21. Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
Warlock
Tonight, Tallahassee’s been so relaxed. Free and happy.
Her mind isn’t consumed by Vincent, his ultimatum, or the fear of being found by the press.
I know Nash is talking to a lawyer, exploring options like filing for a restraining order, but he hasn’t given me a recent update, so I don’t know what, if anything, has been arranged.
My only goal this weekend is to keep Tallahassee focused on the two of us.
I hadn’t meant to tell her how important she’s become to me. That I’ve been making space for her in my life. When the declaration slipped out, I played it off like it was no big deal and distracted her by changing the subject. The last thing I want to do is scare her.
I’m concerned about her trepidation toward my job. I can’t take away her fear. I wish I could. All I can do is reassure her, try to help her accept it, and hope that’s enough. I want us to be one of the couples that make it.
I carry her into the RV, stopping long enough to put on some music. Hearing the first few bars, she giggles. God, that’s such a joyful sound.
Grinning, she buries her face in the crook of my neck. “Marvin Gaye? Subtle.”
Placing a kiss to her forehead, I grin. “I didn’t want you to be confused about my intentions.”
I don’t waste time stripping us out of our clothes. Once I remove my shirt, she lets her fingers dance along the broad expanse of my naked chest, making my muscles quiver and flex.
“You’re so ripped.” The comment slips out of her.
My palms slide over her ribcage, coming to rest on the swell of her heavenly breasts. Teasing my thumbs over her rigid nipples, I revel in the soft weight of them.
I need her. I want her. My cock’s already weeping for her. I lift her into my arms, and tumble us onto the mattress, the two of us landing with our heads at the foot of the bed.
I slot between her knees, eyes roaming over her like possessive hands. Pressing my palms on her thighs, I spread her wide, and bury my face between her legs.
Damn, she tastes good.
When I run my tongue over her in a long lick, her head starts tossing wildly. “Oh god, Darren, you have such a wicked tongue,” she moans, sounding both vexed and appreciative.
I try not to grin or feel too arrogant. Instead, I respond with a deliberate swirl of my tongue over her clit.
“Darren!” she gasps.
She’s enjoying herself, but I don’t want her to come too soon.
I pull away and rip open a condom. I want to go bareback and watch my cum drip out of her.
I want to feel all of her, let her feel me.
But I can’t, at least not yet. So, I slip the condom on, her eyes fixed on my raging erection, watching. Waiting.
I slide into her with a grunt. She’s so tight, she might strangle my cock.
Our bodies move in sync, her hips rocking in time with mine. Her pussy flutters around my cock as I thrust in and out of her wet warmth.
She’s gorgeous. Perfect. My little blonde siren.
“Tallahassee, look at me.”
Her eyes search mine as I gaze into hers, spellbound. And I have only one thought—
Mine.
“You have the most remarkable eyes,” I tell her with a possessive thrust.
A salacious moan floats out of her as her fingers dig into the muscles of my back.
An adorable sound of annoyance and protest erupts out of her when I abruptly pull out. She sounds offended at her pleasure being interrupted. She’s still disoriented when I manhandle her onto her hands and knees, her perfect ass on full display.
We release the same lusty moan when I take hold of her hips and plunge back inside her.
My fingers dig into her flesh. Our breath is quick and erratic. My heart’s pumping wildly, slamming against my ribs.
Our bodies glide together. She spurs me on by pushing her succulent ass back against me with every thrust forward. I love the way she feels against me, relishing the delicious sensation of the wet, hot, friction of our bodies coming together.
She’s eager. Desperate for release. Her hands fist the sheets. The sounds coming out of her are needy and breathless, on panting gasps. She’s moaning and calling my name until she’s babbling nonsense, a plea for more that I’m happy to give her.
I skim my hand over the smooth, pale skin of her ass cheek. Her pussy squeezes me tighter. My hips snap harder, faster, more urgently, my body reacting to hers. We’re edging closer and closer with every pump of my hips.
Goosebumps spread over her heated skin when I place open-mouthed kisses along the length of her spine. I fold my body over hers, reaching around to stroke her clit. I pick up my pace and increase the pressure.
Her reaction is instantaneous. She’s lost. A slave to her pleasure. She shudders, her body clenching around my swelling cock, gripping me inside her as she explodes and her orgasm rips through her. She cries out my name, sending me hurtling over the edge with her.
Aftershocks of pleasure pulse through her pussy. In reaction, my dick twitches and jerks, trying desperately to rally.
I didn’t want to move, but knew my weight was probably crushing her. It takes an effort to ease out of her and roll onto my back. Tallahassee follows me, flopping over my chest, both of us trying to recover and catch our breath.
I’ve never allowed myself to completely lose control. Never. When I was with a woman, I always held a part of myself back. Until Tallahassee.
When she glances up at me there’s no regret in her eyes. No shame. Only peace. I claim her mouth, kissing her with raw abandon.
I climb out of bed to toss the condom in the trash.
“Want something to drink?” I ask on my way to the fridge.
“I’m sex-addled, you can’t expect my brain to work right now.”
I try not to let that comment stroke my ego too much.
Rolling onto her side, she props herself on her elbow and watches me. Her beautiful, feminine body on full display, her wild and messy blonde hair tumbling around her head and shoulders.
“Now you’re staring,” I accuse.
She’s smiling. “You’re naked.”
“I’m aware.”
“Well, it’s distracting,” she says, eyes meandering over my bare skin. “You’re candy.”
I frown at her, shaking my head in confusion. “I’m candy?”
“Arm candy. Chest candy. Eye candy.”
I laugh softly, turning off the music and lights before strolling back with a bottle of water.
She gives me a cheeky smile. “The view’s pretty good this way, too.”
I saunter toward her, keeping my eyes trained on her. “If you keep looking at me like that, I can’t be responsible for what happens next.”
She grins at me. “Promises, promises.”
“Something you need to learn about me is that I’m a man who keeps my promises.”
When we’re both spent and panting, I settle in beside her.
Curled against her, listening to her soft rhythmic breathing and surrounded by her sweet scent, I let myself drift into a deep sleep.