Chapter 31 #2
She shrieks, but I’m already marching for the stairs. My aching hip gives a tight throb but I ignore it. Nothing is going to keep me from devouring this woman. Right fucking now.
“What are you doing?” She laughs, squirming against me as I climb.
“It’ll be more fun if I show you.”
She gives my butt a playful swat. “I thought you said—”
“Dessert? We’ll have that too.”
I turn into her room and fold her carefully onto the middle of the bed. Her eyes light up as I unbutton my shirt and yank it off, then reach for my belt.
“Someone showed up hungry,” she says with an adorable giggle.
My laughter rises up through me, quick and full. I haven’t felt this free in…well, a very long time. “It’s your fault.” I shuck out of my jeans and crawl onto the bed.
Her smile turns playful. “How so?”
I lift her bare foot and press a soft kiss to the hollow behind her ankle bone. Her skin is so smooth here, so soft. “Because you always smell so good. Because of the way you smile at me.”
She cocks her head. “How do I smile? I want to make sure I keep doing it.”
“Like you want me.”
Her gaze smolders with lust. “It’s kind of a problem, actually.”
I kiss her kneecap while caressing the top of her thigh, rumpling the hem of her skirt as I go. “Why’s that?”
“Because I want you all the time.”
I can’t help my grin. “I don’t see that as a problem.” I take a moment to appreciate her black panties, stroking up one thigh and across her belly, the satin warm from her body, then fluttering my thumb over her pussy, where she’s already wet.
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. “It is when you’re not here.”
I hum my understanding as I slide her skirt and panties off and drop them to the floor, then tug her to the edge of the bed and get on my knees. “I’m here now.”
She gives a sexy little groan. “Thank goodness.”
With another laugh, I caress her open with my thumbs, following with one slow stroke of my tongue.
She rocks her hips, like she’s not shy about what she wants. It’s sexy as hell that she’s so comfortable expressing herself. I caress and stroke, relishing in her gasps and the sensual way she moves against me.
Fuck, I’ve missed being the source of a woman’s pleasure. Missed unlocking her desires.
“Oh, God, Rowdy,” she breathes, panting. Her hand flies to my hair, but the sting only spikes my hunger for more. I suck and swirl until she’s trembling, her fingers tight in my hair. She comes beautifully on my tongue and fingers, her sharp cries vibrating my bones.
I suck my fingers clean, groaning in appreciation, then kiss my way up, moving slowly while she recovers, her skin flushed a pretty pink.
“That was”—she huffs a breath—“incredible.”
I nibble to the underside of her lacy tank bra. “It was pretty incredible for me too.”
She laughs. “What planet are you from again?”
“The one where I give you back-to-back orgasms before we’ve even made it into the kitchen.” I kiss her navel, inching the hem of her sweater up as I go.
She helps me tug it off. We kiss, our lips lingering, our tongues teasing, urgent, while she combs through my hair and caresses my back. “Take me there.”
I scoop her up and move her to the pillows, then slide down the strap of her lacy halter bra so I can tease her properly.
With a groan, she arches to me while stroking down my torso to my briefs.
She tugs them off, and I kick them to the floor.
Then I kneel between her thighs and give myself a slow, firm tug while I drink her in.
“Grab the headboard, mama. You’re going to need something to hold on to. ”
Her eyes widen in delight just as fresh color darkens her cheeks. “Maybe you should make me.”
Delight at her sass has me slipping her soft lacy bra up her body, caressing her arms up as I go, until they’re extended behind her head.
A simple cinch knot binds her wrists to the slats in the headboard.
She’s panting, her gaze shining with desire by the time I kiss my way back down, pausing at her lips for just long enough that she starts to squirm.
I kiss my way to her ear then suck gently, using the edge of my teeth on the tip of her earlobe. “Better?”
“Getting there.” She skims her calf up the back of my thigh to draw me closer. “Fuck me, Rowdy. Please.”
“Please, huh?” I grin. “So pretty when you beg.” I notch at her entrance, savoring the look of pure desire shining in her gorgeous brown eyes for one extra second before slowly thrusting inside. Pleasure rocks through me, and we both groan. “Fuck, sunshine.”
“Harder,” she gasps, her fingers tightening on the headboard.
I thrust again, rolling my hips to fill her that final inch. She’s so plush and warm and perfect. We move together, her body arching to meet each drive of my hips. I grab a pillow and tuck it beneath her then urge her knees up. When I thrust again, it’s firm and deep, making her body shudder.
She gives a soft cry. “Oh. Just like that. Don’t hold back.”
My dick throbs at her words. “Oh yeah? Keep you nice and full of my cock?”
“Yes,” she groans, arching as I stroke over her breast.
The room fills the snap of bare skin mixed with our quickening breaths.
When I rub her clit with my thumb, she erupts, her body pulsing tight around me.
I force myself to hold on but her orgasm is like riding an avalanche, and too soon I’m coming, the pleasure a freight train of sweetness and light.
But this time there’s more than just the relief and satisfaction.
It’s deeper than that. A feeling that’s taking root in my heart.
So it stops me in my tracks when after, when we’re getting dressed, she says, “I’ve applied to be Colton’s foster parent.”
I blink at her. “Wait, what?”
She finishes pulling on her sweater, a frown darkening her expression. “You don’t approve?”
I tug on my pants while words bottle up inside my chest. The word no is right at the top, but I shake my head because no isn’t even close to the correct response. “I don’t have the right to approve or disapprove.”
Her expression turns sharp. “Damn right you don’t.”
The picture I’d been forming of Keo and me crumbles to dust. The one of us spending carefree afternoons together like this one. Of going on adventures. Dates. Hell, even traveling. I’ve never been to San Francisco. Maybe that’s jumping ahead, but I was letting myself want it.
Want more.
And here I thought she might want that too.
Instead, she wants to bring a troubled teenaged boy into her life. To support him and nurture him.
I hope for Colton’s sake, it works out. Because he deserves someone warm and caring and patient. Someone who will put him first.
And that’s the rub.
“What about us?” I ask before I can’t. Because the sting of rejection is fucking unbearable.
She crosses her arms. “What about us?”
With a shaky exhale, I run my hands through my hair. Wow. “I need to go.”
“Why?”
“Maybe this is for the best.” This is exactly why I’ve been on my own.
Her mouth is hanging open in shock, but I snatch up my shirt and head for the door. “I’ll see you around.”