Chapter 14 Violet
VIOLET
His hands are warm and rough as they cup my face, and I lean up into his body like I’m magnetized to him. There’s a draw there, a pull, and now that it’s started, I don’t want it to stop.
He kisses me, leaning down to meet me more than halfway, and I have a fleeting thought about how tall he is before his lips are on mine and every thought in my head completely disappears.
His mouth moves against mine, slow and confident.
He clearly knows what he’s doing, clearly has a way he likes to do this, and I melt into him, letting him do what he wants.
The kiss deepens more and more, his tongue flicking against my lips.
I part them, letting him slide inside, and I moan into his mouth from the heat of it all.
One thumb slides over my cheekbone and that small gesture, just a tiny thing, ignites a fire in my belly that I can’t ignore.
I lean up, seeking out more touch, more of this heat, and Lennox gives it to me, kissing me impossibly deeper.
I’m suddenly seized with the desire to touch him, and I make it as far as letting my hands rest on his chest before I lose my nerve. I don’t really know what I’m doing, and the shyness stops me from doing anything that might be wrong.
Lennox chuckles against my lips. “You can move your hands,” he murmurs in that husky tone.
He pulls back a little, and I feel a quick rush of boldness.
“I will if you will,” I say.
He groans, and there’s an answering feeling of desire in me. He’s much less shy than I am about touching, his hands coming up to touch me, skating down my sides and over my curves.
His hands on me give me the boost I need to start touching him, and I let my hands wander.
His skin is hot through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and I can feel the way his muscles flex and shift while I touch him.
I glide my palms over his arms, taking in his biceps and the handful of old scars that are scattered over his arms from a life spent being hands on with things.
It feels so good to touch him, and judging from the way his eyes flutter shut, he likes it too.
His mouth finds mine again, and this time I lean up even more to meet him. He touches my back, moving his hands lower to cup my ass, leaving me breathless. I squeeze his upper arms in response, caught up in the way he feels against me.
We end up moving, and I jump a little when my back hits the breakfast bar that separates the kitchen from the living room.
Lennox nips at my bottom lip, teeth sharp. I gasp into his mouth, my hips grinding forward of their own volition.
“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, dipping his head down to mouth at my neck. “And you smell so good.”
I moan a little, trembling against him. “I probably smell like vodka and sweat.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “No. You smell like something I want.”
That lights me up inside, and I can feel the wetness between my legs starting to grow. Heat is filling me up, threatening to spill over at any moment. My hips arch, my body grinding against his.
All thoughts of my car are forgotten—hell, my entire trip seems like a distant memory compared to this. This moment, right now, is the only thing that matters.
“Do you like this?” Lennox asks. One of his hands comes up, cupping my breast through my clothes. He skates a thumb over where my nipple is pressing hard against my bra, and it’s like I can feel it through the layers the way it gets hard and peaked.
“Yeah,” I pant, nodding.
“Good. You’re doing so good, Violet. Do you need more?”
I nod again, almost desperate for it.
“Good girl.”
Oh god. My knees threaten to give out when he says that. Something about that rough edged voice and that praise—for me—just makes me want to turn into a puddle in the middle of the floor.
That desperation kicks up a notch. I’ve never felt this good before. Never been teetering on the edge the way I am right now. I want more, just like I told him. I want more of the good feelings that he’s filling me up with.
Lennox gets his hands under my ass, and it takes me a second to realize he’s about to lift me up. “Oh my god!” I gasp. “I’m not light, Lennox.”
He just gives me a look and picks me up, setting me on the counter like I barely weigh anything.
There’s something so thrilling about it. About him picking me up and putting me where he wants me, and my heart is racing with anticipation.
Heat simmers in his eyes, a low, smoldering fire, and he comes closer, sliding his hands up my thighs to grab on to my hips. “You want this?” he asks, and it’s less like he’s checking to make sure and more like he just wants to hear me say it.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Please?”
I can see when the ‘please’ hits him in a tender place.
His eyes go darker and his fingers curl into the waistband of my shorts, giving him a hold to drag them down my legs along with my panties.
I lift, helping him get them off, and when his hands touch my bare skin, I moan.
A voice in the back of my mind says something about how I shouldn’t be sitting my bare ass on the counter, but it’s quickly silenced by the part of me that’s too into this to care.
“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, moving in closer to me. His fingers light trails of fire as they drag up the outsides of my thighs. “You feel so good, Vi.”
My voice gets caught in my throat, and even more so when his mouth finds my neck. There’s the barest hint of teeth, just a tease, just enough to have me arching against him and crying out softly.
“Beautiful.” He pulls my shirt over my head next, tossing it and my bra across the kitchen. It leaves me naked in front of him, and all of a sudden my cheeks burn and my hands come up to try to cover myself.
Lennox catches my wrists, pulling them away from my body. “Don’t hide,” he growls. “I want to see you.”
“Why?” I can’t help but whisper back.
He gives me a slightly lopsided smile, one that still has heat and desire all around the edges of it.
“Because you’re beautiful, like I just said. And if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”
My cheeks are still flooded with heat from embarrassment, but there’s also a pulse of pure want between my legs. I’m too turned on to stop this, to protest that he shouldn’t be wasting his time or whatever my brain can come up with when it’s being mean to me.
When Lennox pulls me in for another kiss, I go into it eagerly, sliding my hands up his stomach to his chest, feeling the taut muscles under his shirt.
And then I get bold, curling my own fingers into his shirt and pulling it up and over his head to put him a little on display too.
Lennox doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes are still burning with that fire as he looks at me, but before I can do more than graze my fingers over his bare chest, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
I bite my lip, hesitating.
Lennox ghosts a palm over my calf, up and up and up until he’s right where my thighs are blocking his access. “I want to make sure you’re ready for me,” he says. “I need to warm you up.”
My lips part, and honestly I don’t even know what I’m about to say, when Lennox continues. “Plus, you smell so fucking good right now. I can tell you’re so eager for me, and it’s turning me on, Violet. I have to taste you.”
“Oh, fuck.” My legs fall open, almost on their own accord after that. But how could they not? There’s a handsome, strong, sexy man on his knees for me, telling me he wants to taste me. How could anyone resist that?
He guides my legs open wider and then leans in, inhaling deeply right at the apex of my thighs. “Delicious,” he growls and then dives in.
I gasp at the first touch of his mouth to my pussy.
His tongue delves in, licking and lapping at me, gathering my wetness like he wants to drink it all down.
His fingers tighten on my thighs, holding me open for him, and I tip my head back until it’s resting against a cabinet door, trying to remember how to fucking breathe.
It’s so clear that he knows what he’s doing when it comes to this sort of thing. His mouth moves with confidence, his tongue flicking and licking and making me crazy with the patterns and swirls he takes it through.
The tip of it touches my clit, and I cry out, surprised from the jolt of pleasure that lances through me. I slap a hand over my mouth, trying to hold back, but that just makes Lennox stop so he can pin me with a look.
Something about the expression on his face combined with the sheen of my own arousal on his lips just makes my stomach flip and my pussy clench.
“I said don’t hide,” he tells me, his voice a low, sexy growl now. “I want to see you and I want to hear you. I want to know that you’re as into this as I am.”
“I definitely am,” I pant, swallowing around a sudden lump in my throat.
“Good. Then let me hear that. You’re too sexy to be hiding any part of yourself.”
My heart kicks into overdrive at that, and I don’t know if it’s just sexy talk or if he actually means that, but either way it just makes me want him more.
He goes back down, continuing to eat me out, and I gradually loosen up, letting him hear the moans and soft cries as they spill from my lips.
I’m immediately rewarded with the flat of his tongue pressing against my clit, and my hips grind up and forward, trying to work myself more into the feeling of it.
Lennox chuckles, using one hand to push me back down against the counter while the other one seeks out my pussy like a missile. Two fingers work deep into me, and the combination of his mouth and hand has my eyes rolling back into my head.
I’m so deep into it that I forget how shy and nervous I am.
My mouth opens, and moans spill out unchecked.
Gasps of his name and more and please drop into the air between us, and Lennox eats it up.
He rewards me by working his fingers deeper, fucking into me with them while his tongue laps at my clit steadily.