Page 16 of Never Yours

“You’re the one that insists on calling me princess. Which, by the way, feels a little condescending.”

“And here I thought it was endearing.” I give her a taste of her own medicine and rub the length of my cock against her now-wet panties. She grasps the sheets and arches her back, making it that much harder for me to keep control. “Would you say last night was a date?”

“I guess? Why?” she manages, her breath already broken and ragged.

“I was promised that I would get to kiss you goodnight.” I lean in until our lips are nearly touching, noses brushing, and add, “Anywhere you’ll let me.”

“It’s morning,” she whispers.

“Does that mean I get breakfast before we have brunch?”

“Brunch!” she shrieks, startling me. “Shit, we’re supposed to have brunch with your dad and Cass!”

My face falls to the crook of her neck as I laugh. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”

“What do you… Oh! Yeah. I didn’t pick up on that little breakfast joke. It was a good one, too!”

Unable to tear my lips from her neck, I murmur against her skin, “With what you read? I figured you’d be quicker to pick up on it.” I’m fucking addicted to the taste of her.

Sliding my hand up her side until I reach her full breast, I tease her taut nipple with my thumb as I suck harder on her neck, enough to leave a dark red mark. She moans at my touch and, fuck, it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Not only do I want to make up for our shitty one night together, I want to selfishly ruin her for any other man. This won’t be three weeks, I want to keep her, always.

“What do you want, Ingrid?” I purr, desperate for her to let me taste every last inch of her.

“I… I don’t know,” she answers honestly. I pull back, but she cups my neck and tugs me closer until my lips are back on her. “You can keep doing that, though.”

I chuckle and tug back a second time, gripping her wrist and pinning it above her head before she can pull me down again. I know it’s my ego that I should’ve left at the door, but I want her to come… right fucking now. I need to know what it feels like to have her riding my face or her pussy clenching around my fingers as I taste her. I was a selfish prick when we were younger, and it wasn’t until a year or so later that I realized she didn’t actually come, it was all a show. This time, I want all of her. No performance.

“My third rule was that you’ll never fake anything with me. Fuck, I want to touch you, but I need to know that you’ll tell me to stop if something’s too much or not enough.”

She chews on her lip and whispers, “Okay.”

“Okay isn’t good enough,” I insist, nearly calling her princess. She’s right, she isn’t one—she’s a damn goddess. My jaw tics at the thought of anything mediocre with her.

“Yes.” Ingrid draws her lips into her mouth, smothering her smile. I can’t help myself and close the distance, kissing her as if it’s our last. It’s raw and a little frenzied, as if both of us were holding out for this moment for years. Her fingers sink into my back, pulling me closer, and no matter how good it feels, I force back any thoughts of sinking myself inside her this morning.

Trailing kisses down her neck, I land on the small mark I left, grazing my teeth against it. Her gasps and moans become louder as she tangles her fingers in my hair, guiding me lower. While she won’t tell me what she wants, I love that she’s showing me. Lifting up her shirt, I kiss her soft stomach, making her hips buck once. I grip them tightly, holding her in place, and groan, “I’ve waited years to make up for that night. You’re going to let me enjoy myself.”

“Okay,” she whimpers.

I slide my hand up her shirt and cup her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her yelp. “I thought I said okay isn’t good enough?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Again.”

Fuck, she listens so fucking beautifully.

I pinch harder this time, and she lets out a delicious moan, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. I missed this last time, but I sure as fuck won’t again. She’s so fucking perfect when she’s relaxed like this, but I need more. Lifting her shirt higher, I move back up her body, peppering kisses until my lips seal around one of her nipples, swirling my tongue twice, then sucking hard. As I pull back a little, I keep it between my teeth, making her grip the sheets tighter beneath us.

“Doing okay?” I tease, moving to the other side.

“Yeah,” she pants as I continue my torture. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I pull down an inch, but she grabs both of my wrists. “We don’t have to do this. I need a shower and”—I pull down another inch—“I’m due for a wax.”

“The city boys you’ve been with may care, but I sure as fuck don’t.” I sit back on my heels, admiring the goddess lying before me. My voice softer, I insist, “Tell me to stop, and I will, or I’m not going to until you come for me.” I tear the fabric and toss it to the ground. Her hands fly to her face in embarrassment, but I pull them away and kiss the inside of one of her palms. While she hasn’t told me what was true or not from the news articles, if there’s the smallest chance she was taken advantage of, I refuse to have her ever feel that way about me. “You’re in control here, not me. This can end right now and nothing will change.” I place her palm on my chest above my heart. “I’d happily stay every night with you for the next decade and never touch you, if that’s what you wanted.”

Ingrid lifts onto her elbows. “What if you can’t make me come? And you spend an hour doing the Lord’s work down there, for nothing? We miss brunch, it becomes highly suspicious that we’re both missing. Oh, and I’m pretty sure you left a giant hickey on my neck. Cass will see, she’ll start wedding planning, and—” I kiss her, stopping her spiral of hypotheticals. “What if, Cay?”

“What if we make our own rules, our own bucket list? Who cares what my sister or Pop thinks? Who cares what the media thinks?” I grab my phone from the bedside table and set a timer for three minutes. “You're worried about timing? When I wanted to become a SEAL, I was tested to see how long I could hold my breath. I needed to last two to three minutes underwater. Even though I failed one of the other tests, I lasted the full three.” I hover my thumb over the ‘start’ button. “Give me three minutes to try.”

“Are you su?—”

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