And she will be mine.
Even if only for this one ill-fated moment. I know this is madness, but I can’t stop it now. I don’t want to. And unless Penny herself tells me to stop, I won’t. I’m seeing this through, even if it leaves my life in ruins and my heart in pieces.
I move a hand to cup her throat, remembering how much she said she enjoyed that. I almost expect her to giggle at the obvious callback, or make a joke of it, but her breath catches, so I put the slightest pressure, squeezing the tiniest bit, and I feel her pulse flutter rapidly against my fingers. Fuck, shedoeslike that. My other hand drifts even lower, finding the fullness of her breast, and though she’s wearing a sweatshirt and a bra, I can feel the hard nub of her nipple. I tease my thumb over it, and it responds, pearling up even more.
Using my hold on her throat to lift her chin, I press heated kisses down her neck and simultaneously slip my other hand beneath her sweatshirt, wanting to feel her soft skin. She struggles at my waist, fighting to raise my shirt. If that’s what she wants, she can have it. She can have anything, everything. I force my hands off her for the one second it takes for me to rip my shirt off and drop it to the floor, and then they’re back on her. I pull her sweatshirt up, too, and she ducks out of it. Her fingers dance over the bare skin of my biceps as I cup her breasts, taking my fill. I could dive into the line of her cleavage and live there for the rest of my days as a happy man, surrounded by her scent and the beating of her heart.
I’ve seen her in a swimsuit before. It nearly killed me because I wanted to lay her over my legs and smack her ass for daring to letanyone see that much of her, but I also desperately didn’t want her to cover up. I wanted to see—and memorize—every inch of her that I could, from the freckle on her rib cage to the small heart tattoo on her right hip bone. This bra has more coverage than her favorite swimsuit does, yet this feels more intimate. Swimsuits are for the public; her lingerie is private. Just for me.
That thought has my cock surging demandingly in my jeans, but he’ll have to wait. I want to taste more of Penny—more of her mouth, her breasts, her pussy, anything she’ll let me have. I would beg for scraps of her attention, worship any inch of her body.
“Jesus,” I growl, “you’re so fucking beautiful.” I press a kiss to the fullness above her bra on one side and then the other, my thumbs swiping over her nipples. She reaches behind herself, easily undoing the fastener in the back, and with the slightest dip of her shoulders, her bra falls. She throws it out of the way like the damn thing is cursed. And Penny Lee is topless on my kitchen counter. I know exactly what I want to eat first.
I trace a circle around one of her nipples, then tease over the nub with my tongue. Penny arches into me, and I suck more of her flesh into my mouth as her arms wrap around my neck, holding me to her. The barest brush of my teeth has her whimpering needily, so I do it again on the other side. I want to learn every single thing she likes and doesn’t like. Hell, I can’t wait to hear her Yelp ratings.
Her fingers splay over my chest and move down my abs, which clench and flex beneath her touch.Fuck, is she ...?When she cups my cock, I instinctively buck into her touch with a groan of pleasure, cursing the barrier of my jeans. Her movements turn frantic, her fingers working at the button of my jeans. “Off, take them off,” she orders.
I press my forehead to hers, eyes demanding her full attention even though fire is rushing through both of us, burning any shred of logic we might have under different circumstances. “Penny, are you sure?”
“Don’t make me question myself. Just do it,” she gasps, her fingers still struggling to undo my jeans. But then she freezes. “Unlessyou’renot sure?”
The insecurity is deafeningly loud. And entirely my fault. Every cruel word I’ve spat her way, every grumble of annoyance, every dismissive glance has made her doubt me. I wanted her to think I hated her,neededher to think that, but for just a moment—this reckless, dangerous moment—I want her to understand the truth.
“I was sure the second you walked into your parents’ kitchen wearing a pair of jeans that fit your ass like a second skin, a team shirt, and a smile that made it feel like there might actually be some good in this world. I was sure then, and though I’m going to burn in hell for it, I’m sure now.” For all the sweetness in the picture I’m painting, I might as well be telling her to fuck off, because my voice is rough with desire, the words gritted out like they’re being forced from the depths of my soul without me wanting them to be heard.
She blinks, and I think she’s realizing that’s what she was wearing the first time we met. In truth, it’d been Dominic’s team logo, and she’d been supporting her brother. But in my twisted head, it was always for me.
I deliberately slow my movements as I reach for my jeans, giving her every chance to stop me while praying she doesn’t. Instead, she goes for her own waist, making quick work of her zipper and lifting her hips to shove her jeans over her hips and down, taking her panties with them. While she kicks her legs, trying clumsily to get her shoes and clothes off, I rush to do the same.
As soon as we’re both naked, I’m back on her, melding my mouth to hers and letting my fingers explore the new territory of her thighs, her hips, and then down toward her pussy. All the while, her fingernails scratch a path toward my cock, claiming every inch. The gentlest brush of the backs of my fingers over her clit sends a shudder through her, and her thighs spread even farther apart to give me better access. “I have dreamed of what you taste like.”
“Really?” she whispers on a breath, still sounding like she thinks this might be a dream of her own. Later, she’ll realize it’s not. That it’s real, and that the fallout is going to be a nightmare. If I were an honorable, good, worthwhile man, I’d have the strength to remind her. But I’m too far gone to sacrifice this chance. I need it so bad. I needherso bad.
I rumble into the sensitive shell of her ear, “Really,” before slowly dropping to my knees. I grab her hips roughly, yanking her to the edge of the counter, and push her legs wide, spreading her bare for my hungry gaze. Penny leans back, her hands propping her up and her head resting on the upper cabinet like it’s the softest pillow. Taking the shortest moment possible to appreciate the beauty before me and inhale her intoxicating scent, I’m finally able to fulfill one of my most recurrent fantasies by tasting Penelope Lee. She’s as heavenly as I dreamed, sweet and musky ... andmine.
Dipping my tongue into her, I savor her, and then moan as I take her clit into my mouth, sucking it as I play with finding out what she likes ... what she loves ... and what drives her fucking wild. That’s what I want—full-throttle, no-holds-barred Penny. Later, when she regrets this, I want her to at least know that, for one moment, it was worth it. ThatIwas worth it.
I devour her, I possess her, I claim her, even leaving my mark on her thigh right next to the crease where her leg meets her pussy. Is it an asshole move? Yes. But I never claimed not to be, and the primal need to leave proof of my presence here, at her most private of places, is riding me hard.
Getting close to the edge—of her orgasm, because her hips are hanging well over the edge of the counter at this point—she begins to buck, searching for what she needs to fall. Wanting to give her more, I tease my fingertips over her entrance, feeling her slickness. One finger slides in easily, so I give her another, fucking her with them.
I can feel her pussy clenching down on my fingers, her walls quivering, and I need her orgasm like I need oxygen. Not only seeingand hearing Penny come but also being the person who makes her shatter is a gift I will fully appreciate the significance of. I work her mercilessly, roughly demanding her body take everything I have to give it—my mouth on her clit, my fingers inside her pussy, and my other hand reaching up to pinch her nipple.
She inhales sharply through clenched teeth, her whole body going stock-still for the longest second of my life, and then spasms rack through her. Her cries are music to my ears, the juices that flow from her pure honey, and I become an instant addict to her pleasure. When the shudders slow, I pull my fingers out and suck them clean as I stand.
My cock is standing hard and ready, desperate to be inside Penny, but now that the edge is taken off for her, I fully expect her to say never mind and leave me fucking myself and spitting out her name as I spill over my hand the way I have countless times before. But she reaches for me instantly, her nails digging into my biceps, and she jerks me in for a kiss. Penny’s taste on my tongue and her mouth on mine is a level of intoxication I never fathomed could exist, but here I am.
“Fuck me,” she mumbles against my mouth, never stopping the kiss.
I should stop. I should at least put on a condom. I should do countless other reasonable, rational things. I do none of them.
One hand on her hip and the other on the base of my cock, I find her opening and thrust balls-deep into her in one smooth motion. Her head falls back, hitting the cabinet door, but the cry she lets out is of pure bliss, not pain. Finally inside her the way I’ve always wanted to be, I pause for one heartbeat to let her adjust, but she’s already grabbing my hips, encouraging me to get on with it.
Not needing to be told twice, and praying she won’t hate me later for this, I give her everything I have, everything I am. Years of pent-up desire, secret hopes I’ve harbored deep inside, and pure need flow through me as I thrust into her again and again. Penny locks her legs behind my waist, limiting my range of motion, but I make the most of it, staying deep—sodeep—in her pussy and thrusting shallowly but fast.
“Goddamn it,” I spit out through clenched teeth. She feels so good that I’m already teetering on the verge of coming. I have to change things or I’m gonna blow too soon, and I want more of this, more of Penny.
I wrap my arm around her lower back, lifting her into the air and basically impaling her on my cock. Her arms scrabble around frantically, looking to grab on to something. She finds the handle on the cabinet and holds on to it for dear life like the damn thing might stop her from falling. But she’s not falling, she’s not going anywhere. She’s mine.
