Chapter 7 #2
Tilting his head, he leans down, brushing his soft lips over mine. It’s a tender kiss, my first kiss, violently flipping my world so fast, I moan into his mouth, happy tears suddenly biting at my eyes.
My moan makes him release the most delicious, guttural groan, hungrily fisting my hair, and I drop the plate. It crashes to the floor as he crashes his lips against mine, not caring, not stopping.
His talented tongue slowly penetrates my mouth, his passionate lips erasing my mind. Gently, he tugs my hair as he cups my cheek, his hot kiss claiming my body as if it belongs to him, and I think it does.
I’ve never been kissed before, not on the mouth, but I think Loch’s the best at it. Ever.
He must be because he teaches, and I want to learn. My lips match his, my tongue following his, my breath moaning with his. My body melds to his, giving him total control.
“Damn, Alena,” he growls over our lips, gently nipping my bottom one. “I had to kiss you, and I can’t stop. I’ve been watching your lips all night and fucking dying to have them.”
Have me?
He wants me?
I don’t know the sound that mewls from my mouth, fused to his when he demands our next kiss, but it’s full of desire. I’m so used to being shy, but now I’m shameless, grabbing his waist, making his perfect body rub against mine.
I’m a tall woman. Most men can’t match me. But Loch dominates. Everything about him is bigger, harder, more powerful, and in control. I feel small and seduced, parting my thighs for him.
“Fuck, Alena.” He wedges his massive body between them, his panting lips finding my ear.
He grabs my hips and lifts me, aligning our bodies so he can grind his erection in teasing circles against my wetting pussy.
And… Oh my god… Loch has a can of spray paint in his jeans.
His dick is huge and rock hard as he steams over my ear.
“You have no idea. No fucking idea how bad I want you, Babygirl.”
Babygirl.
The word does something to me. Like a hedonistic hypnosis, a dark trigger, conjuring my deepest desires. My secret Saturday nights. For years, I’ve had a weekly online date with a kinky dream.
But now it’s real.
Loch is real. And I’m moaning, floating in subspace for him.
He kisses my neck, gently biting it. “Fuck, what I can do to you. How I can make you come so hard, so many times,” he vows over my skin. “For hours, days, for so fucking long, Alena, I’ve been dying to fuck you.”
Wait? What? How long?
What does he mean…
Oh shit…
I moan as his lips suck the exact spot on my neck, his tongue tasting my skin, his thumb teasing the tender flesh under my pearled nipple. His strong hips grind with the perfect pressure, his hard dick dry humping my aching pussy with erotic gyrations. Teasing. Circling.
How does he do it? Like a master of my body, Loch controls me, cresting a tsunami between my thighs, his warm lips coaxing my ear. “Such a dirty girl for me, Alena.”
Thrusting his erection against my excited clit, he pinches my nipples over my shirt, tugging with the painful pleasure, and a wave crashes through me. “Oh god,” I cry out, a slick flood suddenly soaking my panties.
My thighs ignite. My nipples scream. My clit pulses, my cunt throbbing. My legs are wide open for him. I need him, but…
But my heart.
Loch makes it beat for the first time for a man, and I feel its bruise. Its loss. I don’t know if it’ll ever stop hurting.
“Wait,” I stammer over his lips, panic ripping the moment away. “Wait, Loch.” Gently, I wedge him away.
“Sorry.” He pants, stepping back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you and—”
“No, I wanted you to, it’s just…” I search his eyes. Are they as tortured as mine? “We work together and—”
“I know.” He steps back farther, grabbing his hair. “I know we do, and I shouldn’t kiss you, shouldn’t touch you. I’m not supposed to want you, Alena. Never. Fuck, I can get into so much trouble.”
He looks like he’s broken the laws of God, not the rules of men. It’s breaking my heart. He didn’t hurt me.
“It’s okay.” I comfort him. “It’s not like I’m reporting you to HR.”
“Yeah, but…” His voice drops ominously. “You don’t really know me. You need to be careful with men, and—”
“I can protect myself.” My emotions flip again. Am I hurt? Rejected? Flattered? Attracted? There’s no ground with this man. I’m just falling into every feeling. “I’m fine, so let’s just catch our breath. Okay?”
He nods as I fight the pull of my eyes not to dart down, but they do, and my pussy throbs. Good god, his erection is huge.
That means he wants me, right? He thinks I’m pretty? I’m not a pity fuck; he’s torn like me, so I follow my heart. “Let’s see how our second date goes. Okay? Let me ask the questions next time. Let me get to know you, too, and—”
“And let’s keep it to ourselves.” His thick brows bend. “Just between us. You know how the guys at work can be.”
And he wants to protect me from them. From the jokes and rumors. All the shit women have to put up with from other men, he understands. He wants me to keep the respect I’ve earned.
But what do I want?
A chance, not a risk. A reality, not a dream. A desire, not a desperate plea for someone to finally want me. I want more than a first. I want forever.
Maybe I’m a naive ten-year-old again, talking to the moon outside my window and believing it was my mom, listening to me. But she did. She does. She shines over me, and I feel like she sent Loch. I couldn’t have asked for a man more perfect for me.
I mean… Slurpees. Hiking. Goofy and gorgeous. A warm warrior. He’s respectful but able to rip a man apart. And he said he wants to make me come for hours? For days? And I believe he can.
If my mom were alive, she’d never sex shame me. She’d tell me to go after who I want, and Loch’s the first perfect man who’s ever wanted me back.
And I want…
“I want to try.” I lift my chin, meeting his aqua eyes. “I want us to see what we can be. I like you, and I can keep a secret. Can you?”
He shakes his head. “Fuck, Alena, I can barely keep my hands off you, so yeah… I can do it. I can keep secrets, and I like you too. Next Saturday. My place. It’s a date.”
He sighs roughly, shuffling his boots. It pulls my stare back to his hidden erection, and I bite my lip, wondering, wanting.
Glancing up, I’m busted, but he smirks, suggesting, “And I should leave. You need to know me better, and I need a goddamn cold shower.”
I blink.
I blush.
I keep getting weak in the knees for him.
No man’s ever needed to douse himself in freezing water over me.
In two heart-stopping breaths, he’s ripping my exhale away. Leaning down, he softly kisses my lips. “Night, Babygirl.”
Then… he leaves with Mutt by his side.
And cheesecake on the floor.
And my heart in his big hand.