Chapter Six #2
Ocean set his phone down immediately and gave me his full attention, as if he had been waiting for me to demand it.
My eyes narrowed suspiciously as I wondered if he’d been ignoring me on purpose or because he was secretly and quietly struggling with this sudden and gaping hole between us as much as I was.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” Clearing my throat, I tried not to fidget under the intensity of his gaze.
But it wasn’t just that.
Ocean—as I’d learned—wasn’t easy to rattle, which left me feeling paradoxically safe and anxious.
He was always so poised and cultured. He spoke like someone who had received an expensive education and moved like someone used to being in charge.
He’d seen more, done more, and I was beginning to question if I could really outsmart him.
“I already know you want me to marry you and…g-give you a-a s-son.”
“Preferably more than one,” he corrected with an easy and charming smile.
The back of my neck grew hot.
More than one?
This fool hadn’t said anything about getting pregnant more than once!
“I have no control over that. You get what you get.”
Ocean shrugged, and with a languid, scorching, possessive sweep of his brown eyes, he casually yanked the metaphorical rug out from under me when he cooed, “More reason for us to keep trying, mo aingeal.” Oh lord.
The heat was spreading, rushing down my body and slipping between my legs.
“And if you’re hellbent on our marriage not being permanent, the sooner we get started, the sooner you can be free. ”
“What do you mean?”
Ocean bit into his bottom lip, and I almost came right then. “I’ll tell you on one condition.”
“Don’t play with me,” I warned as if I could actually do shit about it.
Ocean scooted his chair back and turned in his seat. “Come here. Come to me.”
I shifted to hide the fact that I almost sprang to my feet in a knee-jerk reaction. “I can hear you just fine right here.”
“But I can touch you much better if you were over here.” My fingers curled around the arms of my chair to keep from embarrassing myself again.
Nothing ever seemed to get past Ocean, though, his gaze briefly dropping to my hands.
I quickly loosened my grip, which seemed to frustrate him.
“You don’t need to hide from me,” he said with a slight growl.
“I have no intention of using your feelings against you, and nothing will happen that you don’t want. You have my word.”
“I believe you. I mean…” It felt like a betrayal of my brother, but it was for him that I purposely lowered my lashes in a show of bashfulness and said softly. “I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”
“What a good fucking girl you are.”
Something burst inside of me, like a long-dormant volcano finally waking up.
Silence fell between us again while Ocean watched me squirm and patiently waited for me to make a decision.
I didn’t have to fake the uncertainty in my movements as I rose from my seat or the shaky steps I took toward him until I was in grabbing distance.
Despite his teasing, Ocean made no move to touch me, and it took me a few agonizing seconds to understand why.
He was proving that I was safe with him, but I also had a point to prove—to myself.
I could play the game and win.
Inhaling deeply, I lowered myself into his lap.
I was still wearing the robe and nothing else, so there was almost nothing keeping him from discovering my hot, dripping pussy.
The possessive hand he immediately placed on my thigh once I was settled told me he wasn’t unaware of my aroused state.
This close, I could feel how tightly coiled he was, and something in me purred knowing he wasn’t unaffected either.
My fingers idly toyed with the terry-cloth sash while I waited for him to do what he promised.
I waited for him to touch me.
“Ocean,” I whimpered when he seemed to be taking his sweet fucking time.
“What’s up?” he asked, his deep voice an erotic rumble.
“You said you were going to touch me.”
“Did I?”
I hit him.
I punched the heir to the Fola’s arm because I was sick of Ocean amusing himself at my expense. “Yes,” I growled.
Ocean chuckled and kissed my shoulder before sobering. The immediate shift made me nervous as he regarded me with a serious expression. “Maybe I want you to kiss me.”
“What? Why?”
I was no blushing, fainting virgin, but this fine specimen of a man staring me down and telling me to perform for him had me losing a few G points,
“Because last night took a turn I hadn’t planned on and I need to know that when I fuck you, it’s because you want it.”
“Oh.” I guess he had a point.
“Yeah…oh.”
I frowned as my mind immediately began jumping two or three steps ahead. “And after I kiss you? What then?”
“Then I’ll tell you how we turn this hostage situation into a business arrangement that benefits us both.”
My hesitation made no sense and at the same time made perfect sense.
I’d fantasized about this man for years, and now that I had him, I was falling back.
In my defense, none of my fantasies had started with Ocean nearly killing my brother and trapping me.
It sort of shattered the romantic view I had of him.
I’m not naive.
I’d known Ocean was a menace, but I’d chosen to ignore that fatal flaw until the danger hit a little too close to home. Now I was forced to face it, but Ocean wasn’t giving me any space or time to process it.
Unlike my brother and Hunter, I was a straight-up square. All of my exes were, too, which was probably what made it so easy for Hunter to run them off. Keeping it a buck, I had no fucking clue how to handle a man like Ocean.
“You’ve got me twisted in a goddamn knot and have since I first saw you, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he replied, making me realize I’d spoken my deepest fears out loud. Ocean bit those succulent lips to keep from laughing at me, but it didn’t matter.
I wanted to die.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, hiding my face in my hands.
Suddenly, I could hear Hunter of all people in my head, telling me to step my pussy up, kiss this fine-ass man, and stop being so damn scary.
Fuck it.
I fisted his vest and surged forward like this was my first time kissing anyone. Our lips fused together without warning, but Ocean was more than ready for it. He didn’t waste any time taking over, and I quickly found myself racing to match his energy.
Every fear, score, fantasy, and reservation I ever had about this man melted away with one kiss that shattered them all. I forgot to fear him, hate him…I forgot I should want him dead.
He controlled the kiss, leading me where he wanted me, setting the pace and the pressure, and showing me exactly how he liked it.
Ocean was the teacher, and I was his student.
I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle and patient. I hadn’t expected me to be so eager to please.
When he suddenly ripped open my robe as if he were about to take me right here and now, I arched my back to give him better access. The cool air was a balm to my flushed skin, but it teased my aching nipples to painfully hard points.
Ocean didn’t think twice about taking the offering. He twisted me in his lap until my legs were on either side of him and then placed a possessive palm against my chest, his large hand dwarfing me as he pressed me back against the table’s edge.
Our gazes remained locked as he leaned forward to lick a slow, hot path up my sternum.
There was a bead of sweat near my collarbone that Ocean claimed before kissing the inner curves of my breasts.
My nipples were next to receive his attention, and it opened the floodgates of desire that I swore to myself were bolted.
It wasn’t long before he kissed a path back to my mouth.
It was for Hunter, my brother, and a little for me that when Ocean fed me his tongue, I answered with mine. As fucked up as it was, I secretly liked that Ocean had gone to such lengths to have me when he could have had anyone.
I wasn’t stupid.
I knew this wasn’t love.
It was lust.
It was infatuation—on my part at least.
Perhaps for Ocean, marrying me was simply convenient, but he’d already given me more passion than any man.
None of my ain’t-shit exes ever made me feel even a tenth of this.
Like they would rewrite the stars to be mine, carve out a piece of themselves just to make room for me, and find me in every lifetime.
That is the way Ocean kissed me.
What he made sure I could feel with each press of his mouth against mine.
“Mmh,” Ocean moaned as he finally pulled away. My lips were swollen and numb, and I was panting for breath I couldn’t quite catch. “Real sweet, baby. Real sweet. The next time you kiss me, do it just like that.”
A little indignant and self-conscious from his words, I wiped my mouth of our shared spittle. We’d gotten a little carried away. “I know how to kiss, Ocean.”
“But you’ve never kissed anyone the way you just kissed me, have you?” I shook my head before I could even consider denying. Ocean pecked me one last time. “And you never will.”
I didn’t have shit to say to that, so I nodded and tried to recall what we were discussing before.
I wanted him to fuck me.
No, that wasn’t it.
But I wasn’t wearing panties, and all he had in the way was a belt, a zipper, and his boxers. It’d be so easy, so quick. A few seconds, and he could be stretching me out. I could feel his thick dick trapped between my ass cheeks, and I gave a teasing wriggle.
Ocean groaned, his body shuddering against me from the restraint it took to keep from taking more than a kiss. “Shit, Coby,” he grumbled. “Why are you fucking with me?”
“Because as it turns out, I don’t like you very much,” I said while grinding my ass on him. “You’re not who I thought you were.”
Ocean’s dark chuckle as he clutched my hips and matched my rhythm. “Ditto,” he returned as we dry humped one another. “At least, one of us can say they’re not disappointed.”