That made me feel a little better. “Oh.”
“You’re not a guest of the Hounds while we watch over you. Or a problem.” His thumb brushed my cheek. “You’re mine.”
The words cut through all the noise in my head. And then he kissed me, putting action behind them. One whose meaning was unmistakable—Lucas wasn’t letting me go.
15
KEVLAR
The second her lips touched mine, the tension I’d been dragging around all day snapped like an overstretched cord. It wasn’t gentle or sweet. This kiss stripped me bare and reminded me what the fuck I was fighting for.
Maren pressed closer, her breath shaky but full of want. I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her right where I wanted her—flush against my body, soft and mine.
I tipped back in the chair, dragging her with me until she was straddling my lap. She settled without hesitation, her thighs bracketing my hips as she belonged there. My hands roamed without restraint, skimming over her ribs, the dip of her waist, and the curve of her ass. Her breath caught when my palms slid beneath the hem of her hoodie, and she shivered as I dragged it up her back.
“Off,” I murmured against her mouth.
She didn’t speak, just leaned back enough to let me peel it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pale blue bra and those tight-as-hell jeans. My mouth watered at just the sight of her. I reached for the clasp and popped it one-handed. Thestraps slipped from her shoulders, and her tits spilled free, full and flushed from how worked up she already was.
“Fuck, baby.” I stared like a man starved. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”
She blushed, but her lips parted on a gasp as I leaned forward and took one nipple in my mouth, sucking deep while my thumb teased the other. Her hips rocked against mine, and my cock throbbed.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her breath coming faster, but when I slid a hand between us and started to pop the button on her jeans, her smaller hand caught my wrist.
I stilled and leaned back, surprised at her boldness. She’d always been content to let me lead.
She didn’t push me away but didn’t speak right away either. Just bit her lip and blushed, her eyes flicking from my hand to my face.
I raised a brow, waiting.
“I…” She cleared her throat, cheeks blooming deeper pink. “I want to give you pleasure this time.”
I blinked once, taken off guard. In the best fucking way. Then a slow, wicked smile curved my lips. Cradling her jaw in one hand, I tilted her face up and kissed her forehead, then her nose. “You want to suck me off, baby?”
She nodded, her cheeks blazing now. “Yeah. I mean…if that’s okay?”
“Okay?” I rasped. “Baby, I’ve been dying to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock since the first night you looked at me like I hung the fucking moon.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away.
“I’ve…um…never done it before,” she admitted, her fingers twisting in the hem of my shirt. “You’ll have to tell me what to do.”
I damn near groaned out loud. That sweet confession sent a crack through every layer of control I had left. It wasn’t just the idea of her on her knees. It was the way she trusted me to guide her. That she wanted to do this—for me. It humbled me. Made me want to ruin her with the kind of patience she didn’t know I had.
I brushed a knuckle down her cheek.
“Grab a pillow, baby.” My voice was steady despite how close I was to losing it. “Then get on your knees.”
She moved without hesitation, grabbing a pillow from the bed before kneeling between my spread legs.
First, I pulled the elastic from the end of her braid and unraveled it. Then I ran my fingers through the tresses before bringing them forward so they rested on her chest.
I stripped off my shirt in one smooth motion and tossed it to the floor, leaning back into the chair and spreading my thighs so I could watch her every move.
“Take me out, baby.”
Her eyes darted down to the thick bulge pressing hard against my jeans. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the button, popping it open and tugging the zipper down. I didn’t help. Couldn’t have even if I wanted to. My hands were clenched around the arms of the chair, anchoring myself in place because if I let go, I’d grab her head and fuck her mouth the way I’d fantasized about since the first time she blushed in front of me.
