It’s making me want to do it more.
See how vibrantly flushed I could make her skin.
Taryn throws the wad of lace at my chest, the material falling to my feet. My eyes don’t stray from hers as my lips quirk upward, sending her into a tailspin that amuses me more.
She scrunches her nose, making me want to drift the pad of my finger over the dusting of freckles there. “You are revolting and twisted if you think I will wear those. I’m not interested in anything your sluts left behind, Colten!”
My chest vibrates with laughter as I lower myself to pick up the material. “If I remember correctly, your pussy was dripping on my tongue and gripping my fingers a few days ago.”
I step into her, the front of my body colliding with her chest. Her ragged intake of breath makes me smile. Taryn’s eyes dart away from mine, not wanting to acknowledge my proximity.
Using the underwear hanging off my index finger, I press it below her chin to angle her eyes to meet mine. “If they are my sluts, then what does that make you, Little Ghost?” I murmur.
She exhales shallowly, her irises bouncing between mine like little ping-pong balls.
I release my grip on her chin and walk to my door, leaving her standing there. Opening the door and pushing it open, I enter my house, standing in the dark foyer with the living room and open kitchen to my right and my closed office barn doors to the left. My favorite room as of recently because I know Taryn has a view of it from her tower.
She’d be much safer up there than standing helplessly on my porch.
The farther away I get from her, the more my skin prickles with unease, and my sternum tightens. She sluggishly turns toward me, her rosy lips still swollen from my mouth earlier. Her eyes analyze me through the doorway, her body visibly shaking.
If she decides to break the threshold, there’s no turning back.
Because once she’s in here, I won’t be able to control myself, and divulging my fascination with her is bound to annihilate us both.
Do it, Taryn. I fucking dare you.
I cock my head, challenging her, and place my hand on the door, flinging it closed. Right before it clicks shut, Taryn explodes into my house, breaking the barrier.
My skin crackles with energy—the once heavy oxygen is light and breathable.
Fuck yes.
No turning back now, Little Ghost. You’re in my home now, completely at my mercy.
Taryn slams the door shut, the vibration firing a surge of blood that rushes through my veins and straight to my cock.
She shoves her hands into my chest, her small frame no match for mine. “God, after everything you’ve done, I hate that you make me want you!”
“And what do you think you do to me, Little Ghost?” I wrap my hand around her throat, backing her up until her shoulders hit the front door. Her pulse flutters against my fingers, her chest rising and falling against my forearm. “Because ever since you mouthed off to me in that office, you have been driving me fucking insane. Why do you think I haven’t had a woman here since you watched me with Britt?” My grip tightens.
She swallows against my palm, shaking her head.
I lower my mouth to her ear. “Because I can’t come unless I visualize you. Unless I imagine that it’s your legs spread wide open. Unless I visualize you stuffed full of my cock, your cunt taking every inch because you need all of it as much as I need all of you.” She shudders at my words, and I hover my mouth over her lips, feathering my breath across them. “That’s what you do to me, Taryn. I’ve always had fucking control, but since you’ve been here, you’ve had it the entire time without even knowing.”
She licks her lips, provoking me. Agitating whatever’s left of my sanity. “Then take it back, Colten.”
Clenching my jaw, my fingers dig into her flesh as her hand reaches up, gripping my tatted forearm that’s holding her head hostage.
I crush my erection against her warm stomach, the electrical current between us zipping. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” she breathes. “I lied. I didn’t picture your brothers that night when I slipped my fingers inside me.”
She’s killing me here. I’m barely holding on, the rubber band ready to snap and leave me with permanent scars. The sheen of sweat on my skin chills.
“I imagined you…imagined what it would’ve felt like—been like—to be her.”
My eyes fall shut, allowing the vigilant part of my mind to dig its claws into the unfathomable part of my soul to gather any remaining common sense to prevent me from carrying her to my room.
