Page 56 of The Misfit

She trails off as another drop of water slides down my chest. I feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with being nearly naked.

“We … We shouldn’t …” I say, gulping, but I move closer anyway. “It’s…”

She nods like she understands, but her eyes are fixed on my mouth.

One more step and we’ll be touching.

Two ragged breaths between us.

Three seconds before everything changes.

“Lee?” Her voice is barely a whisper. A brush of air against my lips.

“Yeah?”

“You’re dripping on my shoes.”

There’s so much open need, so much fucking desire in her voice. The tension snaps.

“Fuck it,” I growl against her sweet, full mouth, then sweep in to take it.

She tastes clean and sweet, like a peppermint candy. I reach up to wrap my fingers around her throat to drag her hard into me. She stumbles but catches herself against my chest, her nitrile gloves roving up onto my shoulders as if she needs an anchor. I like that idea … being her anchor.

When I pull away, she sways again, her eyes closed, her face lax and dreamy.

“Look at me, Pantry Girl. I want to see your eyes.”

She opens them slowly, batting her long lashes, then looks up at me.

“I want to see you come apart. Let me make you come.”

For a second, I think she’ll turn me down and run away, but then slowly, so slowly, she nods once. That’s all I fucking need.

I reach down and scoop her up by the ass, take her into the bedroom, and thank all the fucking gods in heaven the housekeeper just changed my sheets and made the bed. If she’s going to let me do this, I don’t want something like unclean sheets to pull her out of the moment.

My erection tents my towel, and I take a fraction of a second to squeeze the soft round globes of her ass in my hands. Then I sigh and slide her down my body so her feet touch the floor, loving the way her eyes widen as she feels my dick against her belly.

She looks down, then back up at my face, and I don’t like what I see in her eyes. Questions that I don’t have answers to.

I give her a tiny shove until she falls onto the end of the bed, then lift her by the waist and deposit her a little higher. “As much as I love your eyes on my cock, what I want more than anything is to taste your sweet pussy.”

Her throat bobs, and I watch her fingers curl into the coverlet. The skin along her neck and cheeks flushes pink, almost like she’s embarrassed. Fuck, she’s so pretty with her pupils blown wide, desire and need flowing out of her.

I’m barely restraining myself at this point.

“I need to taste you. I can’t wait another second …” I drop to my knees, grab her thighs, and haul her toward me so her knees frame my shoulders.

If I were a better person, I’d have asked and waited for her reply, but if I don’t taste that sweet honey on my tongue right now, I might lose my fucking mind. Never mind that she doesn’t make a single move to stop me. Not when I pop the button of her jeans, pull the zipper down, or even as I peel the denim off her legs.

All she does is watch me, staring like she’s hypnotized. Her chest starts to rise and fall rapidly, her breath coming out in pants. Yeah, she’s turned on and wants me, but in the back of my mind, I know she’ll never forgive me if I do something she isn’t willing to accept. So I need to watch her closely. Her eyes are all heat, and she keeps licking her lips like she’s ready to take a bite out of me.

Patience. There is plenty of time for that.

I peer down at her little white panties, and they stare back, taunting me.Fuck.I want to rip them off with my teeth, but I don’t want to scare her.

Ah, hell. What’s it matter? I’m going to hell anyway. Leaning forward on my knees, I shove her thighs wide and bury my face against her mound. Her entire body shudders, and I inhale her sweet musky scent.

Mine. She is mine.

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