“What?”
“You’re a succubus,” he says.“It’s the only logical explanation for my attraction to you.”
A smile tugs at my lips.“That’s right,” I deadpan, as I clean the mess first from my breasts and then from his abs, “because there’s no other possible explanation for why you’d want to fuck me.It must be such a relief to have figured it out.”
He watches through narrowed eyes as I dry him off with the towel between planting kisses across his abs.I even spare one for his slumbering cock.
“That wasn’t intended to insult you, Kira.”
Yeah, well, maybe not, but I am insulted by him on some level or another.Thus, we fall into an uncomfortable silence until he remarks, “I guess, the bigger busted the lady, the more luxurious that act is?”
“How would I know?I don’t have a cock.”
He mumbles something that I suspect is, “more’s the pity,” and I see red.That is the last straw.
“Fuck you, Dylan.”I snatch up a pillow and wallop him hard with it.
“What?”
Initially, he crosses his arms before his face to defend himself, but after another couple of blows, he grabs a pillow of his own and knocks me off balance with a sideways swipe.
“What the hell are you battering me for?”
“I’m sick of this.I’m tired of you using me to satisfy your daydreams.It’s not fair, Dylan.I have feelings, I’m not just something you can pick up and discard as it suits you.”
All of a sudden, this bastard of a man is on top of me.His hands locked around my wrists, his body heavy against mine, and his heated breaths puffing in my face.“Do you think I don’t know that?What do you think I’d give right now to have you out of my hair?Life was a whole lot simpler before you turned up.I knew exactly what was what.Now—” he shakes his head, “—it’s all fucked up.Everything.But all I can think about is you.”
He leans close so that his lips are level with my ear.“I’ve spent eight torturous nights straight catching barely a wink of sleep because all I can think about is you, and how badly I want to repeat what we shared in my hotel room.”
“You could have called.”
He might not have my number, but that didn’t stop him the first time around.In any case, even if he’d had my direct line, we both know he wouldn’t have reached out.Solemnly, he shakes his head.“This—” he leans close so that his lips are level with my ear again, “—it doesn’t make sense to me.You get me hard, Kira.Logically, that shouldn’t be the case, and yet… Feel me, if you don’t believe me.”
I can feel him prodding up against me.I don’t need to shift a muscle to do it.He’s stiff again already.Stiff and needy, and possibly as equally agitated as I feel.
Goddammit, why can’t this be simple?
“What do you want, Kira?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
He shrugs.“I’m not a mind reader.”
“What do you want?”I counter.For nor am I.
“Me, I think it’s pretty damned apparent what I want.I want to join us up.I want to fuck you until you scream and shatter into a thousand pieces, and even then I don’t want to stop.I want to keep on fucking you and your stupidly perfect body, fucking you and fucking you, until you’re nothing more than a quaking, come-filled mess.”
A chuckle worms its way free of my lips.“Reckon you’ve the stamina for that?”
He bends his head from side to side.His eyes narrow.“I’m always up for a challenge,” he confides.“Especially the kind that causes otherwise rigidly proper people to completely lose their shit.”
Is that how he sees me, as being rigidly proper?That’s so far from the truth it’s laughable.
“You realise a thumb in my arse isn’t going to have me slavishly worshipping your every breath.No handy prostate for you to massage,” I elaborate.
He has the grace to laugh.“Reckon I have more than one trick in my repertoire, and while you might not have that particular hot button, you do have a hot button.”He hasn’t forgotten what happened when he set his mouth to work on my clit, and nor for that matter have I.Do I want to feel him there again?Hell, yeah!
“Do you want my mouth on you, Kira?”
