Not when Onyx pressed his big, thick body against mine, and I felt him.Felt, felt him. Hard and thick, prodding against my lower belly.
“Snowflake, you could be wearing a goddamn potato sack, and I’d still want you so fucking badly I wouldn’t remember how to breathe.”
“Liar,” I mumbled without any heart in my argument. He shook his head before it dipped, and he was pressing his forehead against mine.
“I thought I couldn’t have you. That I should leave you alone. Let you find someone more… age appropriate. Someone who could give you the time and attention you fucking deserve. Things I didn’t think I had in me.”
“But now?” I asked. My heart froze midbeat in my heart waiting for his answer.
“Now?” His dark eyes glittered. “Now, I know just how damn wrong I was.”
And with that, he kissed me.
My body froze, and my hands moved between us, ready to push him away, but a beat later, I started to melt against him. God, I was so damn weak. His kisses tasted like the coffee I’d watched him drink and something I instinctively knew was uniquely Onyx. Gentler than I’d expected a man like him to kiss,not that the softness and tenderness of those first few moments of his kiss stayed that way.
The moment my fingers clenched around the soft Buffalo red and black plaid flannel shirt, he groaned, and it was like a beast inside of him had been unleashed. His tongue licked the seam of my mouth. When my lips parted, he plundered my mouth, and I didn’t stand back like some innocent girl.
I gave as good as I got.
Hungry wet sounds vibrated through the workshop as our hands explored. He pulled his mouth from mine, and a blink later, my hair was out of its ponytail and he growled. The animalistic sound shot through me quicker and faster than any cocktail I’d ever had.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful.” His mouth dropped to the edge of mine, kissing me once, twice, a third time before he slowly descended to my jaw then neck. His hands moved through my hair without somehow pulling even one strand, which was a miracle all on its own. I didn’t even know how to do that without getting stuck in the tangles of my curls. “You have such gorgeous hair, Candy.”
“Onyx,” I whispered and felt a vibration in his chest.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed seeing your hair down.” He groaned, pronouncing each word with a kiss in between. “It’s always up now. I never see it down. I’ve dreamt of burning every damn hair tie you own.”
“It’s too much work going between one job and another,” I shared. He pulled back, and there was something in his gaze before he picked me up.
“It’s so fucking soft. Silky,” he complimented. I bit down on my lower lip.
“Onyx,” I whispered, unsure of what to say.
“It’s the truth, snowflake. You have incredible hair. Dreamt about doing this.” My eyes fluttered shut as his fingers massaged my scalp.
“You dreamt about rubbing my head?” I asked with a moan as he grunted. His hands felt like magic. I had no idea how he didn’t tug or pull one strand in a way that didn’t feel anything but blissful. My legs started to buckle with how relaxed he was starting to make me feel. “Feels so good,” I whimpered, but with my eyes shut. I didn’t care.
Smart or not, if all I got was this wild out-of-pocket moment with Onyx Trejo, I knew I wasn’t going to waste it.
“Shit,” he cursed, his lips close enough to mine that I felt his breath. “So goddamn soft and beautiful. You keep making noises like that, gorgeous, you’re going to get fucked. Hard.”
“Mmm, you make it sound like a bad idea.” He groaned, and I squealed when he lifted me up. My eyes popped open just as my legs wrapped around his middle.
“Onyx!” I gasped. My fingers dug deep into the muscles of his shoulders. “Put me down! I’m too—“ I didn’t get to say another word since he spanked my ass once before holding me back in place.
“Shut it, Candy.”
“But…” I couldn’t get myself to stay quiet. “I’m too heavy. You’re going to hurt yourself,” I tried to warn, tightening my legs around his waist.
“Bullshit,” he mumbled, pressing his mouth against mine. “You think I don’t know how much you weigh? You don’t think I think about you every time I’ve worked out these last couple of months?”
“What?” I asked, slightly dizzy.
“I tried not to think about it. Fuck, I avoided it. You know how hard it is to hide a fucking hard-on at the gym?” I bit the inside of my lip to stop from smiling.He thought about me at thegym? And that made him… hard?“I see that cute little look on your face. Proud of how tortured I’ve been?”
“I mean…” I started to say with a giggle, but his nose nuzzled mine, and I kissed him. Without thinking, my hands moved from his muscular shoulders and roamed up to his back and settled in at the back of his head, pressing his face closer to mine to deepen the kiss. He pulled away.
“No matter what I did, it didn’t work,” he kept explaining. “You were always in my head. Day and night,” he rasped. His hands held my face. “I tried, Candace. I really tried, but at the end, this is all I wanted.”
