She’s never looked so damn irresistible.
The seconds seem to stretch as she slides her hand up and down my length, slow and methodical. As if she has all the time in the world.
As if she’s not driving me crazy with every delicious pull.
Finally, she parts her lips even more and takes me in her mouth. I can’t stop the sound that rips out of me. Low. Rough. Almost desperate. I tip my head back, squeezing my eyes shutas her tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, the kind that makes every muscle in my body lock tight.
I fist my hand in her hair, fighting the urge to hold her there and take control. It would be too easy to let go. To lose myself completely.
“You look so damn beautiful with your mouth full of cock.”
She moans, increasing her motions.
“Your mouth full ofmycock,” I growl, my restraint slipping more and more with each tease of her tongue.
She closes her eyes and squirms, as if trying to dull the ache inside of her. I can only imagine how wet she is right now. What I wouldn’t give to slide my fingers through her dripping cunt. To bury my face between her legs.
The mere thought makes me even harder, that familiar sensation forming low in my stomach. I can feel the edge looming. Can sense my control slipping.
So I step back before it’s too late, my chest heaving.
She looks up, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
I haul her up, my lips grazing her ear. “The opposite. You were doing everything right. But as much as I love fucking your mouth…” My hand drifts down, teasing her through the thin barrier of her shorts. “I need to fuck your cunt.” I touch my forehead to hers, my voice dropping to a rasp. “Can I do that?”
“God, yes,” she exhales.
“Then I guess it’s my turn to unwrap my present.”
She gives me a flirtatious grin. “I guess it is.”
My lips find the slope of her neck, her pulse hammering beneath her skin, and I taste her. Warm. Sweet. Addictive.
“What are you doing?” she whines. “You’re supposed to unwrap your present.”
I smile against her, my fingers tracing idle circles over her hips. “I am. But unlike you, I like the anticipation of slowlyunwrapping my gift. It makes the payoff even sweeter when I get to play with my new toy.”
Her nails dig into me. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”
That’s the idea. Watching her come undone like this is intoxicating.Toointoxicating. This is the part that’s dangerous. The part where I forget every reason I should stop.
And it’s not because of Joshua.
It’s because of the way Claire makes me feel.
I’ve been with plenty of women in my forty-two years.
Not a single one of them ever made me feel like this. Never made me feel like I was unraveling, piece by piece.
And I don’t know what to do about it.
I kiss her hard, pushing down the nagging feeling of doubt bubbling inside me. With my hand on her hip, I steer her toward the bed, tearing my lips from hers as I lay her down and settle between her legs.
“Time to play with my toy.” I waggle my brows. “But I have a confession.”
She tilts her head. “What’s that?”
“I used to have a bad habit of putting my toys in my mouth first.”
