Chapter Thirteen RUSSELL
Chapter Thirteen
RUSSELL
Paisley's jade eyes blinked up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were kiss bitten.
She was fucking dangerous. Jesus. Her breasts were round, just enough to fill my palms. Her nipples were dusky pink and taut.
I couldn't help it and dipped my head again to swirl my tongue around one and give it a suck.
I savored the way she trembled underneath me and let out a sharp cry.
“Russell,” she murmured.
I lifted my head. “Yes?”
“What do you mean I’m dangerous?” she pressed.
“You're so hot, and well, you're dangerous for me because I can’t think.”
I slid my palm over her belly. Her skin was warm and dewy.
I brought my lips to her skin again, this time following the random scatter of freckles on one side of her belly.
She was wearing practical black cotton panties, which suited her.
I let my hand slide down between her thighs, teasing over the damp cotton.
I doubted she was as turned on as me because that would be fucking impossible.
I was so hard I was riding the edge of pain.
I'd kept my briefs on for a reason. I knew the minute I was naked I’d need to be inside her.
I wanted this to be good for Paisley and didn’t want to rush through it.
Her hips rocked into my hand, and she let out something between a moan and a whimper.
I only had so much restraint and hooked a finger over the edge of the elastic, tugging her panties down over her hips.
She was helpful, lifting her hips and shimmying as she kicked her panties free from her ankles.
My gaze landed on the tidy thatch of auburn hair, and I sifted my fingers through her curls and dipped into her folds. My fingers became instantly slick with her arousal, and she impatiently bucked into my touch, her pussy clenching around me as I delved into her.
Paisley could be so cranky with me and so quick to argue. Fuck, I loved how fiery she was. I also loved that she was wet—for me.
She gasped my name. I lifted my head. “Yes?”
I sank two fingers in her, and her eyes fell closed as she arched back. Fuck me. I wanted all of it at once. I wanted to tease her breasts and taste every inch of her skin, but I was busy fucking her with my fingers.
I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses on her belly while she shuddered underneath me.
Shifting lower, I pushed her thighs apart and finally tasted her.
She was salty and sweet, her scent musky.
I licked into her folds, loving her incoherent cries and her impatience with me.
Her orgasm came faster than I expected when I swirled my tongue around her clit, and she tensed before her entire body trembled when she let out a sharp, keening cry.
My mind was hazed with need. I rose, rolling to the side and fumbling for a condom in my night table. I shucked my briefs when I stood. When I lifted my gaze, I found Paisley’s eyes opened wide.
“Come here,” she murmured as she propped herself up on an elbow.
I still had the condom in my hand, but I stepped close to her. My knees sank into the mattress when she curled her palm around my throbbing length. Her thumb swiped over the bead of cum rolling out. With her eyes on mine, she licked her thumb clean.
“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I growled.
She leaned forward to swirl her tongue around the tip of my cock, then she sucked me in quick. I almost came right then and was relieved when she drew back.
“I need to be inside you,” I said flatly.
She shimmied back on the bed as I swiftly rolled the condom down my length. Seconds later, I was resting in the cradle of her hips, and her legs were curling around me. I filled her in a swift surge.
She let out a ragged breath. My speech was slurred as my forehead fell to hers. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
She moaned in response, wiggling her hips slightly as I seated myself fully.
I held still for a beat because I knew I didn’t have much time left before I came.
My balls were drawing up tight, and I could feel the hot sizzle at the base of my spine.
Resting on an elbow, I drew back and thrust inside her deeply.
Reaching between us, I teased my fingers over her slippery and swollen clit.
She was already clenching around me and sounded startled.
“Oh! Oh, my god.”
Then, she was shuddering with another cry, and I followed her over. My release whipped through me. My mind went blank as white-hot electricity vibrated through me. I fell to the side, rolling her with me.
I'd known I wanted Paisley, and it would be good with us, but desire was fickle. Sometimes what you thought would be good wasn't good after all, but that wasn’t the case with Paisley. She was like her own magic elixir.
She fell against me warm and soft, her skin damp. I lay there stunned, trying to absorb the implications of just how amazing that was. After a moment, I felt her eyes on me and dragged mine open. She looked as startled as I felt.
She took a shuddery breath. “It wasn’t supposed to be that good,” she said bluntly.
A tiny voice in the back of my mind tried to tell me I should disengage, and she should go upstairs. We should keep this contained, stuff this magic back into a bottle and cork it. But I didn't feel like listening to that voice right then.
Paisley was soft, she was warm, and I didn't want her to leave. I slid my hand up and down her back. After a few minutes, she shifted, and I slipped out of her. I rolled away and walked into the bathroom to deal with the condom. I thought maybe she would have more sense than me and leave. But a moment later, after I’d washed my hands and splashed cold water on my face, I returned to the bedroom to find her still lying there, curled on her side.
When I reached the bed again, I lifted the covers, and she blinked up at me. “You're getting cold,” I pointed out.
I knew this because I could see the goose bumps on her skin. She shimmied and rolled under the covers with me. I fell asleep with her held close, not even letting myself think about how crazy and stupid this was.