Page 9 of Gooey

Chapter 4

Moore

The sweetest taste of perfection swirls on my tongue as the pretty little thing in my arms kisses the breath straight from my lungs. Her skin is tortuously soft against mine, her body practically molding itself to me. Every sensible piece of me is screaming to push her away, but I can’t. I refuse to end this myself, she’ll need to do it.

The men around us are cheering like we’re the hottest, most entertaining thing they’ve seen in years—maybe we are. All I know is the fact that they can even see Winter like this, with me or not, makes me want to call the chopper and steal her away right this very second. I growl against her lips, tugging her as close as possible. If people are going to see us, they’re going to see me claiming her.

Winter whimpers into our kiss and my hands tighten around her hips. Her helpless sounds of lust taste just as honeyed as her lips. How the hell a man like me is making her this way, I have no idea. I’m not going to question it too hard, at least not while her slippery sweet tongue plunges deeper into my mouth.

As I kiss her back harder, she mewls and I feel it directly in my cock. My balls are heavy and achy, dick straining tightly against my zipper. I’m immediately wondering what her sinful mouth would feel like all over, but especially where I crave it most.

If I don’t stop this now, I’ll mess up and fuck her right here.

“Fuck, sugar,” I rasp, pulling back to look her in the face. When her eyelashes flutter open, her pupils are blown wide and her lids are heavy. There isn’t a hint of fear or disgust in her expression. She looks mesmerized.

“Where the hell did you come from?” I ask breathlessly, brushing some of that snow-white hair from her eyes. She leans into my palm, nuzzling her face there.

I want to know how in the world this precious creature ended up in my clutches. Especially since I’m not sure that I’ll be able to let her go now.

“I took a nap,” she responds, smiling wistfully. “In your bed, I hear.”

Not exactly what I was asking, but being reminded of how she looked snuggled into my bed hours ago has me too distracted to care. It took every ounce of will inside of me to leave her in that room. But I couldn’t stomach the thought of her waking up to my face and being scared. Or worse, looking disgusted by the memory of kissing me.

She looks far from disgusted now. In fact, she’s staring right at my mouth again.

“Was it comfortable? The bed?”

Pathetic question, but they’re the only words I can muster up. I haven’t felt so thrown off by a single person in… I can’t even remember if I have at all.

“It was,” she answers, bottom lip being tucked under her teeth as she looks me up and down. “It would have been more comfortable with you there.”

Her hands run teasingly slow up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. This girl has far too much power over me and there isn’t anything I can do about it. Hell, there isn’t anything I want to do about it. She can have me to do whatever she pleases.

“Yeah?” I murmur. Wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck, I use my thumb to tip her head back further. It’s not lost on me how fucking small she is—how easy it would be for me to pick her up and never put her down.

I don’t care how many eyes I can feel watching us. They better be watching, looking at my hands on Winter and knowing that I’ll cut theirs off if they try to do the same.

Winter’s eyes flicker to the side and she rolls her eyes at what she sees. “Yes, so we should get me a bowl of soup before Nancy tries to step in here. Feed it to me in bed?” Pouting, she wipes away her smile and begins to look tired. “My body is just so sore…”

Worry creeps in before she gives me a discreet smirk. She’s trying to get me alone. In bed.

I’m so fucking screwed.

“Yeah,” I husk. “Let’s get you some soup, sugar. Can you walk?”

Mischievously, she hums like she’s thinking about it. “I can try? Or…”

“You want me to carry you, baby?”

At her shy nod, I scoop her up. My forearm rests against the back of her thighs, easily lifting her from the ground. She tucks herself into my side, softly burying her face into my neck with a sigh.

I don’t look at anyone as I wordlessly grab her a steaming thermos of soup and walk the fuck out of the room. As soon as my boots pass into the hallway, I feel her lips move. She peppers gentle kisses all over my neck. They’re soft, not hungry, and full of desire. And still, my cock feels like it could break through my zipper.

“You’re just a loving little thing, aren’t you, sugar?” The question is quiet enough to be private even though no one is around to hear.

“Just for you,” she whispers in return. “Do you like it?”

Winter follows her inquiry by sucking ever so gently against the side of my throat. My head swims with dizziness at the intensity of her action. She’s going to fucking ruin me right here in this hallway.

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