Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
Bishop
J ust say it. Tell her all the things tearing you up inside, all the things that make up who she is. Tell Korrie she has so much power over you, that falling to your knees and worshipping her is something you crave to do.
And as I stared into Korrie’s eyes, there was nothing more I wanted in this world than to make her mine… to make her happy.
It was this need in me that was so powerful it was like an unbreakable vow.
“ Tell me ,” she said softly, and I wondered if she meant to say those words out loud. They were breathy, as if she knew what I was going to say and anticipated it.
“I can't stop looking at you.” First part—maybe the simplest one—down. “I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting to know everything about you.” God, my throat is so fucking tight . “I…” She was holding her breath. Have mercy, she was leaning in, looking at my lips for me to say more.
Sweet Jesus… look at the way the backdrop of the lighting in the bar accents her features, showcasing them and making her even more gorgeous.
My breathing became more erratic.
Her lashes, long and thick, framing her big, beautiful eyes. Her dark skin so smooth and flawless, having my fingers curling into my palms of their own accord, aching to touch her.
I couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of my heart.
Her lips looked plumper, her teeth gently nibbling, drawing blood right under the surface, making the flesh slightly swollen and kissable.
My lips tingled as I imagined doing just that, slamming my mouth down on hers, taking her in the way that kept me up at night—figuratively and literally.
“What is it, Bishop?” Her voice was soft, needy. Sexual.
“I have this obsession, Korrie. For you. No,” I said and shook my head. “It’s more than an obsession, more than a fool’s infatuation. I want you. God help me… I want you .” Maybe I should have filtered my words, chosen a better way to phrase things, but I wasn’t going to hide behind anything where Korrie was concerned. I wasn’t going to hide the truth of how I felt.
I think I love you. No, can’t say that, can’t push her away or frighten her.
She stared at me, her eyes a little wide, her lips parted. I took in the delicate, feminine features that made up Korrie. So pretty.
Tell me you feel this too, Korrie. Tell me you want me like I want you.
But she stayed silent, and I worried I’d ruined everything by telling her this, baring my soul. It was too soon. I’d fucked things up.
I’d never wanted someone more in my life than I wanted Korrie, and there was nothing more important, more monumental than claiming her and making sure she knew that no other man would have her but me.
“I can’t take my eyes off you.” The truth of those words would have brought me to my knees if I hadn’t been sitting already. And even if I’d said as much to her already, I didn’t think she knew how deep I meant them. “It’s not just because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Korrie.” I heard her sharp inhale, my words shocking her… turning her on even more.
I felt myself lean in closer, as if we were two magnets being pulled together. The air stilled, thickened. It was like this scorching heat surrounding us. Beads of sweat formed along my temples, my blood rushing through my veins, arousal making me feel drunk.
“Bishop.”
Fuck. She burned me alive.
The way she said my name, how it rolled off her tongue had my cock jerking.
“You feel it too,” I said before I could censor my words. But I didn’t regret them. I wouldn’t take them back. Korrie did feel what I felt. I could tell by the way her pupils dilated, by the shallow way she started breathing. I could see it in the way she licked her lips, her eyes lowering to mine as if she ached for me to kiss her in the same mind-shattering way I yearned to.
There was this hazy fog that surrounded me, clouding my judgment, all rationalization telling me I needed to make Korrie mine. There was no other priority I had unless it was claiming her, and even then I knew nothing else would be as important to me as her .
“Say something,” I whispered, desperate to have her tell me what was on her mind.
But she didn’t say anything. Instead I felt her hand on my chest, and I lowered my gaze to see her hand against me. Her fingers were long, delicate, and feminine. Her nails had this clear glossy shine to them… so pretty. My heart thundered harder. Could she feel it? Could she feel how hard it beat for her ?
This low, gruff sound left me involuntarily, and I lifted my gaze so I could stare into her eyes once more. She was nibbling the plump, red flesh of her bottom lip. This low sound left her, and her warm, rum-laced breath lightly moved along my lips. God, she smells so good, the heat from her body searing me alive.
I need more.
“I feel…”
Tell me, pretty girl. Tell me all your thoughts. Tell me you want me with this ferocity that consumes you… like it does me.
My heart was racing, a war drum beating inside my chest, pounding against my ribs. It beats for her .
“I feel the same way,” she finally said, her words breathless, her straight, white little teeth still tugging on her lip.
Her expression was rapt with want and need. It screamed… kiss me .
And I wasn’t going to stop myself from doing just that.
“Bishop.” She all but moaned my name and now was the one to lean in closer to me.
God, tell me, Korrie. Just say the words, break this tension.
“Kiss me.”
I felt a triumphant roar fill my chest, coming out as a low growl of pleasure. I curled my hand around her nape, pulled her closer, and slammed my mouth down on hers.
At the first taste of her lips, I groaned anew, getting lost in the flavor, scent… feeling of Korrie.
I stroked her with my tongue, and when she parted her lips for me, I didn’t hesitate to plunge the muscle inside, sweeping into the warm, addictive cavern of just a sampling of everything I craved from her. This was the beginning of what we’d share together.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her mouth, tilting my head, deepening the kiss. She held onto my biceps, her nails digging into my flesh. God, she smelled so good, that crisp, lemony scent. She was so receptive, clinging to me, moaning as I fucked her mouth like I wanted to do between her thighs.
My cock hardened, thickening even more, impossibly stiffer. It was to the point of no return, the massive length painful. Fuck, my dick was digging into the zipper of my jeans, but it served the bastard right. Let it be uncomfortable as I savored Korrie’s kiss.
I was crazed for her, drunk from Korrie’s flavor, so hungry for her that I felt insane from my arousal.
“Bishop, I-I…” Her words were low and husky, her arousal right there at the surface so that she was having a hard time even speaking. Same, Korrie. I’m the same.
“Tell me what you need and it’s yours. Everything I am is yours.” I hoped she didn’t think too hard on how possessive those words sounded. I meant them to my marrow.
I could see she was really thinking about what she wanted to tell me, her apprehension tangible.
“I guaran-fucking-tee whatever you want is only a fraction of what I want, Korrie.” My voice was this husky purr, my pleasure coming through thick in my voice, one I didn't bother trying to hide.
She stared into my eyes, then said in the most pleasure-filled voice I’d ever heard, “I want you… to take me to your place.”