“You’ve got me twisted in a goddamn knot and have since I first saw you, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he replied, making me realize I’d spoken my deepest fears out loud. Ocean bit those succulent lips to keep from laughing at me, but it didn’t matter.
I wanted to die.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, hiding my face in my hands.
Suddenly, I could hear Hunter of all people in my head, telling me to step my pussy up, kiss this fine-ass man, and stop being so damn scary.
Fuck it.
I fisted his vest and surged forward like this was my first time kissing anyone. Our lips fused together without warning, but Ocean was more than ready for it. He didn’t waste any time taking over, and I quickly found myself racing to match his energy.
Every fear, score, fantasy, and reservation I ever had about this man melted away with one kiss that shattered them all. I forgot to fear him, hate him…I forgot I should want him dead.
He controlled the kiss, leading me where he wanted me, setting the pace and the pressure, and showing me exactly how he liked it.
Ocean was the teacher, and I was his student.
I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle and patient. I hadn’t expected me to be so eager to please.
When he suddenly ripped open my robe as if he were about to take me right here and now, I arched my back to give him better access. The cool air was a balm to my flushed skin, but it teased my aching nipples to painfully hard points.
Ocean didn’t think twice about taking the offering. He twisted me in his lap until my legs were on either side of him and then placed a possessive palm against my chest, his large hand dwarfing me as he pressed me back against the table’s edge.
Our gazes remained locked as he leaned forward to lick a slow, hot path up my sternum. There was a bead of sweat near my collarbone that Ocean claimed before kissing the inner curves of my breasts. My nipples were next to receive his attention, and it opened the floodgates of desire that I swore to myself were bolted.
It wasn’t long before he kissed a path back to my mouth.
It was for Hunter, my brother, and a little for me that when Ocean fed me his tongue, I answered with mine. As fucked up as it was, I secretly liked that Ocean had gone to such lengths to have me when he could have had anyone.
I wasn’t stupid.
I knew this wasn’t love.
It was lust.
It was infatuation—on my part at least.
Perhaps for Ocean, marrying me was simply convenient, but he’d already given me more passion than any man. None of my ain’t-shit exes ever made me feel even a tenth of this. Like they would rewrite the stars to be mine, carve out a piece of themselves just to make room for me, and find me in every lifetime.
That is the way Ocean kissed me.
What he made sure I could feel with each press of his mouth against mine.
“Mmh,” Ocean moaned as he finally pulled away. My lips were swollen and numb, and I was panting for breath I couldn’t quite catch. “Real sweet, baby. Real sweet. The next time you kiss me, do it just like that.”
A little indignant and self-conscious from his words, I wiped my mouth of our shared spittle. We’d gotten a little carried away. “I know how to kiss, Ocean.”
“But you’ve never kissed anyone the way you just kissed me, have you?” I shook my head before I could even consider denying. Ocean pecked me one last time. “And you never will.”
I didn’t have shit to say to that, so I nodded and tried to recall what we were discussing before.
I wanted him to fuck me.
No, that wasn’t it.
But I wasn’t wearing panties, and all he had in the way was a belt, a zipper, and his boxers. It’d be so easy, so quick. A few seconds, and he could be stretching me out. I could feel his thick dick trapped between my ass cheeks, and I gave a teasing wriggle.
Ocean groaned, his body shuddering against me from the restraint it took to keep from taking more than a kiss. “Shit, Coby,” he grumbled. “Why are you fucking with me?”
