Page 60 of Obsessed Mr. O’Brian

They want me. They need me.

I feel greedy for wanting too much, but I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Artur and Lola.

The evening passes with loads of furtive glances from Lola as she checks that I haven’t left. I assure her over and over again I’m not leaving. When her bedtime arrives, she demands cuddles from both her father and me. I start to back away so as not to encroach on their private time together, but Artur wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his side.

“C’mon, angel. Our sweet little princess needs a throne update,” he rumbles.

“What?’ I ask.

He pulls me down to sit on the chaise in Lola’s nursery and squishes me into the corner next to his bulk before holding out his arms for Lola. She climbs up and settles across our laps.

My breath catches in my throat. I never thought this beautiful family would invite me into their sacred bedtime routine. I’m honored beyond words.

When Lola is tucked safely asleep in her crib, Artur guides me out into the hallway and straight to the master bedroom. A baby monitor sits on the bedside table, but otherwise we’re more alone than we’ve ever been.

He pulls me to him and dominates my mouth with such ferocious desperation my head spins. My own hunger rises, and together we rip and tear at each other’s clothes until not a stitch of fabric separates us. The shock of his naked masculine frame pressed against my feminine curves both excites me and fills me with apprehension. His chest hair teases my sensitive nipples, and his wicked hands roam over my back, hips, and ass.

His thick, hard length digs into my soft stomach. He’s so big that even though I’ve enjoyed teasing him with my mouth and watching him lose control between my breasts, the thought of taking him inside my body is a little terrifying. I want it but can’t imagine it not hurting.

I claw at his scalp, nape, and shoulders. He growls and thrusts his hips.

My core contracts, and liquid desire seeps down my inner thigh. This is too fast, but I want more.

So wrapped up in him, I don’t notice he’s moved us across the room, so I squeak in terror when he leans over me so far I topple backward. We land on the bed with my legs dangling off the edge and his hips between mine. With a growl of hunger, he pulls his face away from mine and hauls me further onto the bed until my head hits the pillows. He crawls halfway on top of me, stopping with his face above my breasts and his ridged abdomen against my pussy. I wrap my legs around him but close my fists in his hair and tug.

“Wait, Artur, I—”

My plea ends on a gasp as he closes his mouth over my breast. White-hot pleasure zings through me as he sucks and flicks his tongue over my nipple. He pulls his head back until it pops free, then speaks with his lips brushing against my sensitive peak.

“Wait for what, angel?”

“Wait for me. I’m not ready,” I shudder.

He thrusts his hips, grinding his cock into the sheets and shifting the entire mattress. I groan as his abs glide over my hot, wet pussy.

“I didn’t know there was a level more ready than creaming all over me before I take you,” he says with a diabolical swirl of his tongue.

It’s true. My arousal coats my inner thighs and soaks his stomach. I writhe and teeter on the edge of a terrifying precipice at the slick pressure on my clit.

“I’ve never done this before,” I admit.

He goes deathly still for several heart-wrenching moments before he lifts his head. The confusion on his brow isn’t what I expect, but it’s better than disgust or horror.

“Are you trying to say you’re a virgin?” he asks.

“No. I’m not a virgin.”

I can’t hide the trepidation in my voice.

He climbs up my body and brackets my head and shoulders with his forearms. I whimper in delight as he settles his hips between mine and flattens my breasts with his chest. Pinned to the mattress but not crushed by his weight, I marvel at all our differences.

“I don’t understand. Explain,” he demands.

Afraid he’ll pull away, I tighten my legs around his hips and curl my hands over his biceps.

“I’ve had sex before, only I don’t remember it,” I admit.

He stares down at me. I can’t read his thoughts. Words spew from my mouth like vomit.