I want to give them time to bond and get to know each other, but I also don’t know if I’m going to be able to stay away. Not after the day we had. One of the most normal days I’ve had in I don’t know how long. And all I want to do is end it buried inside the woman who lives next door.
I give her the day.It’s all I’m able to manage because even after trying to do everything I can think of to wear myself out to attempt to sleep, I’m still restless as I lay in bed staring at her darkened window. I know she works early and I shouldn’t disturb her.
But the longer I lay here and think about every single thing she’s done to annoy me, test me, and be her bratty self, it gets harder and harder to justifynotgoing over there. She practically begs me every time she tempts me with her smart tongue.
Bruno is snoring at the end of the bed, and I know I can get up without disturbing him. Sleep isn’t going to find me anyway. Either I can go for a drive like I normally would, or I could do something different. I could take a risk.
Decision made. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and look over at her window one more time. I don’t hesitate before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and don’t even bother with a shirt. It’s cold out, but I hardly feel it with the way my skin is burning at the thought of getting to touch her again.
This time, there’s no holding back.
I knock on her door rapidly and debate just breaking it down to get inside, but I don’t think Bailey would appreciate that. When it swings open I’m met with her wide eyes. “Wes?”
I hardly let her finish saying my name before my hand is gripping the back of her neck, and my lips are crashing down onto hers.
She doesn’t hesitate, just opens for me, letting my tongue slide against hers, welcoming the kiss like she’s been waiting for it. I groan, deep and guttural, as I push us inside, kicking the doorshut behind me without breaking contact. Our mouths stay locked, desperate, hungry, like I need her to breathe.
We aren’t moving fast enough through her house for my liking, but this time I’m not some reckless, possessed man acting on impulse. I’m in control. Fully. And I’m going to show her exactly what she needs. Remind her that what she craves is something only I can give.
She wants punishment?
Good.
Because I’ve spent the last three years waiting to deliver it.
How badly I’ve wanted her the entire time. How badly I’ve known she’s wanted me. How we’ve both held back after our explosive first night together, even knowing how good it could be. It’s finally time to show her everything.
My hands trail down her body, over the curve of her ass, then lower to the backs of her thighs. In one smooth motion I lift her into my arms. She comes willingly and I carry her up the stairs toward her bedroom. My leg protests with every step, but I barely feel it. All I can focus on is Bailey wrapped around me, her mouth on mine kissing me like she can’t get close enough. Like she needs this just as badly as I do.
Once we’re in her bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed, keeping her in my lap while her tongue slides against mine. I could keep kissing her for hours, days,yearsand never get tired of it. When her hips start to move, slow and deliberate against me, I know she can feel the way my cock is thickening beneath her. Every grind sends a pulse of heat straight through me, andfuck, Iwant her to keep going. I want to feel her come undone right here in my lap. But not yet.
Not like this.
Not until I say so.
With a firm grip on her hair, I pull her head back, reluctantly separating our lips for the time being. She tries to close the inch I’ve just created between us, but I don’t let her.
“So needy for someone who claims to hate me,” I breathe.
“I don’thateyou,” she practically whispers.
“Maybe not now, not when you know I can give your desperate little pussy what it needs. Tell me, before I find out myself how wet you are.”
She swivels her hips against me. “Hardly at all.”
Her voice is breathy and gives away her lie. I chuckle. “You really do want to be punished, don’t you?”
She squeaks in surprise, especially when I shift her in my lap maneuvering her until she’s draped over my thighs. I band an arm around her lower back, holding her steady as my fingers trail up the back of her thigh, pushing her oversized T-shirt up over her ass covered in tight black underwear.
I hook a finger in the waistband and tug them down, slowly, savoring the reveal of her perfectly, round backside. My palm glides over the bare skin I’m already imagining turning red.
Then my hand moves lower, slipping between her thighs. Andthe second my fingers meet the wet heat there, a groan tears from my chest. She’s soaked. And all for me. It’s the kind of feeling that makes me want to lose myself in her, to bury myself deep and never come back up.
But first, I’m going to make her desperate. I can wait. I can be patient.
My eyes catch on the small tattoo inked into the top of her right cheek, and I trace my finger over the two words.
Bite me.