“Yes.”
I barely get the one word out, and Paxton is taking claim of my mouth. This kiss is different. The playfulness he had moments ago is gone as he takes hold of all of me. It’s harder and fevered with a neediness. A need for me? I let him. I do, after all, have a knife strapped to my thigh.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Chapter Thirteen
PAXTON
We’re never leaving this suite. At least if it were up to me, we wouldn’t. Naomi doesn’t stop me when I lift her off her feet. I want to pin her down to the couch, but I don’t want to move too fast either. I’m shit when getting a sense for what her reactions might be when it comes to us. I now understand how people say you can be too close to see what is right in your face.
Instead, I drop down so that she’s straddling me, my hand tangling into the back of her hair to keep her mouth pressed to mine as our tongues stroke against the other’s. I sense myself slipping and drop my hands to her hips. Her own fingers tangle in my hair as she pushes her chest into me.
“Naomi.” I groan when the spitfire rocks her cunt against my cock that has formed a painful throb. It’s a sweet ache.
“You’re hard.”
“Since that fucking door opened.” I move my mouth down the column of her neck, breathing her in, wanting her to brand me inside and out. She tilts her head for me, her fingers still playing with my hair.
“You think I’m pretty?”
I pause, sensing the vulnerability in her question though it doesn’t show.
“Pretty is far too simple of a word for what you are.” I lean back, needing to see her face. “You’re gorgeous, Naomi.” Everything about her is breathtaking. I could simply watch her for hours on end. She’s different. Interesting.
“And you don’t say this to please me?”
“I say it because it’s true, but I’ll say it on repeat if it pleases you.” How did I miss this? That she’d believe that about herself? The only reason men wouldn’t approach her would be her last name or her demeanor. Neither ever kept me at bay. This woman is a prize, one I will win.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea. That you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I fear I might have the Marino curse.”
“Curse?” Is this what she wanted to talk about?
“That’s what some call it.” She brings her fingers up, tracing my lips, fascination written across her features. “I could kill you.” Is she trying to convince herself of this because that was not a question?
“Would I get a dying wish?” That brings a small smirk to her lips.
“What would it be?” I’d wager she’d never ask anyone else that question.
“To have one night with you where you trusted me.” She tilts her head to the side. For her to stop getting so wrapped up in trying to solve everything around her, I slide my hand up to rest on the column of her neck, my thumb feeling her pulse.
“Why not ask for me to follow your commands for a night?” Naomi shifts, her cunt pressing down on my cock harder. This thought turns her on.
Oh, I’d be more than willing to command her in bed, but that’s not what she’s truly asking. It could be a place she fully lets go, but that circles back to trust.
“I don’t want to control you, Sunshine.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“You like it.” I know she does.
“I do. I don’t think I am sunshine, but I do rather like that you have a name just for me.” Her fingers grip my hair possessively.
“I don’t call anyone else a pet name, not that you are a pet.” I add the last part, wanting to make it very clear that is not what she is to me nor will be.
“You often know what I’m going to say before I say it.” I can’t tell how she feels about that, but I don’t believe she knows herself.
She’s put herself in a box of her own making. I’m not sure why, but I plan on opening it so she can see who she truly is. Little by little, I remind myself that I need to be patient.
