Chapter 13 #2
He twists a lock of my hair around his finger.
“About what happened this morning. I know I told you I wouldn’t push you to tell me what all of this is about—what happened to you and why you’re here.
” His gaze holds mine immobile even when I want to look away from the intensity there.
“But I can’t protect you if I don’t know, and I can’t risk Willow and Niall’s safety if something’s going to come looking for you that could be dangerous for all of us.
” He drops my hair and grazes his fingertips across my cheek.
“I don’t want to push you. I don’t want to force you to talk about something you’re not ready to.
But I don’t know how much more time I can give you. ”
I swallow through the burn in my throat that threatens tears.
Because I know he’s right.
“I could just go.”
His eyes darken, and I thought I knew what his reaction would be before I said the words.
It surprises me when he dips his head and presses his lips to mine, inhaling all of my oxygen and becoming my sole focus for a few moments.
Long enough that my breath is gone by the time he pulls away from the kiss that felt an awful lot like he was staking a claim.
“If you think I’m going to let you leave McBride Mountain, you’re fucking crazy, woman.”
Maybe I am crazy for ever getting involved with him. For ever thinking I could get away with having a few days, or hell, maybe even a week or two, with this man and then walk away later with my heart intact.
We’ve only spent one night together, and I’m already hopelessly falling for him in a bad way. I’m in deep, and there is no hope of finding a way out of it.
All that’s left is to open myself up, to completely come clean. To let him see all of me and all the reasons I didn’t want to stay. “Can I tell you tomorrow?”
He trails his fingers over my cheek and nose like he’s counting my freckles. “Why?”
“Because I just want one more night where you don’t look at me differently.”
His mossy gaze softens. “I already told you, Lucky, I’m not afraid of anything in your past. It’s not going to change anything between us.”
“You say that now, but—”
“No buts.” He shakes his head. “Will it make you feel better if we do it in the morning?”
I nod.
“Okay.” He feathers his lips across my forehead. “Let’s eat and go to bed, and in the morning, I’ll fuck you…and then we can talk.”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, a chuckle climbs up my throat. “That sounds like a good plan.”
He grins at me. “I thought so.” His stomach rumbles, and he laughs. “Now let’s eat. It smells incredible.” Dipping his head, he kisses the side of my neck, up to my ear. “And then, when I’m done with dinner, you’ll be my dessert.”
Fuck.
My knees wobble for a second, my pussy clenching at the promise in his words, and suddenly, it doesn’t seem so important to have dinner. But I know he’s been out all day and barely touched his breakfast, so the needs of my pulsing body will just have to wait.
I squeeze my thighs together to dull the ache there and try to pull away from him, but he holds me steady. “What is it?”
“You think I didn’t feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“The way your body just twitched.”
Shit.
Heat floods my cheeks.
He kisses my earlobe and gently pulls it between his teeth, grazing them along the edge, sending a shudder through me. One hand softly brushes across my chest, cupping my breast, and even through my bra, my hyper-sensitive nipples twinge as he flicks his thumb across them.
“Maybe I’ll have an appetizer.”
Fuck.
He slides his hands down, deftly unbuttons my jeans, and slips his palm inside until his fingers find my already slick pussy. I twitch as he brushes them there, and he groans in my ear.
“Fucking hell, woman. Have you been like this all day?”
I nod my head against his chest, shifting restlessly in his hold on me, seeking more friction, and his fingers easily glide through my slick core, spreading my arousal over my clit in a way that makes my entire body pulse.
“Tell me what you were thinking about.”
Fuck, is he serious?
I release a little noise that I don’t think I’ve ever heard from myself before as he slides a finger into me.
It’s embarrassing how many times I thought about being with him today. How often my body heated and shuddered remembering his touch and how it felt to have his cock inside me. Like I am right now.
I clench around him, and he groans his approval and kisses his way across my cheek to my lips.
“Tell me, Lucky. What were you thinking about that got you this wet?”
A whimper slips from my lips as I shift again, and he pulls his finger out until just the tip stays inside, then plunges it in again.
“I was thinking about”—I shiver—“last night.”
“Yeah?” His warm breath flutters over my face. “What part?”
“When I was riding you…”
He grins against my lips. “Did you like that?”
I nod, and my body pulses as the memory flares even brighter.
“Want me to let you do it again?”
He slides his thumb up across my clit and rolls it there as he plunges his finger slowly in and out of me. I groan and nod, dropping my face to his chest again.
“What else would you like me to do?”
Fuck.
“You have to tell me, Bluebell, because you know I don’t have any fucking idea what I’m doing.”
I chuckle at that and pull my head back to look up at him. “Oh, yes you do. You did just fine.”
He raises a brow, his hand stilling, much to my dismay. “Fine? That definitely isn’t the word a man wants to hear from a woman describing having sex with him.”
Shit.
I laugh and shake my head. “That isn’t what I meant.
I meant…” I push up on my toes so I can kiss him again, and he continues moving his hand between my legs in a way that has heat spreading through the rest of my core and into my limbs, making my knees tremble, barely capable of holding me up.
“What I meant was you don’t have anything to worry about. Last night was incredible.”
“Mmm.” He kisses me gently. Nothing more than a tease. “So, tell me what you want me to do to you tonight.”
A thousand carnal possibilities race through my head, making me more frantic. I move against his hand, practically fucking it as he slides another finger into me, stretching me.
I groan. “I want you to finish me off like this.”
He grins. “Already on my to-do list.”
“And then, after we eat”—he laughs slightly at my aside—“I want you to take me upstairs and bend me over the bed.”
His eyes flare, and I feel his hard his cock twitch where my body is pressed to it. “That can definitely be arranged.”
His thumb rolling over my clit moves faster and he presses down harder, the contact enough to finally make me detonate. My body convulses in his hold, but he clings to me, ensuring I stay upright through my orgasm.
I gasp, and he catches the sound with a deep kiss, sliding his tongue in along mine, groaning as my pussy clenches around his fingers and I come apart in his arms.
Fuck.
When I finally come back down, resting my forehead against his chest, he kisses the top of my head, then pulls his hand free and lifts it to his mouth, sliding his glistening fingers into it and licking them clean.
“The perfect appetizer.”