My fingers come up to trace along the neckline of her dress. Her breathing is shallow and her breasts are pushing up against the fabric. Gorgeous. Torturously gorgeous.
“You’re such an asshole,” she hisses.
Yeah. I am. But I’ve got my fingertips skimming across her tits right now and she’s not making any move to go anywhere.
She’s leaning in.
I bend closer, letting my lips brush her ear. “You want him getting you drinks, working you over? Trying to get you to come home with him? What do you think that man’s gonna do when he’s got you in his bed, baby? Tell you bedtime stories and braid your hair?”
“I don’t know. Given how young and inexperienced I am.” Her sarcasm is sharp as blade. “Given how pathetically little I understand of men. But if I had to guess, he’ll be looking to do the same thing you’ve been trying to talk yourself out of for weeks now.”
She gives me a fake-innocent look. “I think he’ll try to fuck me, Walker. Did I guess right?”
The words send blood rushing to my cock. I’m so fucking hard, and this woman drives me insane, and I’ve never felt so out-of-control in my life. “Don’t you fucking dare let him.”
“What do you care? You’ve got no skin in this game. It’s my body. I can do what I want with it.”
She’s right. Of course she’s right.
But my hands close around her waist without permission from any rational part of my brain anyway. Running along her curves like they belong there, like I have any right to do it.
And she watches me do it. Doesn't go anywhere.
Mine.
I’ve never been the possessive type. But Sadie’s brought out a whole new side of me, one that I never knew existed. One I don't know how to handle.
I want my mouth on every inch of her skin. I want her soft sighs and smiles and fiery spirit.
Desperately, I demand, “What happened to waiting for the man you’re in love with?”
“Maybe,” she says, blue eyes afire, “I’ve waited long enough to lose my virginity, and now I just want to get it over with.With a man who’s not too tortured and guilt-ridden to step up and do the job.”
She’s taunting me on purpose, and it’s fucking working.
I want to kiss her so fucking bad. I can’t let myself. If I start, I’ll never stop.
I spin her around so she’s got her back to me, her hands pressed to the counter. I press my palm flat against her stomach, pulling her harder back against me. My cock is already hard as I grind against her. She lets out a little sound of pleasure that makes me crazy.
“Careful how you tease, darlin.’” I gather her hair in my fist and move it to one side, baring the back of her neck so I can inhale her silky, perfumed skin. “Might get more than you bargained for.”
“Yeah, right,” she says. But she’s rubbing that sweet ass right back against me as I grind into her. “You’re all hat, no cattle. I offer you my cherry on a silver platter and you send it right back. Fuck you, Walker Rhodes.”
“So now you’re gonna throw away all your self-respect, waste it on some random guy?” My hand moves from her stomach down to her ass and squeezes possessively. “You gonna tell this asshole you’re offering up your untouched virgin cunt? Think that’ll make him fuck you any better? Make him treat you like a princess, like he should? These boys don’t know shit about how to treat a woman like you.”
I slide my hand between her legs, up that tight dress. All the way to her hot little cunt.
Herwetcunt.
Fuck me, but she likes this. The filthy things that come out of my mouth. The way I touch her, covetous and greedy for her. I don’t want to let her go. Now or ever.
She bites her lip, eyes fluttering shut as I stroke her clit the way shelikes.
“You think some dumb kid is gonna know how to touch you?” My tongue and teeth graze along her earlobe as she bends her neck to give me more. “How to get your pussy wet? How to make you come like I do?”
I push two fingers inside her and she gasps.
“Well, you’re falling down on the job,” she says shakily. “So I guess I gotta get my kicks elsewhere.”
