I don’t want to tell her. I can’t tell her. All that will do is scare her away. She doesn’t need to know about the man I am when I’m away from her.Thisis who I want her to see. Who I am right now.
I lift her up, my hands on her sculpted ass, and hoist her off the floor. She wraps her legs around my waist, and her hot, wet center presses against my bare stomach.
A growl rises from deep in my chest, animalistic and uncontrolled. The slick heat of her arousal tells me everything.
She’s drenched. Soaking. This girl from her sunlit bookstore with her warm eyes and pretty little sundress is dripping for me,and knowing that I’ve done that to her—with my rough hands and scarred body—fills me with something dark and possessive.
I lay her on the bed beneath me. Not gently either. My mouth instantly finds her throat. Hungrily, I bite the skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to mark.
She arches beneath me with a cry that vibrates through my bones.
“Chris—”
“Yes, baby. I know.” I drag my mouth down to her collarbone, tasting salt, warmth, and desire. I move lower, closing my mouth around her left nipple.
As I suck, her hips buck up against mine so hard I feel her clit grind against my stomach. My cock pulses as a long, desperate moan leaves her mouth and her fingers spear into my shoulders and pull.
I move to her other nipple and repeat slowly, sucking until the peak is swollen between my lips, then flicking it with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me.
Her thighs open and close around my hips. Her body is begging in a language she’s yet to learn.
I kiss down her stomach, past her belly button and along the crease of her hip, stretching out the moment before the final destination.
Her body goes rigid, every muscle taut. I look up and find her propped up on her elbows, watching me wide-eyed, with an expression that is both desperate and terrified.
“No one has ever put their mouth on you here, have they?” I ask, but I already know the answer.
Still, I swell inside when she shakes her head, her cheeks red like roses.
More primal urges howl within me.
I’ll be her first. This mouth that has lied and threatened will be the first to taste her.
Me.
Mine.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her. It’s a command—soft but still a command.
Her thighs are hesitating, but after a moment, she lets them fall apart…slowly…until finally, the sight of her—
Jesus…
Her pussy is pink and swollen and glistening, her arousal coating the inside of her thighs with a thin, shiny film. The scent of her fills my lungs—hot with an intoxicating, sweet musk.
My cock throbs so hard against the mattress that I groan hard and long before I can stop myself. She’s beyond perfection, flushed and wet, presenting me with the part of herself she’s never given to anyone. The weight of that trust falls on me and mixes with my hunger, filling me with a lust I can’t hold back.
I lower my mouth, and with one long, slow stroke of my tongue, I lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. And the sound she makes—a startled, blissful cry as her hips lift clean off the bed—almost has me coming in my pants.
Using my forearms, I pin her hips down and eat her.
That’s the only way to describe it. I devour her pussy with my mouth, learning what makes her gasp and shake—what makes her snatch the sheets and pull.
I flatten my tongue against her clit, and she mewls. I suck it gently between my lips, and a moan tears from her lips that echoes off my barren walls.
As a test, I slide the tip of my finger inside her, very slowly. She’s so fucking tight, and her walls clench around me like a fist of damp silk.
“Oh my God, Chris. Oh my God—”
