Every time she exhales, I take her in.
Hidden back at her parents’ house, I move over her mouth as I press her into the shower wall.
I can’t stop. Swallowing, tasting, inhaling, eating…
We should’ve returned to her place, but I wanted the big shower. And the big bed in the guestroom.
I bite her bottom lip, my dick rising with want again. It’s like I haven’t fucked in a decade.
Twenty-thousand breaths…
I’ve lost track of how many hours I have left of Hugo’s threat.
Grabbing her ass, I hear her whimper as I lift her up and guide her thighs around me.
The sun’s not up yet. When it’s light, I’ll deal with business. Until then…
I dip down and sink my teeth into her tender flesh, her nipple brushing my cheek.
“I need food,” she moans.
But then she presses on my shoulder to lift herself higher and feed me her nipple. I suck it into my mouth, tonguing it as the hot water sprays around us.
“God, what have I done?” I gasp.
Digging my fingers into her, I kiss a trail up her chest to her neck, her jaw, and then her mouth, sweating with need to be inside of her again.
Will her family forgive me if I tell them I love her?
Do I?
She trembles. “You only gave me what I was begging for,” she replies, reading my thoughts.
She leaves a feathery kiss on my cheek. Then another one higher.
“I could’ve entertained any other guy,” she teases, “but my brothers wouldn’t have wanted you to allow that. You saw your duty and did it yourself.”
I can’t hide my amusement, feeling her mouth spread, too, as she kisses mine. “Yeah, I have no doubt they’ll see it that way.”
Yeah, man. She needed it bad. It was either me or them. I took care of it.
But she fires back, “They will see it my way.” She leans in to my ear. “I once told you I’d choose someone my brothers liked.”
And that day at the summer camp when she was hiding in the rafters floods back in again.
My God.
I pull back, looking her dead in the eyes. “Oh, you little brat.”
I refuse to believe that she’s been planning this, but…
She knew she belonged to me that first, early morning in her bakery. Would it have been the same if I’d stayed eight years ago? Would I still have been as drawnto her—as possessive—being her friend and watching men want her when she became a woman?
We kiss once. Then again, gazing into each other’s eyes as we grind and breathe and touch.
Do I love her? Or is she just a place to hide?
I look into her beautiful face, I just want more. That’s all I’m sure of.
