“I won’t,” she pants.
“I said I’d make you forget him. I said I’d make you forget them all.” I drag my lips down her neck, licking and biting until she’s squirming. “And I fucking meant it.”
I make quick work of her top, buttons popping one by one as my tongue follows, until her chest is exposed, her breasts wrapped in delicate pink lace. She shrugs out of her shirt, and I reach behind to unclasp her bra with one hand. It falls between us, and I toss it aside as I pull her head back by the hair, baring her throat to me. I latch onto one nipple with my teeth, flicking my tongue over the hardened bud. She bucks her hips into mine, chasing friction. I fucking love how responsive my woman is. How badly she wants me.
“Touch me, Kaden,” she pleads, voice breathless.
I smirk against her skin. “I plan to.”
But not like last time.
This time, she’s going to remembereverything.
I drop to my knees, yanking her shorts and panties down in one swift move. Her boots follow. She spreads her legs for me, panting, her lips parted.
But when she reaches for my belt, I stop her.
“Not yet.” My voice is low, commanding. “You first. I want to feel you come undone before I even think about being inside you.”
I pin her wrist behind her back, watching her eyes flare with excitement. My fingers trail down her belly, over her slit, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
She moans, already trembling.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I curl them just right, pressing my thumb against her clit as I watch her fall apart. She rocks her hips, chasing it, her breath coming faster, her body wound so tight…
Then I pull away.
Her eyes shoot open, furious. “Kaden—”
“No,” I growl. “Not yet. You don’t get to come just because you want to. You come when I say.”
My hand fists in her hair as I force her to look at me. I hold her gaze, dark and unyielding, and I don’t look away. Not even for a second. Because she needs to understand what she did, and she needs to understand it right now.
“You let Jett into your room.” I growl, my voice low and lethal. “You were practically naked for him.”
The image of him standing at her door, that smug smile on his face while she stood there in barely anything, is burned into the back of my skull. It’s been eating me alive for the last two hours, coiling through me like something feral and rabid, and I’ve run out of patience for holding it back.
I tug her hair harder, dragging a whimper from her throat as I grind my cock into her pussy, letting her feel exactly what she’s provoking. Exactly what she does to me just by existing. The whimper that falls from her lips only makes it worse—makes it better—and I hate how badly I want to hear it again.
“Don’teverdo that again, Effa,” I warn, my voice rough. “Your body isn’t for his fucking eyes.”
She opens her mouth, because she always has something to say, my girl, she never goes quietly, but I roll my hips again and the words dissolve into a sharp, breathless sound that isn’t quite a moan and isn’t quite a gasp.
Something right in the middle.
Something that’smine.
Her hips roll against mine in answer, desperate and unashamed.
That’s it.
That’s all I needed.
“I told you,” I mutter into her ear, my lips brushing the shell of it as I speak. “I’d make you forget him. I’m going to fuck youso hard you won’t remember any of them ever touching your thoughts.”
My mouth moves to her throat, my teeth scraping, my lips sucking as I kiss down her neck. Her skin is soft and addictive. She smells like something warm and sweet, something that gets inside me and won’t leave, and I drag my tongue in a slow stripe down to her collarbone as her chest heaves, her breasts thrusting forward like she’s offering herself up. Like she knowsexactlywhat she’s doing to me.
She probably does.
