As I jogged across the spacious bedroom, the door creaked open, and Philly’s cutest kitten trotted in.
“Diego!” I scooped him into my arms, nuzzling his cold little nose. “How in the world did you get here?”
“He hitched a ride.” My head snapped up at the unexpected sound of Derek’s voice. He crossed the threshold, a rolling suitcase in each hand. “Your cousin offered to keep him, but I thought you might miss the little bastard.”
“You spoke to Alexa?”
He nodded, slinging the bags over the bench at the foot of his massive bed. “I did.”
I set Diego on the floor and approached him. “For the sake of not asking twenty-one questions, please explain.”
Derek suddenly tugged me toward him, nearly sweeping me off the shaggy rug below my feet.
“Come here.” His mouth slanted over mine, kissing me soft and slow. I melted into him, tongue snaking out to glide against his.
“I called her.” Teeth nipped at my bottom lip as one hand journeyed up my back, tangling into my hair. “Last night.” He squeezed my ass, crushing me into his hard body. “Told her to pack your stuff.” His fist tightened against my scalp, tugging my head back so he could run his mouth down the column of my throat.
I held his shoulders, nails digging into flesh. “You do these things for me,” I whispered, head tipped back. “Why are you so good to me, Derek?” Soft moans slithered off my tongue as hard, open-mouthed kisses trailed up behind my ear, making me squirm.
He pushed my head forward instead of answering my question, and his warm lips were over mine again.
“I’m sorry I left without saying anything. You were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” I squeaked as his lips now stroked over my hairline.
“How are you feeling?”
Derek’s hand moved between our bodies, and he smiled, no doubt pleased by my lack of intrusive underwear. Two fingers slid against my clit, and I whimpered, forehead falling on his chest.
“Good.” My voice was barely a murmur.
“This pussy of yours is always wet for me, isn’t it?” he asked, groaning into my ear.
I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth as his fingers ran languid strokes, splitting me open.
“Maybe,” I said, feeling playful.
Derek stilled and gripped my chin, tilting my head. Our eyes met, and his darkening gaze held a glint of mischief.
“There’s something I need you to understand.” He slipped his hand from between my thighs and traced wet fingers along the contours of my lips. “Thisis mine.”
He gently pushed two digits past the seam of my mouth, and the taste of my essence spilled over my tongue, pulling a low moan from my throat. I lapped at the wetness before taking him to the knuckles. Tension ticked in his jaw as he watched. With a tight hold on my face, he rasped, “She only gets wet for me. Is that understood?”
Derek was unlike any other man I’d been with in the past. I never knew how fucking turned on I would feel to be owned and dominated. The thought had always been a terrifying one. But damn, if I didn’t long to be his in any way he wanted to take me.
Savoring the last drop, I slowly withdrew him from my mouth and nodded. He leaned in and licked across my bottom lip.
“Angel.” His voice was a low, husky groan demanding an answer.
“Yours, Derek. Only for you.”
I pulled him down by the collar of his shirt. His mouth covered mine, sealing my words with a heated frenzy of teeth and tongue.“You taste sofuckinggood. All I thought about this morning was feasting on your pussy. I need to have you.”
He reached down, a hand on each ass cheek, and hoisted me onto his waist.
My legs wrapped around him, nails scraping the back of his scalp.
With a growl, he rounded the bed and tossed me onto the mattress with such force that I bounced twice. But before I could gather my bearings, he hauled me to the edge by my ankles, spreading me open. His hungry eyes were laser-focused between my legs.
