Chapter 13
BINX
I ’ve always wanted a man to kiss me like he was starved for me, like he was near death and his only hope of survival lay in the friction of our mouths waging gentle war as we press closer, closer, straining to crawl inside each other’s skin.
Seven is definitely kissing me like that.
Like he can’t get enough of me, like he’ll never get enough.
His tongue hot against mine, his beard prickling my chin, the way his fingers thread into my hair, cradling my head as he devours me—it’s all electric. Intoxicating. Better than anything I could have imagined before the moment his lips met mine.
I arch closer, pressing my breasts against his chest, moaning as the friction from the wet lace sends another jolt of arousal straight between my legs. I don’t feel my wounds at all anymore. When I first stepped into the water, there was a little stinging, but now I’m too high on endorphins to care.
I’ve never been this turned on this fast.
A part of me is ready to strip out of my panties and straddle him beneath the water, but the other part knows better than to rush. If this is the only time I get to be with Seven, I want to make it last.
I want to remember every magical second…
Pulling back the slightest bit, easing off the gas, I run my hands over the crisp hairs on his chest, relishing the powerful feel of him beneath my palms. His lips leave mine, searing a trail across my jawline as his fingers mold to my ribs just beneath the surface of the water.
“You taste like the forest,” he rumbles into my ear, making me shiver and my nipples tighten until they’re burning for his touch.
“I guess that’s a good thing?” I murmur, biting my lip to hold back another moan as he drops one hand to squeeze my ass beneath the water.
“It’s a perfect thing, real and wild,” he says, dragging his teeth lightly along my throat before he adds, “I’m pretty sure I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I exhale a turned-on sound of relief that becomes a groan as he pulls my panties to one side and pushes two fingers deep inside me. “Oh God, Seven,” I gasp, shivers of pleasure vibrating from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. “Yes, I want you so much.”
“So wet,” he murmurs as he kisses me again, the glide of his tongue against mine slower now, matching the sensuous rhythm of his hand as he fucks me slow and deep. “I can feel you all over my fingers, even under the water. Do you want me that much, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice trembling. “I want you more than anything. And I want you bare, nothing but you.”
He groans. “You’re so damned sexy. I want to fill every inch of you.” He emphasizes the words by driving his fingers even deeper, making my head spin.
I want that, too, so fucking much, and he will absolutely fill every inch. I’ve only brushed up against his erection a few times under the water, but it’s enough to confirm he’s as big there as he is everywhere else. But I’m not the least bit concerned. He’s right, I’m already drenched for him and it’s only getting worse with every touch, every kiss.
I’m ready for him.
Ready for him to bury himself deep and ruin me for other men.
I already know no other man will ever compare to him, to the way he sets my body and soul ablaze as he whispers against my lips, “I’ve been tested. I’m clear for STDs, and I’ve had the vasectomy, so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy, so…” He leaves his fingers buried deep this time, pulsing against my inner walls as he rubs his thumb in gentle circles around my clit. “Is it okay if I come inside you? I really want to fill this hot little pussy up with my come.”
Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I fight to pull in a breath as the tension building low in my body pulses higher, tighter. “Yes,” I gasp, panting and trembling as he does an undulating thing with his fingers that makes my brain come unglued. “Oh yes. Yes, God, Seven, I want that. Now. Please, oh God.”
I come crying out his name and something about how boneless he makes me feel that is probably weird, but he doesn’t care. He knows I’m weird. It’s one of the things he likes about me.
Loves about me…
He loves me, I know he does, it’s there in the glow in his eyes as he coaxes me down from my release, whispering, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Binx. Fuck, woman, you destroy me. Watching you get into the tub…” He exhales a ragged breath. “I almost came for you right then. I wanted to rip these panties down your thighs, bend you over the tub, and devour you. I can’t wait to eat your pussy. I want your salt all over my face. I want your taste imprinted on my fucking tongue.”
I emit a soft whimper that isn’t like me. I’m usually pretty bold in bed, but I’ve never had a man talk to me like this before.
“What the hell, Mr. Dirty Talk?” I ask as he pulls his fingers from inside me. “Where did you come from?”
His lips curve into a wicked smile as his hands skim up my waist to the bra clasp between my shoulders. “Hell, McGuire, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Then, he proceeds to prove it.
In seconds, my bra has vanished and his mouth is doing things to my breasts that make me throw my head back and beg the moon for mercy. Clinging to him in the warm water as he licks and sucks and bites my nipples, with the stars spinning overhead and a cool fall breeze electrifying my already sensitized skin, I know sex doesn’t get better than this. It’s just like Seven said—it’s real and perfect.
As natural as breathing…
When he lifts me out of the water, guiding me onto my knees with my forearms braced on one end of the tub, I don’t hesitate for a moment. This feels like a dance we’ve done a hundred times before. And yes, a part of me would have liked to be face-to-face for our first time, but it’s safer this way. I’m so wet and ready for him, but with enough friction under the water, we could run into trouble with lubrication. And that’s a no go.
Once we get started, I already know I’m not going to want to stop.
Not ever.
“Yes, yes,” I cry out in encouragement as he fits himself to my entrance from behind and slowly pushes inside. The head of his cock is so thick, it stretches me to my limit, but I love it, love him . “More,” I beg.
“You’re so tight,” he says, his voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t. You won’t,” I promise, wiggling my hips a little, thrilling to feel another half inch of him slip inside. “You feel amazing, and I told you, I’m not made of glass.”
“I know you’re not,” he says as he braces a hand beside mine on the edge of the tub and brings his lips to my shoulder. “You’re made of magic.”
The words might have been cheesy from someone else, but the way Seven says them—so matter-of-fact, so sincere—makes them the best thing I’ve ever heard. His groan of pleasure-pain-relief-joy as he pushes all the way inside me a second later is a close second.
“Oh, God, baby,” he says, the endearment hitting me straight in my soul as he begins to move. “You’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”
I’ve had men call me “baby” before, and I’ve pretty quickly encouraged them to find another pet name—or just go with Binx for fuck’s sake. I don’t find being infantilized sexy, but it isn’t like that when Seven calls me “baby.” It’s not about making me something smaller, or less-than, it’s about expressing how precious I am to him.
This man would die to protect me, give up anything to keep me safe, I feel it in every stroke of his body into mine. He’s rough and hungry, but also careful, every ounce of his focus on me, making sure I can take everything he has to give.
And I can…
It’s what I was made for, to be with him like this, to be his baby and for him to be mine.
“Don’t hold back,” I beg, covering his hand and holding on tight as I push back against his next thrust. I turn over my shoulder, kissing him hard as he holds still inside me. I kiss him with all the wild, feral love I feel for him, before panting against his lips, “Give me all of you. I want it all. Trust me, I can handle it, Seven. I promise I can.”
His forehead pressed to mine and his arm locked tight around my waist, he gives me his trust. He pulls back and slams into me again, fucking me with the training wheels off, no guardrails, no limits. He takes me like an animal, both of us groaning and gasping and doing our best to fuck our way into each other’s skin, until my orgasm explodes inside me like a bomb.
Pleasure forks hot through my molten core. I’m on fire with it, and I’ve never been so happy to burn.
I’m still throbbing in a dizzy pink haze, aftershocks rippling through me, when he shoves deep and comes inside me with a savage sound that makes me wish we could do it all over again this very second. I arch my spine, sealing us even closer as his cock pulses against my walls and the heat of his release fills me up.
I don’t know if it’s the fact that it’s the first time a man has ever come inside me without protection—or if it’s just Seven—but the feel of it is enough to send me spinning out all over again.
This orgasm isn’t as violent, but it’s deep, profound, rattling my bones and rearranging the stars. By the time I finally come back to myself, I’m lying on Seven’s chest in the water. My back is to his front and he’s gently running the soap over my bare body, careful not to touch my pleasure-raw parts just yet.
I shift my head until I can look up and see his profile silhouetted against the night sky. I sigh, but don’t say a word, not feeling like I need to. It feels like everything that needed to be said was expressed when he clung to me like a lifeline as he came.
Seven turns, kissing my forehead before setting the soap aside and scooping the cooling water over me with his big hand. “How many times do you think we can do that before Friday morning?” he finally asks.
I clench my jaw and take a breath, willing away the flash of pain in my chest. A part of me hoped the fantastic sex would have changed his mind, but I’m not surprised that it didn’t. He’s stubborn, especially when he thinks he’s doing the right thing.
But walking away from a connection like this isn’t right, it’s madness.
Hopefully, a few days of explosive orgasms will be enough to prove that to him.
“Four hundred,” I say in a husky, pleasure-drunk voice that makes him smile.
“Might be a little ambitious, but I’m game,” he says, meeting my gaze as I shift over to sit on the other side of the tub. His brow furrows slightly, but before he can say whatever vibe-killing thing I’m sure is on the tip of his tongue, I splash him with the soapy water.
“Me, too,” I say, “but not in cold water. You’d better hurry up and get clean before your toes freeze off. I’ll dry off and meet you inside.” I stand, letting the water roll down my body for a beat. The way his eyes devour me is worth the chill as the fall breeze kisses my skin. “I’ll be the one naked by the fire.”
His jaw clenches. “I’ll be the one ready to fuck you again.”
I grin. “Good. That’s how I like you.”
I step out of the tub, wrapping up in my towel and padding barefoot back into the cabin, not even the sight of Tater Tot lurking in the shadows like a creepy little fur potato voyeur is enough to cool my excitement for the night ahead.
So, a groundhog watched our first time? So what?
Next time, we’re going to be all alone, nothing but Seven and me and the fire warm on our skin and two whole days of magic stretching out in front of us.
It’ll be enough to change his mind.
I believe that—I have to believe it, because the thought of living the rest of my life without that man’s body wrapped around mine isn’t okay.
Not even close.