Page 39 of Ruthless Deliverance

Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pajama pants, he pulls them down, tossing them aside and drops his mouth to my stomach.

“That’s not an answer. There has to be something that scares you.” Slowly, his tongue trails up my stomach, over my chest before he covers my mouth with his. My fingers dig into his shoulders, wanting to feel the skin beneath the T-shirt clinging to him. “Creed.”

He pulls slightly back, his eyes locked with mine. “There isn’t. That’s why I can’t be controlled. Fear is a weakness that allows people to be manipulated. Sometimes I wish I had one, then I’d know there would be something to stop me when I go too far.”

“You. You’re the only one who can stop yourself.”

His eyes close, his mouth feathering over mine. “Now, has your condition been met?”

“Yes.”

“Good, Puppet.”

“Call me that again and I’mma hurt you.”

His throaty laugh moves over my skin as he shifts down. “I have no doubt you could.”

“I really should’ve made dropping that stupid nickname the condition.”

Rubbing his fingertips down my sides, he hooks them on the waistband of my underwear, bringing them down my legs before dropping them on the ground. Returning his hands to me, he places his palms on my thighs, spreading my legs as he watches me, moving his face between my thighs. “There’s always next time.”

No. There shouldn’t be a next time. But before I can get the words out, he hooks my leg on his shoulder, his tongue licks over me, teasing, as my hips rock forward to get him closer. His sultry laugh drives my need even further because I know he’s drawing out the sweet torment and enjoying me being at his whim. Finally, his mouth is on my clit, sucking, teasing, tasting. His fingers slide inside me, stroking, as my back arches off the door. I grasp a handful of his hair and hold him to me. Fuck. It’s been a while, but I know it’s never felt this good. Or maybe it’s the buildup from the tension between us since day one, because as soon as my release hits, it tears through my body, my muscles tensing as waves of euphoria flow everywhere. Coming down is even better, my body feels so relaxed I could curl up and fall asleep right here on the floor, but I doubt sleep is in his plan. And as soon as he starts licking his way up my body, desire rises in my core again—I’ll never fall asleep until I feel more of him. All of him.

Reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, I lift it over his head and toss it to the floor. When I unbutton his jeans, he keeps his gaze locked with mine. Pushing the denim and his boxers down, I take his cock in my hand, stroking his length. His shoulders tense before he moves forward, his hand gripping my hair as he pulls my lips to his. His greedy kiss combined with the taste of me on his lips sends my need into overdrive. And apparently his too. Suddenly his hands grip my ass, lifting me, and my legs hook around his waist.

“Which way?”

I know what he’s asking and direct him to my bedroom as he walks with me latched onto him. Once in my room, he places me on the bed and kicks his jeans off before reaching into his pocket. Pulling out a foil packet, his hands fumble with the condom while rolling it over his length, then his mouth returns to mine. As soon as he’s situated over me, his hands smooth down my side, his mouth dropping to my neck. The tip of his cock teases my entrance as he moves his hands under my shoulders, gripping as he thrusts into me, filling me. He remains still, his body rigid above mine, my nails digging into his back as he pulls nearly out before pushing back inside me.

It’s not the extended amount of time that’s making me feel all sorts of ways. It’s him. His size. His movements. The way he touches me. Covers me, his strong, muscular body putting the perfect weight on me, pinning me beneath him, making me feel safe. And suddenly, I don’t like it. Creed is not supposed to make me feel secure or protected in the least. If anything, he’s a quick, forbidden one-and-done. But damn, I wouldn’t mind feeling like his again.

He leans back, moving his hand between us, his thumb stroking my clit. There’s no way. I barely ever got off with my ex, and Creed is pulling out my second one as he pumps faster into me, his eyes never leaving mine. My eyelids flutter closed because I don’t want to focus on anything except the pleasure. That’s it—not him, not us, just the lightning zipping through me. And he pulls that satisfaction from me, another release surging through my core as my hands move to his sides, clinging, while he pounds into me and I ride out my wave. With one final thrust, he pushes into me, his body stiff and strong over mine. His head drops to the bed beside mine, his face buried against my damp skin. I don’t make a move to release him, and he remains inside me for a few minutes until he lifts his head, his eyes searching mine. For what, I don’t know and don’t care. I want to enjoy the magnificent way my body feels—more relaxed and at ease than ever. And that’s saying something since a guy who shouldn’t be anywhere near me is in my bed. And though I came to this town under false pretenses and am staying in a house that isn’t mine, pretending to live the life of a high school student, being with Creed like this feels more real than anything ever has.

35

CREED

“Get up.” Dani slaps my back as my eyes lazily open. She’s standing beside the bed, fully dressed for school. Damn. I’m not ready to get out of bed. When did she? Last night when I woke, her naked body had been curled against mine. That sounds like a much better idea than going to school.

“Let’s skip.” I stretch, watching as she gets more uneasy, the complete opposite of how she was last night with me. Finally. Now, Paranoid Officer Dani is back in full force. And proves it when she hurries, grabbing my clothes and tossing them on me. “Get dressed. You have to leave before Philip gets here, and I need to get to school on time.” She hurries across the room, grabs her bag off the desk, and walks to the door. “Some of us don’t own the place.”

“That again?” I knew she’d still have some hang-ups after last night, but I thought we’d be past some of it. “And for the record, I don’t own the place. My dad does.”

“Same thing. Let’s go.” She stays by the door, arms folded, eyes turned away as I stand from the bed. She glances out of the corner of her eye before completely shifting her back to me.

“No need to be shy now.” I stop behind her, my arms looping around her as I pull her back against me. “I already know what you taste like and am craving more.”

She squirms out of my grip and shoves away. “That was a one-time thing.” She goes to pull the door open, but I grasp her wrist and tug her back to me.

“Don’t tell me that was all you want?” It sure as fuck wasn’t enough for me.

“Creed. We have to go.” Her face stays turned away from mine, her voice stern but I know she’s struggling.

“Not until you admit it.”

“Admit what? That we fucked and I enjoyed it? Yes. Agreed. But that’s it.”

“Are you so used to lying that you don’t know when you’re lying to yourself, or are you just in the practice of denying anything that could make you happy?”