She was different.
The burning need for her that I couldn’t extinguish was different too.
“What, Adrik?” she asked again, almost begging me to speak. “What do you want from me? What do you want me for?”
Those two questions were wildly distinct, yet the same. And I could reply to both of them with the same action.
“This.” I muttered it, not so much that she’d hear me, but to move my mouth and commit to stating it out loud.
I paired my reply with entering the house. Slamming the door shut behind me, I didn’t look away from her for a second as I stalked inside. She backed up, giving me space as she retreated. But she didn’t turn and run. There was no time for her to cower or demand that I give her an answer.
Colliding with her, I wrapped one arm around her slender body. Dressed in a set of thin pajamas, a camisole and a pair of shorts, it was almost as though I were feeling her bare. But when I cupped her jaw and tipped her head up so she faced me fully, I knew that it was only a matter of time—and my patience—until I had her bare.
Naked and willing to take my cock again.
It was already so hard. Stiff and aching in my pants. She couldn’t miss it, flush against me as I hauled her up close to me.
Dipping down at the same time that I guided her to reach up to me, I kissed her hard. We met in the middle, our lips brushing against each other’s in a hot, sensual slide.
She gasped.
I growled.
And with that soundtrack of need and lust, I devoured her. Tasting her lips. Sucking on her tongue. I kept my grip on the back of her head as I slanted over her. Letting her feel all the desire I had tried to resist, I parted her lips and made sure that she understood exactly what I wanted.
This.
Her submitting and keening with sexy little whimpers to hold on to me. Her slender arms were looped around my neck now. All it did was press her breasts up against me in a deliciously tormenting rub.
I ripped my mouth from hers as I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t take this gradual buildup of getting her under me, naked and without any barriers.
One yank down ripped her thin camisole into halves. As she lowered one arm, then the other, she let the fabric fall to the floor. She was too busy kissing me back to let me have a good look at her.
When I’d fucked her on my desk, she’d been so tempting and forbidden, her nipples and only half of her breasts visible with her bra cups flicked down.
Like this, though, I had no obstacles.
I lowered, holding her back to dip her backward as I ran a trail of greedy kisses and bites down from her lips, along her jaw, to her neck, and then all the way to her tits.
Full globes waited for my attention, and I tried to slow down to savor every sweet inch she gave me. I dragged my tongue around her nipples, but sucking on the pert tips had her moaning faster, holding my head to her chest as if this alone could get her off.
I walked her back, knowing time wasn’t on my side. I was the boss. I called the shots. I could declare a week to be cleared of engagements so I could fuck her nonstop. But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Time worked against me now because I wasn’t going to last.
She tripped, walking backward while I kissed everywhere I could reach. I steadied her from falling as I shoved her shorts down. They quickly tangled between her legs, but by the time I had blindly steered her toward the living room, my feet touching the softness of the carpet instead of the hardwood floor of the hallway and foyer, I took hold of her to lower her to the ground.
Following her lower, I tried to conquer all of her. Her mouth was too sweet to pass up on. Her breasts were glorious swells I could spend the rest of my life marking red from my teeth. As I slid my hand over her flat stomach while she lay flat on the floor, I teased her pussy. Stroking back and forth, I rubbed her and smeared her arousal. The tangy scent of it rose up to hit my nose, but it was too much.
Too good.
I growled into her mouth as I fingered her, playing with her clit but not to the point she’d lose her mind.
I intended to conquer her pussy, too, with my dick deep inside her again.
Leaning up, I hurried to shed my clothes. Not kissing her was a crime, and while it slowed me down from getting my shirt open and my pants off, I knew I wasn’t walking away from here without obeying this raging need to conquer her. To own her. To fully possess her and fuck the specific memo into her brain that she mattered to me.
In so many damn ways, none of which I’d expected when I drove out to punish her father for the mismanagement of my accounts.
Her thighs trembled, showing how innately nervous she still was with me.
