Chapter 13 #2
“Really?” I was getting hot under the collar again. He did that to me. I needed to remain defiant around him, or I’d completely lose myself and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I tried climbing off his lap, but he refused to allow me.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“So you are admitting I’m your prisoner.”
The wry look on his face was one I wanted to smack off him, but every time I looked at him, I was reminded that he was right about the way my body responded to him.
“You are my guest, but you’re not going anywhere.”
“You’re the most insufferable man I’ve ever met. I could do you significant harm. Your business. Your personal life. Not to mention I could send you to prison. For life.”
Now he was simply amused with me. “You won’t deny me, sweet angel.”
“Why is that?”
He took another sip of his drink and when he did, I involuntarily dragged the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip. I watched closely as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. Even that was sexy as hell. My God. What in the hell was I doing?
“Because you crave the same thing as I do, unable to deny a hunger that fueled the darkness when I was gone. Don’t try and deny what we share is very special.”
Just his words left me breathless. Damn the man. “And very toxic.”
Using two fingers, he deftly unfastened the buttons on his shirt, peeling away the material to expose the swell between my breasts. The inner voice was telling me to stop him, but doing so seemed futile.
Even seated and wearing casual clothes the man was intimidating as hell, but he also oozed sexual energy that had already created a wave of prickles dancing down both arms. As I’d done before, my mind wanted to ignore him, to push him away, but the attraction and deep desire that had kept me from falling asleep was even stronger.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I managed, how I wasn’t certain.
“What exactly are we doing?” He placed his drink on the small table next to him, using a single finger to lift my chin.
“Pure sin.” I brushed my hand down his chest, kneading his chest wall through his shirt. The tingles in my fingers escaped logic.
“Yes, I agree, but I also feel the way your body quivers every time I touch you, the way your mouth curves when knowing I’m about to kiss you.”
I found myself lowering my head as if in anticipation.
“And there is nothing better than the sound of your moans of ecstasy when I drive my cock deep inside.”
Cupping the side of his face, I indulged in rubbing my fingers across his stubble. “Does that mean you’re going to kiss me?”
He took a deep breath, exhaling in a slow and deliberate way. “It means, my sweet angel, that I’m going to devour you.” With that, he captured my mouth.
His kiss was surprisingly tender, his lips lightly touching mine. But when I pressed into him, shifting closer, everything between us ignited.
His fingers tangled in my hair as he tilted his head so he could claim my mouth. They were deep, hungry kisses, undeniable in the wash of longing. He tasted of bourbon and desire and the heat rushing between us became even more explosive.
He slid one hand under the crisp linen, rolling the shirt off my shoulder.
Each kiss became more intense, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before even thrusting his tongue inside. Once he did, I was as lost in him as I was the moment. Every touch brought a gasp from my lips.
As I felt the other side of the shirt falling away, I lowered both arms down, allowing gravity to slide the material to my wrists. With a single jerk of his hand, he tore it away, leaving me feeling completely exposed. The need only increased. There was too much space between us.
I shifted back and forth, and his hardness brought another series of ragged whimpers, which he devoured instantly.
The way he dominated my tongue was more ruthless, expressing the furious chemistry we shared. The intoxicating scent infusing my senses was all him, masculine and powerful. With a single kiss, I was drunk with need, my pussy throbbing as wetness trickled between my thighs.
He finally broke the kiss but not the hold, his mouth lingering close as he pressed my forehead to his. The subtlety of the moment was different than before and completely unexpected.
Yet when he lifted his head, he left no doubt as to what he was feeling. The darkening color of his eyes and the way he was staring at me was possessive, as if he was studying a wild animal in hopes of caging her.
For a little while longer, that’s what he intended, and the thought alone brought additional tremors instead of anger or fear.
With his eyes locked on mine, he pulled me onto my knees, slumping even further down on the chair. I wasn’t expecting his grip on my hips or the force he used in jutting me forward.
The instant his mouth and tongue were on my pussy, I gripped both shoulders.
“Sweet Jesus.” I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling as he swirled his tongue around my clit. There was no roughness to his touch, just a passion to fill me with his fingers and tongue. Every muscle in his body was tight and the sounds he made were animalistic.
With my eyes closed, lights in various colors danced in front of my eyes. I wasn’t the same girl any longer. He’d done that to me, stripping me of everything I’d held dear, but I just didn’t care.
Being lost in pleasure was magical, surreal in its primal need. I arched my back, pressing my groin closer. He was practiced, pushing me to the point of nirvana far too urgently.
Every slice of his rough tongue drew me closer to an orgasm. As the seconds ticked by, there was more of a sense of urgency, his tongue driving past my swollen folds.
The pressure was exquisite, building second by second. I rocked against him, my breath coming in short pants. I was laughing nervously but no longer embarrassed for the way my body reacted.
When he added a single finger, I ground against it. Then he added a second and third and I couldn’t hold back a series of moans. My fingers were clawing his shoulders and my entire body was swaying. He rolled his thumb around my clit and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Soon after, he managed to hit the perfect spot that sent me reeling, spiraling completely out of control.
“Oh. Oh. God, yes. Yes…” Shaking all over, when the climax finally rushed through me, I couldn’t think or speak. I had to be hurting him, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Catherine.” His voice was little more than a deep rumble, a storm on the horizon. The analogy fit him perfectly.
“Yes?”
“I stand firm with what I said.”
“What’s that?” I was still lost in the haze, trying to remember my name or why I was floating on a cloud.
He pinched my nipple between his fingers, twisting until I tipped my head back, a single moan slipping past my lips.
“Your lovely body betrays you, sweet Catherine. You try to deny what we share yet your skin is hot to the touch, your lips pursed and ready for mine. What kind of message do you think that sends me?”
His hot breath skated across my skin and I found myself unable to catch my breath. He did that to me every time and I hated myself for it. Enough that I climbed off his lap, shocked that he didn’t try to stop me.
“I don’t know.” I backed away, closer to the bed. It felt as if I was playing a dangerous game, but he was right. My body was aching for his touch, longing to have his cock plunged deep inside.
He was on his feet in a split second, becoming the predatory beast that I’d labeled him from little more than our eyes connecting.
Perhaps he wanted me to feel intimidated by him, but that wasn’t what I was experiencing.
The truth was something much more powerful, a rawness that left me exasperated.
Every step he took was as if he were stalking me. I backed away another few inches, but there was nowhere to go.
“I think you do. In fact, I know what you want.”
“What’s that?” My voice was barely audible.
“You want me to fuck you.” Now he was only inches away, stripping off his tee shirt so I could salivate all over again.
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m never wrong,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing and darkening. “And I’m granting your wish. I am going to fuck you.”
As soon as he grasped my wrist, he hoisted me onto the bed, refusing me to give me time to recover before managing to strip off his jeans and boxers. There was no longer any real anxiety about what was happening between us, yet I wanted to continue fighting him. Pushing him.
Driving him to the point of being as off kilter as I was. When I tried to bolt from the bed, he snagged my ankle, dragging me back and pushing me decidedly down onto the sheets in the center of the bed.
He pinned my lower body to the bed with his hips, planting his palms on either side of me with his arms extended. For a minute we were locked in the moment, the hard beat between my legs keeping me as breathless as before.
Suddenly, it was as if we were torn about the other, hypnotized by the rush of heat. Reaching up, I traced his jaw with my index finger, the stubble rough. His chest was rising and falling as before and his eyes no longer held any color, black like I’d accused his heart of being.
When he lowered his head this time, I arched my back.
His mouth found mind, the kiss more powerful, fervent at first, becoming angry with every passing second.
His lips were soft while his actions became rougher, including the way he was grinding his hips into mine.
His erection was thick and heavy, leaving my mouth watering all over again.
Fire pooled in my belly, the extreme heat and pleasure spreading through my veins. The kiss became a silent plea and he knew what I wanted. For him to fuck me. To defile me. To taint me with his scent and ruthlessness.
With every swipe of his tongue claiming mine, I knew I was opening more to him, forgetting all the rules and thoughts from before. There was nothing but what we were sharing.
Seconds later, another moan escaped when his lips freed mine.
Yet he wasn’t finished exploring, trailing a line of kisses down the side of my neck.
I was surprised he was taking his time, exploring every inch, using his tongue and fingers to trace lines and circles on my skin until I was quivering nervously.
I lolled my head to the side, my eyes half closed as he continued pleasuring me in a way I hadn’t anticipated. For all his roughness, his brusque attitude, the tenderness was more confusing. He moved slowly, darting his tongue between my breasts.
“So beautiful. So perfect.” His whispered words haunted me. It wasn’t that he didn’t make me feel beautiful. My reaction was because I knew I didn’t deserve to feel that way. No matter how I wrapped the sensual package, this was still all wrong.
Then why did my body react to him as it had? As it was doing once again? Why did he have a spell over me, keeping me enthralled and thirsty for what only he could provide? The cocky son of a bitch had gotten it right. He could read me so easily.
Exhaling, when he pulled my nipple between his teeth, I wrapped my arm around his head, spreading my legs involuntarily.
“Are you ready to give yourself to me?”
Was he really asking me? Did he really expect an answer? When he pulled his head away, I realized he did. “Yes.”
“Then I’m going to fuck you long and hard, sweet angel. I’m going to fill your tight pussy and ride you until I make you scream.”
Every whispered word, every statement that he made was as powerful as he was.
He sucked on my other hardened bud, shifting back and forth until they were both sore. And I loved it, the electric vibrations and body tingling sensations. When he crawled between my legs, I pressed my hand across my lips to keep from making a single sound.
I expected to feel the wetness of his mouth and tongue on my pussy. When I felt the weight change on the bed, I was shocked that I was suddenly lifted from the bed, pulled on top of him.
As I peered down at him, I realized he was right.
There was no chance at turning back, no way of pretending that this hadn’t occurred.
While what we shared was far from being normal, I hungered too much.
For him.
For his touch.
For the bad, very bad desire.