Chapter 20 #2
I didn't realize I actually spoke aloud. His eyes narrowed.
“What do you mean what the fuck?” he asked.
I kicked off my boots and spun back to him. “What is it with you and being all high-handed? I grew up here. I can deal with driving on icy roads. You took the phone from me when I was talking to Matthew this morning too. What was that about anyway? You're not in charge of my life.”
I was pissed. My emotions were riding high. Between the emotional upheaval in my life and tumbling into this madness with him, I didn't know how to deal with Dallas acting like this.
“Why are you worrying about any of this? It's just coincidence that you're here. If you weren’t, I'd be doing exactly what I would be doing and I'd be fine. Like I am,” I said, my tone mulish. I didn’t give a damn how I sounded. I was just annoyed.
His eyes narrowed. “Fine,” he said spinning around and stalking back towards the kitchen.
Once I was angry, I didn’t back down. Whether my anger was logical or not at the moment didn’t matter. It drove my actions. I followed him into the kitchen, reaching for his arm.
“Fine? That’s it? Fine,” I nearly spit out.
He spun around, his blue gaze darkening. In a flash, the air around us heated. I felt hot all over, need coiling tight in my belly, and my sex clenching. We stared at each other, the moment taut.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fine. It’s nothing,” he replied, his voice low and controlled.
Oh, that did it. I was pissed he wasn’t pushing back.
“It’s not nothing. You can’t just be all bossy with me. Maybe it's better if I just leave. If you're going to insist on staying here when it's entirely unnecessary, no sense in me getting in the way.”
I started to turn away. He caught my arm as I spun around, reeling me against him.
We collided right against the counter. He threaded his hand in my hair and his mouth slammed to mine.
In an instant, our kiss went wild. It was hot and angry.
His hand slid down my spine, pulling me roughly against him.
The hard, hot ridge of his arousal pressed against me, right at the apex of my thighs.
I needed to expel my frustration and anger, to burn up in the flames between us.
I tore my lips free, reaching between us and tearing his jeans open. Curling my palm around his cock, I sighed at the hot, velvety feel of the skin.
“Fuck, Audrey,” he muttered.
I shoved his jeans down around his hips and knelt in front of him, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock.
I closed my lips over him, drawing him deeply into my mouth and savoring the salty tang of pre-cum.
He yanked me up inside of a second. Our clothes were torn off, thrown in a tangle on the floor and then he was spinning me around, lifting me onto the kitchen counter, and dragging his fingers roughly through my folds. I was soaked with need for him.
“I need to taste you,” he murmured, his voice husky.
He buried his face between my legs, his mouth on me.
I gripped his hair. I could hardly take it.
He licked every inch of my pussy, his tongue passing over my clit, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through me.
He fucked me slowly with his fingers, bringing me to the edge again and again until I ordered him to let me go.
He laughed against me, the vibration itself sending me over the brink when he drew my clit into his mouth.
I was still reverberating from the shockwaves of my climax when he stood, bringing his lips to mine, his kiss passing the taste of me onto my lips.
Dragging my hips to the edge of the counter, he positioned his cock at my entrance and sank in to the hilt.
He held still, his eyes locked to mine. I felt caught in his gaze, caught in this web of intimacy that wove us tighter and tighter together.
He lifted a hand and brushed my hair back away from my face.
Goose bumps chased along my skin where his fingers brushed as his hand slid down my neck.
“You had me worried,” he muttered gruffly.
My heart thudded hard against my ribs. “About what?” I whispered, swallowing against the emotion cresting inside.
He was quiet, his gaze intense and searching. “You make me crazy. I know you can take care of yourself, but I don’t like you being out when the roads are like this.”
I didn’t even know how to respond. My heart clenched. I sensed it took a lot for him to say what he’d just said.
“I’m fine,” I finally murmured.
He nodded tightly. After a beat, he drew back slowly and sank inside again. I curled my legs around his hips, arching into him, a soft moan escaping at the delicious stretch of him filling me.
I needed it rough, fast, and hard. He gave it to me.
There was no holding back. He drove into me, his hips pounding, my shoulders banging against the cabinet behind me, and I didn't care.
My next release was upon me swiftly, crashing over me in an intense wave.
I felt him go taut and the heat of his release filled me.
His head fell into the dip of my shoulder.
We stood there in the kitchen, our breath heaving.
After a few moments, he lifted his head, his eyes catching mine.
The moment felt too intimate, so intense I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.