Vines of desire begin to creep across my skin, twisting in my belly, and drawing my nipples. Damn him and his memory and his dirty mouth.
‘You can’t say things like that.’
Will leans infinitesimally closer. ‘Why? Are you hard of hearing? Because I just did.’
‘Fuck you.’
‘Original but oh, so tempting.’
His tone is laced with dirty promises and feels like a hundred fingertips running across my skin. We come together like waves crashing on rocks. Fingers grasp, lips punish while seeking to possess.
Resting his arms on my shoulders, he pushes me farther into the living room, all the while his fingers plucking at my clothes. My hair is down and my shirt tossed to the floor as he picks me up and threads my legs around his waist, thrusting his tongue down my throat.
And I take it, imagining it’s something else. Moaning at the sensation and the dirty thoughts running through my head.
‘You won’t see him again.’ His voice rasps, his teeth grazing my shoulder, pulling my bra strap.
‘You don’t get to say.’ I sound like I’ve been running, my words breathy and taut as I cross my ankles on his back, pulling him to me, moaning deeper as he flexes, then pushes my back against the cool wall, grinding against me in a desperate kind of relief.
‘I’m going to fuck you so hard,’ he grunts, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. ‘You’ll be feeling me next week. I’m going to fucking ruin you, Sadie. And when I have, you’ll never want to see him again.’ I’m not particularly interested in seeing him anyway, but I don’t tell Will that. Instead, I reply huskily, ‘Do your worst.’ I moan as he places his mouth against the swell of my breast, grunting as his teeth sink into the soft flesh.
Oh, God.
‘Yes!And tell me about that shower again.’
‘Fuck me, Sadie. Where have you been?’
We bump from the wall to the back of the sofa, Will supporting my weight there for a beat to flip open the back of my bra. I lick my lips at his avid expression, the air between us alive, tying us together and shocking us in little pulsing jolts. I reach down between us, my hands making quick work of the button on his jeans. And when I begin to imagine him fucking me here—his hands holding my ass, my weight braced on his hips—he lowers his mouth to my ear.
‘In the shower, you were on your knees, your hair in my hand as I fed you my dick so deeply you choked, but you didn’t move your hand from between your slick legs.’
I suck in a deep breath as the backs of his fingers graze my nipple in the barest of a caress. He licks a wet trail down my neck, bending to take my nipple into his mouth.
‘Oh, God.’ I cry out, my fingers grappling with his shoulders as I arch my back.
‘Tell me you won’t see him.’
I laugh, thinking to myself,you’ll have to do better than that. But my laughter is short lived as his long fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he lifts me, carrying me into the kitchen. His lips still on my breast, his teeth are almost a threat.
‘It’s not very nice being ignored,’ he growls, dropping me unceremoniously to my feet. With a hand on my hip, he spins me to face the countertop. The same hand now sits between my shoulder blades, and my cheek rests on the backs of my hands.
His large hand holds me down, though it’s not the pressure of his pressing fingers but my mind that keeps me there. The questions. The scenarios my mind spins out. What will he do? Why in the kitchen? And how much longer before he pulls my panties off?
This isn’t like me. I rarely get angry. And kinky—what even is that? And what the hell is he looking for in the kitchen drawer next to my hip?
He grunts in satisfaction, and though I strain to see what it is, it doesn’t appear in front of me.
It had to be something small enough to slip into his pants pocket?
He lifts my dress, caressing the rounds of my ass with his hands.
‘I hope you weren’t too attached to these,’ he says, hooking his thumbs into the waistband, slipping the bare wisp of my panties down my thighs. He kisses my shoulder, licks the length of my spine then, pushes his booted foot between mine, he widens my stance. And the noise he makes as his slides two fingers inside. I want to bottle it—the absolute need. His desire.
All for me. Because when this vacation is over, these things won’t ever happen to me.
An ass man,I think, smiling secretly as his hands stroke my butt again. I feel the drag of his damp fingers against my skin, the air scented with my arousal. My absolute need
But then Will says something strange. Something that doesn’t make any sense.
