I palm her cheek. “Those are obligations. Not fun.”
“And you’re fun?”
“Songbird, I’m more than fun.”
She bites her bottom lip and her gaze drops to my mouth. It’s an invitation I can’t refuse. I lower my head. I move slow to give her a chance to say no. But she doesn’t.
I press my lips to hers and she sighs. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. There it is. The flavor I’ve been obsessed with since the first time I tasted her. Buried beneath beer and the tortilla chips she ate after dinner is her wildness.
I moan before tilting her head to dive deeper. She clings to my shoulders. Her fingernails dig into my skin. I want her nails digging into my back. Scoring me with her passion.
I bring her closer. Her breasts press against my chest. And my cock pushes against her stomach. She wraps a leg around my hips to grind herself against my cock. My hard length strains against my zipper.
I wrench my lips from hers to trail kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I meet her gaze. I don’t want her to regret this in the morning. I don’t want her to regret me. I want to get her addicted to me. The way I am to her.
Her light brown eyes are clear. There’s no doubt. Only passion.Yes.
“If at any time you change your mind, say the word and I’ll stop.”
“At any time?”
“Songbird, I don’t care if I’m buried deep inside you about to come. If you say stop, I’m stopping. You’re mine to protect.”
“I’m not yours.”
Those words hurt. I want her to be mine. I want her to rejoice in being mine. But if she needs time to understand the truth of us, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her anything she wants. She doesn’t even have to ask. It’s hers for the taking.
“For tonight you are.”
She looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “I can agree to this.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
I lift her in my arms and carry her into the bedroom of my suite. I lay her down on the bed before covering her with my body.
“I want to explore every inch of your body. With my hands and my tongue.” She squirms beneath me, and I smirk. “You approve of this idea?”
“As long as I get to touch you.”
“Songbird, you can touch me anywhere you want.”
She sneaks her hand between our bodies to squeeze my length. My cock weeps in response.
“This isn’t going to last long if you continue.”
She squeezes again. The little minx.
“Do you want me to come in my shorts like a teenager?”
Her eyes flare. “Maybe.”
I capture her wrist and pin her arm to the bed. “You’re a troublemaker.”
