Her hand drifts up my arm and wrist, her fingers pressing into mine to choke herself more forcefully.
It only takes three words from her mouth to snap the rubber band and break me entirely.
“Take. It. Back.”
TWENTY-EIGHT | COLTEN
My mouth magnetizes to hers, the impact as if two waves in a tsunami have finally collided, unleashing the wrath of the merciless sea.
The pads of my fingers press into the delicate cords in her neck, the patter below Taryn’s skin tapping viciously against my palm. Our breaths are ragged. Our hands wander, demanding to grip any part of each other we can hold on to. And as the seconds pass, her racing heart syncs with mine.
I lower my body, snaking my arms around her bare thighs. Lifting her frame, her legs weave around my waist, her feet locking, her core flush against my hardening cock. My tongue pierces through her soft lips to deepen the kiss, her tongue eagerly twirling with mine. Her teeth nip my bottom lip, the sting transmitting a shock wave of heat that pulses through my veins and straight to my groin.
Fuck.
Up until I kissed her earlier, I was disinclined to fully comprehend how badly I wanted her. She’s been living on Lindenvale Hill for weeks, but Taryn Meyers has been on myradar for months—the little green dot blinking on my screen I craved to lure closer.
From the second her application and résumé hit my inbox for the fake teaching position I crafted—a replica to match a job listing I found for a second-grade position in Oregon—I couldn’t think of anything else. My fascination with her festered and gnawed at my patience until she fell into the palm of my hands when she walked into that faux interview.
Turning us, I break the kiss as I shuffle us down the hallway ahead, heading to my bedroom at the back of the house. Keeping my eyes trained on my bedroom door, her mouth glides and explores my neck, the cold tip of her nose trailing up the slope to my ear.
With eagerness, I saunter to the bed, flipping us around so I sit on the edge, and she’s straddling me.
Her shallow breathing catches as her focus locks on the view behind me. The entire back wall of my room is windows, the ethereal expanse of the orchard blanketed in night spanning across the edge of the yard. Eyes wandering, she scans my room—the gray walls and wood fixtures—allowing the natural greens outside to be the focal point. Wood beams traverse the ceiling with sconces, and the honey-toned bedposts match the dresser and bedside table.
I’m scrutinizing her features as she takes it all in, memorizing the enthralled look glinting in her eyes while her irises bounce around. She traps her bottom lip between her teeth.
God, I could watch these curious looks flicker across her face for hours and never succumb to boredom. What I really want to do is use my finger to trace those beautiful, inquisitive lines between her brows.
It’s like she wasn’t expecting a view this phenomenal.
She shifts distractedly, her hot center dragging against my erection bulging below her. The subtle movement has me fanning out my fingers over the apples of her ass and burrowing my fingers to gain some purchase. I leap up, spin us around, and throw her on the bed to trap her underneath me.
A gasp slips past her glossy lips.
I dip my head into the crook of her neck, biting at the tender skin while my hand slips under her tank top. My fingers wander up the smooth expanse of her stomach, digging under the lacy material she’s wearing to access her breasts. They’ve been pleading for my mouth since she found herself in my presence.
“Tell me, Little Ghost,” I whisper against her navel as I push up her tank top, and my mouth latches to her stomach. She digs her fingers into the duvet, wriggling beneath me. “What were you thinking about all those times you pushed your pink vibrator into your pussy,” I say across her skin.
Her body goes rigid under me as what I asked starts registering. She attempts to get up, but I snatch onto her throat, lightly thrusting her back onto my comforter.
If she didn’t like it, she’d be fighting me. Yet her inclination to submit and sink back into the mattress has exhilaration short-circuiting my brain.
“Colten, how did you know—”
The pads of my fingers pinch one perky nipple, forcing something between a groan and a whimper from her.
“Answer the question, Little Ghost,” I demand. My firm arms hover my body above hers, and I grab the hem of her tank top to lift it over her head. “If you don’t answer me while I’m undressing you, my cock isn’t going to be the only thing stretching you. I’ll invite your pink rabbit to play too.”
A strangled moan escapes her as she shudders.
Hmmm.She doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.
That’s on the agenda for another day, but she doesn’t need to know that quite yet.
Her voice is strangled as I tug her shorts down her legs. “I—I thought…” Even when she’s stuttering, it’s an addicting sound. “I thought about someone taking what they wanted from me, hitting that spot over and over again that nearly makes me black out from pleasure.”
“Yeah?” I arch a brow, admiring how the purple lace set clinging to her frame highlights her skin tone. It’ll be a masterpiece when it’s on my bedroom floor in shreds. “Who was fucking you?”
