I gripped her chin with my free hand and pulled her soaking wet gaze to mine. “Not if it’s true. And in your case, unfortunately, it’s true.”
Her gaze fluttered open. “Why is he doing this?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know yet. But, I’ll find out, if you wish.”
Her stare searched mine. “Is that even something I can ask of you?”
I scooted so close that our thighs touched. “You can ask anything of me, Naomi. I’m at your disposal.”
Her lower lip quivered. “Then, tell me something.”
“Anything,” I murmured as my stare dropped to those pillowy lips of hers.
“What do I do now? If I have no home, and no fiancée. No future to speak of. What—what do I do next?”
I couldn’t help myself as my thumb smoothed over the softness of her lower lip. “Anything and everything, I suppose.”
It was supposed to be a comforting answer. One that brought a smile to her face instead of the deepening ache that grew behind her darkened green eyes. But, as the words filled the space between us, her eyes watered over again. And I couldn’t listen her to cry. Not any longer.
Not over some dumbass, sorry excuse for a man that didn’t deserve it.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
As she parted her lips to speak, I captured them with my own. I tasted her, for the first time, and fireworks shot off in my brain. My arm tightened around the small of her back. My palm slid across her cheek, catching the back of her head as she gasped down my throat. And as our tongues melded together, I felt overwhelmed by her.
Intoxicated with her warmth, and her softness, and the scent pouring from between her thighs.
“Goddamn it, Naomi,” I growled. “What the hell have you done to me?”
She whimpered as her arms came up, and the minute the draped around my neck, I snapped. I picked her up with nothing but my arm and slid her up the bed, blanketing her with my body. My leg slid up her thighs until it sat right against her clothed pussy. Her tongue fought me for dominance as her hands roamed throughout any part of my body she wanted to touch. She yanked at my clothes. Begged for my shirt to come off. And as I sat back on my haunches, watching the soft firelight flicker along her delicious curves, I knew one thing for certain.
I’d never be able to give her up without a fight.
“Dutch, please,” she said breathlessly.
I didn’t even get my fucking jacket off before I slammed my lips back against hers. I sucked on that lower lip, turning her quivering into swelling as she bucked her hips wildly against my body. I threaded our fingers together before pinning her hands to the mattress. I wanted to feel her. Taste her. Drink her in before she came to her senses.
After all, who the hell would want to waste their time on a bastard child like myself?
“Fuck,” I grunted.
Seams ripped and buttons popped as I dug her out of her clothes. Her curves deserved more than the curtain drapery she had chosen for her body, but it didn’t matter. No amount of linens nor curtains could hide what my tongue wanted to taste. And the second I had her pussy bared for me, I wiggled myself between her juicy thighs.
Before sliding her legs over my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she hissed as she threaded her fingers through my hair.
I growled as I lapped my tongue up her slit. “Better hold on tight, lucky girl.”
She twitched with every movement of my tongue. With each circle around the base of her clit, she bucked. With every lap of my tongue along the sides of her dripping wet pussy, she rolled those pillowy hips of hers. What I wouldn’t give to bury myself inside of her, only to ride her off into the sunset.
There were no sunsets where I came from, though.
Just darkness, and desire.
And lust.
“Dutch,” she gasped.
