heat of the moment, but damn if it doesn’t do something to me.
He leans down and kisses me.
Tasting myself on his tongue is so hot.
He peppers kisses along my neck and chest.
I swear, the temperature in this room went up by one hundred degrees.
I arch my back for more.
He captures a nipple in his mouth, closing his finger and thumb around the other nipple and plucking it.
I inhale in a sharp breath. Two different sensations that send me to the moon and back.
My fingers snake through his hair.
He lets out a groan around my nipple that reverberates throughout me.
He licks my nipple with the pad of his tongue before biting down on it.
My body jerks.
God.
He repeats his assault over and over again.
The last bite is more forceful.
I tighten my hold on his hair as a wave of exhilarating sensations sail straight to my clit.
He switches his torture tactic and moves his mouth to the other nipple. He lifts his head with one hand still groping my breast, blue eyes colliding into mine. “Your tits are magnificent.”
I’m not sure what to say to that kind of praise.
The sight of my breast in his large hand is enough to make me come.
His other hand travels down my body and strokes my pussy hair in slow dangerous motions.
Judith must’ve known something I didn’t for booking a waxing session yesterday. With zero budget for beauty and without a boyfriend, I had neglected all personal grooming. It would’ve been embarrassing if I was still as hairy as a Hungarian sheepdog between my legs.
Kaz plunges two fingers inside me.
I clench my ass cheeks together, propelling my pelvis forward.
“You’re dripping wet for me, Harley.”
Yes. Yes, I am.