10. Chloe
Chapter 10
Chloe
“ D anger. Danger ,” my brain was screaming as I let him manhandle me.
When he traced a path down my neck with his lips, any delusions I had about stopping this flew right out the window. His touch lit me up inside, making me wild and hungry and reckless. His lips were firm, and his beard scratched at my face in the most delicious way. Those giant hands were all over my body, consuming me. He was so warm and strong and solid. I arched my back as he moved to my secret spot. The one spot below my ear that had a direct line to my clit.
How long had it been since I’d let go? Since I’d done something stupid?
This was undoubtedly very, very stupid, and yet it felt so right.
I’d spent the evening alternating between feeling simmering resentment and genuine affection for this man. How could he infuriate me so much one second and then hypnotize me with his tongue the next?
This was so bad. But fuck, it felt so good. And I couldn’t say no to the good right now.
I pushed on his chest and he pulled back, breaths sawing in and out of his lungs. This make-out session was hot and all, but I’d jumped him, so I should stop this, apologize, and get out of here.
He didn’t want me. He couldn’t. But the way he was looking at me, the heat in those eyes, and the way those big, strong hands currently gripped my ass said otherwise.
“Stop overthinking,” he commanded.
Fuck. How did he know me so well? I was having a full-blown argument with myself in my head.
He dipped closer and caged me against the wall. “Tell me what you want.”
What did I want? There was no way to explain it when I truly had no clue. My body and brain were screaming at me, and I couldn’t make sense of all the feelings swirling inside me.
I arched my back and dove in for another kiss, but he pulled back.
He trailed his knuckles over my jawline, sending a shiver through me. “Consent is sexy, Dragonfly. I need you to say the words.”
I tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “August Hebert, I want you to ravage me.”
Immediately, he pushed my dress up. In the next instant, his lips joined in, kissing me hungrily.
“It would be my fucking pleasure, Dragonfly.”
The scratch of his beard as he kissed his way down my body sent sparks arcing through me, making me wild for his touch.
His knees hit the floor, and he looked up at me with pure mischief in his eyes. “Spread,” he demanded.
Without hesitation, I obeyed, curious and wildly turned on. With one hand, he pushed me back against the wall, and with the other, he yanked my panties down to the floor.
He threw one of my legs over his shoulder and gently bit my inner thigh. I cried out as he got closer.
“Stop wiggling. I have a job to do.”
When the heat of his mouth hit my clit, I threw my head back. Every single moment was agony. I wanted to writhe against his face. How could he tease me like this?
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” he said, giving me a gentle swipe of his tongue. “And I’m a hungry boy, so don’t expect me to take it easy on you.”
Then he dove in, licking and sucking and using his fingers to spread me.
With my head against the wall and my eyes closed, I soaked in every ounce of pleasure he was giving me. How the hell was he holding me up? This position defied physics. Even so, he did not relent. Instead, he amped up the moment by easing a finger inside me. I groaned at the sensation, and the heat in my belly ignited. It had been so long since I’d felt anything remotely close to this exquisite.
Delicious tension rolled through me, building and building until I thought I might combust. Before I could tumble over the edge, though, he slowed his movements.
“Please,” I begged without an ounce of shame. The teasing was too much. He’d brought me to the brink and back with his fingers and tongue. I pushed against his face, needing more friction, more everything from him.
“That’s it. Ride my face,” he said against my pussy. “Take whatever you want. Come on my mouth. Let me lick up every bit.”
I gripped his hair and did what he said, letting his hand keep me grounded as I chased the wild, frantic pleasure that built inside me.
And then the tension broke. I arched back, overtaken by waves of pleasure, as I gasped and shuddered. He kept going, anchoring me to the ground as I rode it out, yelling and moaning at the top of my lungs.
As I came down, I leaned back against the wall, hitting my head gently and trying not to pass out as I gasped for breath. He was kissing and nipping at my inner thighs as I struggled to regain consciousness.
But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t satisfied. I needed more.
“Please,” I said, my voice quivering. “I need you inside me.”
“Me?” he asked, a massive grin splitting his face where he still kneeled at my feet.
I pouted. “Your cock, actually, but sadly, it’s attached to the rest of you.”
He jumped to his feet and whipped his T-shirt off in the sexiest way, giving me an eyeful of his broad chest covered with ink and dark hair.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, his lips on mine again. He tasted like my arousal, and his beard was still coated. The taste of myself on him drove me wild and desperate.
I grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, giddy when I came into contact with the hard bulge ready for me. “Less talking,” I said, undoing the button.
With a grunt, he pushed them down, causing his cock to spring free.
At the sight of his thick length, a niggle of worry flashed through me. But it was quickly followed by liquid heat. “And more fucking.”
With a hand on either side of my face, he dipped in and held eye contact. “Are you sure?”
I pumped his steely length and gave him a hard squeeze. “So ready.”
He bent down, kissed me hard, and picked me up. With one thrust, he was inside me.
I cried out at the intrusion, gasping for breath, the feel of him overwhelming all my senses.
“Jesus, you’re huge,” I said as he moved gently, holding me up against the wall effortlessly while he filled and stretched me so deliciously.
His expression was stern and determined, like he was fully focused on my pleasure. “You’re soaked for me. Your sweet pussy remembered my big cock and was ready.”
This would have been the time to take him down a notch or two, but I was hanging on for dear life and thoroughly enjoying the feel of him inside me.
He moved with long, slow thrusts, one arm anchored to the wall, the other holding my ass. I kept my legs wrapped tight around him and kissed every inch of his neck and jaw, desperate to get closer, to feel more of him.
Wait. This was too much, too intimate. The way we were wrapped up in one another, the deliberate pace he’d set, making sure I felt every thrust.
“Hebert,” I gritted out. “This is fucking, not lovemaking. Are you not able to ravage me properly?”
His gaze darkened, but he said nothing.
Shit, why had I gone and opened my bitchy mouth?
Before I could figure out what to do next, he was carrying me across the house, still buried deep inside me.
Eventually, he deposited me on his king-size bed. It was covered in large, stark-white pillows and a gray quilt. It was masculine and simple, just like him.
That was all the detail I could take in before he flipped me over, pulled up my hips so I was on all fours, and used a knee to spread my legs.
“You want to be fucked,” he said. “I’m your man.” With even more force than before, he thrust inside me. “I’ll fuck you better than anyone ever has or ever will.”
He smacked my ass hard. The sting rang through my entire body. I didn’t know whether to be angry or delighted. In the end, my body took over, and a loud moan worked its way out of me. As much as he infuriated me, the man was making me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of.
“And then you’ll beg me for more.”
I bit my lip, determined to remain focused. I didn’t want more. I wanted to get off and then get out of here, away from this intoxicating man and all these confusing thoughts.
But then he picked up the pace, and I was too busy writhing and screaming and clawing at the sheets to do much thinking.
“You can pretend this means nothing, but I know your secrets, Dragonfly.”
I brought my glass of water to my lips and took a slow sip as I admired how sexy he looked in the dim light of the kitchen.
I was completely naked, save for the Hebert Timber T-shirt I’d snagged from the dresser. The fabric was worn and soft, like a cool blanket draped around me.
He rested his elbows on the kitchen island and smiled. “You talk a big game, but you’re not done with me.”
His hair was messy from all the pulling I’d done, and his bubble butt looked especially delicious in those boxer briefs. But I needed to go.
Yes.
Leave.
Go home.
Away from the hot, sexy lumberjack.
We’d had our fun. Now it was time to leave. That’s what grown-ups did after casual sex.
So why was I lingering?
“I’m gonna take Clem out,” he said. “Wanna watch a movie when I get back?”
I found myself nodding, not yet ready to leave.
When he returned, I was curled up on the couch, enjoying the soft leather and contemplating just how sore I’d be in the morning.
I was drowsy and dick drunk and not in my right mind. That had to be why, when he sat down next to me, yanked me into his lap, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me, I didn’t stop him.
A conversation would have to be had. We worked together. Hell, I was this man’s boss. But damn, did his lips feel good.
He kissed me gently, reverently this time, and I melted into him.
Instantly, he was hardening beneath me.
“Impressive,” I said, grinding against his length and tilting my head back to feel the tickle of his beard on my neck. “For an old man, you have excellent stamina.”
Abruptly, he pulled back and stood with me still in his arms. “Old man?” Then he was off, striding back to the bedroom. “I’ll show you what this old man can do.”