Chapter 22 #2
Shock flares up in her eyes, and her mouth drops open as the hand cleaning my cut pulls back on instinct. Her gaze flicks down to her hand lying on my bare torso, lingering barely long enough for me to catch her look of appreciation.
I turn my head to the side before my imagination runs rampant.
This woman is my own personal nightmare and dream wrapped up in one. Nightmare because I know I can’t have her, and dream because she’s somehow all I’ve ever looked for in a life partner.
“Kiss me,” Vivienne says suddenly.
I suck in a sharp breath as she voices the very thoughts I’ve tried so hard to bury.
“I can’t,” I say, the words paining me more than I thought they would.
“Why not?” Vivienne asks defiantly. “What’s stopping you, Nate?”
“I made you a promise. It may not have been an official contract, but I’m a man of my word.”
She cups my cheeks again and gives me a gentle shake. “Please. Would you please just look at me?”
I shut my eyes as I turn back to her.
The plan is simple: let her down easy—look her in the eyes and tell her I don’t want her—when it couldn’t be further from the truth. But I have no opening to do that when Vivienne takes fate into her own hands and kisses me.
It’s a peck at first. Sweet and gentle. But it’s also mixed with a load of uncertainty—vulnerability. She pulls back not long after, lowering herself from the tips of her toes until her Bambi eyes meet mine.
I can see it all. The thoughts twirling in her head about whether she made the wrong choice in kissing me. The fear that I might reject her like I did once before. And with the shaky step she takes back, she’s thinking about pulling away from me again.
I can’t let that happen. Not when I’ve craved this woman from the moment I met her, and definitely not after getting to know her—the real her.
My arm wraps around her waist without a second thought, and I reel her in until she’s flush against my body. With a quick lift, I set her on the bathroom counter, kissing away her delayed gasp of surprise with hunger.
Her legs tighten around my waist, and her fingers thread through my hair. My hand is holding the back of her neck, making sure she can’t get away from me. I lick the seam of her lips, smiling against them when she caves.
“Why are you smiling?” She pulls back to ask, but it isn’t long until I’m back on her.
I’ve been a starved man, and now that I have what I want, there’s no more fighting it.
“I don’t think you realize how much I’ve wanted this.”
Vivienne leans back in surprise, and I take the opportunity to peck my way down the slope of her neck. I move on to her chest, admiring the taut peaks straining against the baby-blue satin, then kiss one through the material, satisfied when I hear her gasp of surprise.
“This little set looks so good on you.” I tug on one of the straps, letting it slip down her shoulder.
A sweet giggle slips past her lips, but it’s quickly replaced by a moan when I nibble on the sensitive bud.
“Evelyn and Sutton sabotaged me by replacing all my oversized pajamas.”
“Guess you’ll have to thank them for me.” I smile against her skin, licking a path down her stomach to her belly button.
I’d go lower, but something about it feels wrong. It’s too early—too soon—and I like this girl too much to make her believe that anything between us is an act of lust.
I’m looking to stand, craving her lips on mine, when a hand lands on my head, forcing me back down.
“You never actually got down on one knee for me, so I guess you’ll have to kneel on both.”
I groan at the implication behind her words. “Say something like that again, and I won’t be able to control myself.”
Vivienne quirks a brow, smiling wickedly. “Who said I want you to stay in control?”
Every muscle in my body restrains itself from pouncing on her. This is a side to Vivienne I’ve seen before, just not under these circumstances. Taunting. Pulling every one of my strings, hoping they’ll snap.
“You’re playing with fire, Vivienne. I’d be careful with what you say.”
“Good thing I don’t mind getting burned.”
Fuck my life.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
She nods eagerly, and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear before getting down on both knees.
I already know what I’m looking to do between her legs, but a part of me hopes she’ll stop me. There’s no going back after this, and I pray it’s the same for her.
“I was starting to wonder when you’d properly propose.” Vivienne lays one leg over my shoulder and pulls me close. “You’re going to have to work extra hard for me now.”
I hook a finger in the waistband of her satin shorts and snap it back as a warning. She inhales sharply, leaning back against the mirror to look at me with a hunger in her eyes.
“Do you know what they say about greed?” I ask.
Vivienne meets my question with a pout of her lips. “No.”
“Greedy people never get what they want,” I answer the question on her behalf.
Her face falls flat, and I chuckle at the disappointment that riddles her expression.
“Lucky for you, I’m generous.”
My hands grab either side of her shorts before shuffling them off her hips. I leave a kiss in the middle of her heat when she’s finally bare to me. The breathy whispers she lets out are literal music to my ears, but it’s not enough—I want her chanting my name.
I run two fingers along her slit, taken aback by her moisture.
“I shouldn’t be surprised you’re this wet.” I repeat the movement, paying extra attention to that bundle of nerves. “Always knew you wanted me, even when you claimed to hate me.” It’s only when I push a finger inside her cunt that Vivienne grows louder.
“Nate,” she moans—a sound seemingly so familiar.
I add another finger, pumping in and out of her at a slow, torturous pace before I pick up the speed. Her knees grow weak, and her eyes close in ecstasy.
“So sensitive for me.” I make it three, pressing my thumb on her clit. Soon, my mouth takes over, sucking it while my fingers continue working her in and out.
I can feel it. This girl couldn’t be any closer. And as expected, she shatters, legs shaking from the orgasm as I lap her up.
Somehow, she already knows I’m not stopping at one.
“Nate, I can’t do this. I can’t take another,” Vivienne pleads.
“Good girls take what they’re given.”
She shudders at the words, while I go back to leaving a trail of kisses along the puffy lips of her pussy. My tongue draws in and out of her tight hole until she’s coming again, screaming my name.
I slap her cunt on my way up and press my lips to hers. She gasps in surprise before caving in.
“See how good you taste?” I drawl.
Vivienne’s hands make their way to the still-intact towel around my hips, but I swat them away, trapping them under mine on the bathroom counter.
I know what she’s looking to do, and for now, that’s completely off-limits. Tonight wasn’t about me. It was about her. Her pleasure. Her wants and needs. If she comes to regret what went down between us tomorrow morning, I’ll be able to live with myself knowing I haven’t taken advantage of her.
“What about you?” Vivienne pouts, trying to free her hands from my grasp.
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she whispers, looking down at the obvious tent beneath my towel.
I tilt her chin up until her gaze meets mine. “I’ll take care of it later. Let me clean you up first.”
I dampen a towel with warm water and settle myself back on my knees to wipe away our mess.
With a quick tug, her shorts are back in place, and I give her one last kiss on the cheek before throwing her over my shoulder.
Vivienne squeals in protest, but I ignore it as I march over to the bed and place her under the covers gently.
“Don’t run away from me this time,” I whisper in her ear.
She gives a slight nod of approval, prompting me to smile.
“Good.” I kiss her forehead without shame this time, tucking her under the sheets before heading back for my second cold shower of the day.