Chapter 16 #3
The kiss is desperate and needy and all-fucking-consuming.
Revealing the truth that neither of us can admit to.
Her lips cling.
I angle my head, wanting deeper. Needing to somehow communicate this elemental, primal desire. I’m almost shaking with the need to claim her.
I have to stop.
I pull away, but she tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs me back.
She sucks me under, and I let my lust drown me.
I push up her top, cupping her breasts.
She opens her legs, and my hips fit perfectly between them. Like we were made to go together. We rock into each other with such fervor the bed is protesting under us.
I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger, tugging hard while she gasps. I unclasp her bra, peeling away the lacy fabric to feel her bare skin in my hand.
She pulls away from me, crying out.
I move lower, biting her neck and sucking, leaving a mark as I tease her nipple.
I rear up, kneeling between her legs and unbuttoning her shorts. “I can’t fuck you like this.”
“Yes,” She lifts her hips off the bed. “I need it so bad. You’re all I think about.”
“You’re all I think about too.” Since the second she sat down next to me in that bar, she’s always there, like she’s taken up permanent residence in my mind.
“I’ve been so miserable.” Her voice is needy as she reaches for me. “I’m so sorry.”
“Me too, baby.” I rid her of her pink panties and slide my fingers through her wet folds. “You’re wet.”
“I fuck myself every night thinking about you.” She keens, her neck arching in the moonlight.
I lick across her skin, scraping my teeth, as I pump my fingers inside her. “Oh yeah? Like this?”
“You’re a million times better.” She digs her nails into my back.
I capture her mouth again.
We go at it, practically fighting to get closer.
I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, while inside I hit her G-spot and rub in hard, rhythmic motions.
I let our fooling around go on longer than I should, considering there’s a car full of people waiting for me.
But it’s so hard to pull away with her rocking against my fingers.
I’m never going to be able to tear myself away unless I make her come.
I break the kiss to whisper against her lips. “I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman more.” I plunge my fingers inside her. “But I don’t want to get up and leave the second it’s over.”
She whimpers as she rides my hand. She’s so messy and desperate and needy. I fucking love it.
I pump harder. “I want what you denied me that first night.”
“What’s.” Pant. “That?”
“To wake up with you.”
“Oh god, yes!” she screams out, and her body quickens.
We’re gasping for breath, and it is utterly fucking filthy as we frantically roll around.
I work my way down her body, licking her clit, while my fingers ruthlessly plunge in and out of her body, pulsing against her G-spot. She lifts her hips into my face, moaning and arching as she chases her release.
She’s five seconds away from gushing into my hand and mouth.
I increase my pace, the curl of my tongue, the pressure.
All of a sudden, she shouts, “No!”
Confused, I slow my movements, lifting my head to look at her. “No?”
Her chest is heaving as she fights to get her breath. “No.”
I move, kneeling between her legs, trying to catch my own breath. “Okay.”
She pushes a lock of hair from her cheek. “If you don’t come, I don’t come. That’s what you said.”
I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. “I said I didn’t want you to come without me, and I don’t, but I’m here.”
She hooks her fingers around the waistband of my jeans. “As talented as your tongue is, I want to come on your cock.”
“You sure?” I stroke her clit, and she jerks under me. “You’re right there.”
She gasps, bowing off the bed. “I know, but I want you more.”
“Jesus Christ, you are so fucking hot.” I kiss her, hard and brutal, before I tear myself away. “Tomorrow, my house. I’ll feed you and then fuck you.”
She gives me a flirty, sassy little smile. “You’re so bossy.”
“My whole week has been horrible because of you, and now, you owe me.” I run my hands over her legs, then lean down to kiss the inside of her knee. “I need to leave. I’ve already been in here too long.”
She puts her arms over her head, curling her fingers around the bars on her headboard as her shirt rides up, flashing her breasts. She stretches her body in the pale moonlight, looking like something created by the gods.
“You’re a witch,” I say on a groan.
“I am going to rock your world.” The words are a purr that vibrates through me.
“You already have.” I cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples, pinching hard until she gasps. I give her a rough, too-short kiss before pulling myself away and climbing off her bed. “Tomorrow.”
Her lightning eyes flash. “Tomorrow.”
I take one more long look at her and then get the hell out of there before I change my mind. I go down the stairs and into the foyer.
Hailey is still sitting in the same chair, reading a book.
I gesture toward the second floor. “She’s all tucked in.”
Her lips curve. “I heard.”
I give her my best chagrined, got-to-love-me smile. “Sorry about that.”
She shrugs her shoulder. “Jessica’s not really a shy, retiring type.”
“You don’t say.” I rub my hand over my jaw and shift my attention to the door. “I’ve left everyone hanging.”
She glances out the front window where the SUV is sitting in the driveway then back at me. She nibbles at her lower lip, tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear.
I’m good at reading people, and she’s pretty much an open book. “Is there something you’d like to say?”
“It’s just that…” She flushes then shakes her head. “Well, just be careful with her. Okay? I know she seems invincible, but she’s not.”
“I will be.” Careful isn’t in Jessica’s vocabulary, but I make the promise anyway.
I want to be the man who will protect her.
I want to be the man she deserves.