Page 63 of Rugged and Filthy

“Oh, you’d be surprised what I called you, sweet thing. And what I wanted to do to you.”

“Do tell.”

“In due time.”

I inched closer, keeping just enough distance he couldn’t snag my arm. I had a feeling that’s what he had intended.

“You need to eat,” he said as soon as I returned to my seat. Now he appeared relaxed, exactly as if he owned the joint.

And possessed every inch of me.

“What if I’m not hungry?”

He planted his hand against his chest, acting as if I’d hurt his feelings. He was more playful alone, his defenses falling as well. “Oh, there is no doubt about your hunger.”

Whew. Was it really that hot in here?

I picked up my fork, staring at the delicious-looking pizza, amazed he’d gone to so much trouble. Even the scent of the gorgeous roses filled the room, but that only managed to add to the strange tension that remained between us. I pushed the food around, unable to keep the gaze we’d shared. He was far too dangerous in everything he did, his actions and words pushing buttons that didn’t need to be pressed right now.

However, as much as I tried to avoid looking at him, his ragged breathing and the way I could feel his penetrating stare was too intense to avoid.

“What’s on your mind, Irish sunshine?” he asked.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?” Of course I had about a million things on my mind, including why I was still so taken with the man.

He chuckled and leaned over the small table, allowing the explosive heat of his body to easily break down more of my defenses. “Well, first of all, I’ve never seen anyone eat pizza with a knife and fork. That’s not how it’s done in the United States. Second, you’re the master of pushing your food around, making it seem like you’re enjoying it. That’s something a child would do.”

His words burned something deep within me, something that I’d considered rock solid, a shield around me. I lifted my gaze this time, hating the fluttering going on in my stomach. “I’m not a child. I can eat my food the way I want.” There I went again, pushing him as much as he’d been doing to me. I’d never experienced such a push-pull with a man and I had to admit, it was kind of fun.

“Then I guess I’m going to need to feed you. Like a child.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t have control over me.”

As if to prove a point I knew I would never win, I jerked up, grabbing my plate and spinning around to face the other direction. Before I could take a single step, he’d grabbed my wrist, yanking me with the plate still in my hand onto his lap. I was shocked to say the least, his cock throbbing and rock hard as it was pushed against the back of my thigh.

Desire and electricity roared through both of us.

“Let go of me!” I sensed my insistence was met with deaf ears.

Especially when he gently took the plate from my hand, placing it on top of his. “Open your mouth.”

His command was met with me pursing my lips closed and a slight shake of my head.

“Then I’ll open it for you.” Everything about the silly moment was more intimate than any round of passion. He pressed his thumb against my mouth and I tightened my lips. But he wasn’t taking no for an answer, forcing it inside. “That’s better. When are you going to learn it’s in your best interest to obey me? Now, suck on my thumb nice and slow. I need to feel your sweet pink tongue swirling around my thick digit.”

I wasn’t certain if the man was kidding, but I found myself obeying him almost instantly, allowing the nervousness of being in his hold to fade slowly away. He thrust in and out several times, furthering the filthy images I’d had more times than I could count about him and his sexy friends. They were arrogant bastards, but they’d not only seduced my mind with their callous and barbaric actions, they’d also enticed every inch of my body.

Including when we were arguing.

I felt the blush on my cheeks, the sense of embarrassment for being treated like a child something I wasn’t used to. I could only imagine what my father or sister would say if they saw me. Thank God, my father had felt well enough to go out with his buddies to play cards.

Even worse? I wanted to surrender and not just to the heat of the moment.

He continued plunging into my wet mouth, his eyes now hooded, every word dripping with extreme lust.

“That’s such a good girl,” he mused. The moment he adjusted me on his lap, I found myself swooning at the feel of his long, thick cock pressing against my jeans. I was suddenly lightheaded, stars floating in front of my eyes.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this, allowing him to take even a moment’s worth of control.

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