Fucking with it.
Destroying the tether I’d once thought easy to maintain. Even when challenged, my oath had won over my dick.
Years had passed and I’d believed myself to be rid of the hunger that had kept me awake nights long after she’d left town. Fuck. I had to ask again why karma hated me so damn much. She was testing me and I was already failing.
Oops.
Maybe later I’d tell myself that I’d lost my mind. Or perhaps I’d make promises that I’d never do something so stupid or reckless again.
I’d certainly have difficulty looking Kenzie in the eyes again. She already didn’t trust me and my rude behavior certainly wasn’t going to win her over even after sex.
Yet with the first taste of her there was nothing I could do to stop my actions. Her pussy was that sweet, the nectar of the gods.
So I wrapped my arms around her long legs, keeping her spread wide open. She jerked up from the granite’s surface, arching her back. Every moan slipping past those lush lips of hers was enough to drive a man into madness.
I couldn’t think about what I was doing or somewhere in the darkest, furthest reaches of my mind, I would try to stop myself from moving forward.
And sweet Lord, that wasn’t something I wanted to do. I dragged the tip of my tongue around her tiny clit, taking my time to entice and tease. Barely two minutes later, the tiny nub had swollen to twice the size. I pulled the tender tissue into my mouth, sucking while she tossed her head back and forth.
I’d never tasted anything so sweet, peaches on a hot summer day. I could barely contain myself, lapping her cream while she writhed on the counter. All I could think about was her writhing underneath me.
That would come soon enough.
She’d touched more than just my body.
McKenzie Sterling had seen the pain and wrapped her small, shaking hand around the raw emotion, holding it as if it belonged to her.
I’d never let anyone in, at least other than Will. Which was why the moment was so damn cathartic.
Kenzie wiggled in my hold, just like she’d done when I’d taken her up on her dare years ago, and I enjoyed watched the slight struggle.
Just as I had all those years ago.
Every sound she made invigorated my senses. I was fucking electrified from her touch alone. She truly had no idea how stunning of a woman she’d grown into.
She was all voluptuous, rounded curves in all the right places. She’d likely complain she wasn’t thin enough, something she’d done years before, but she was utterly perfect in my mind. Her breasts fit my hands as if made for them.
I craved her long legs wrapped around me tightly as I fucked her.
Her hips? Oh, sweet Jesus. Soon I’d grab a handful while fucking her from behind. Every man’s dream.
What I adored the most was the fire in her luminous eyes. At least the years hadn’t stolen the rebellion from her.
She dared shift again while I was lost in the past, almost kneeing me in the chest. How in the hell had she managed to do that?
“Nice try, Palomino Girl.” The term just came to me and seemed to shock us both. She’d hated the nickname with a passion, even though her favorite horse and the one she’d had since she’d been a little girl had been a stunning palomino. I’d told her she bucked like a wild horse, like her horse and the nickname had stuck.
“I’m not that girl any longer,” she muttered, throwing the term in my face.
“Oh, yes, you are.”
I yanked her down to the edge of the counter, spreading her even more wide open. She knew exactly how best to challenge a man with her smile and her eyes, with the wave of her hand and the toss of hair over her shoulder.
She’d always believed she had control and in truth, she had. Of every freaking inch of me.
Well, no longer.
If she thought she could get away from me, she was dead wrong. I would tie her down if necessary. I continued my feast, driving both my tongue and my fingers into her pussy. Jesus Christ, she was tight, so fucking tight I wondered what in the hell was wrong with the dude she’d spent time with.
