Page 59 of Sweet Thing

“You weren’t supposed to listen.”

“And you weren’t supposed to be thinking of me while you touched yourself.” Point to me.

Adeline Kershaw, Debate Champion, Senior Year, come on down.

“This can’t happen.” His palm curled around the back of my neck, in direct contradiction to his words.

“Doesn’t seem fair.” I placed my hand over his and pulled his palm to my lips, where I applied a kiss to his warm, rough skin. “You get to come. And I get shown the door.”

I flicked my tongue over his thumb, watching and listening with satisfaction as his breath caught. Little kitten licks.So bold, so naughty. Could I go further? Should I?

I didn’t need to. The leash on his self-control finally snapped.

“Christ, Adeline.”

Holding my face, he dropped his lips to mine, covering my mouth forcefully. Nothing gentle about it, just pure, white-hot need. His beard scratched against my chin, the sensation sending shivers through me. I gasped and that parting of lips gave him the access he needed. He licked into my mouth, and I clutched at his upper arms to stay upright, even though I was lying down.

I felt him hard against my belly, then harder still as his hand cupped my ass and cleaved me close. I moved my leg around his thigh, cradling his body, drawing him closer to my aching core. The kiss streaked through me, lighting every neural pathway, setting my blood aflame. It was thunder and lightning and a storm of desire that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams.

He groaned. Pistoned his hips. Thrust his erection, barely contained in boxer briefs, against my pussy. Embarrassing dampness flooded my panties, the heat of him driving me higher. His mouth continued to devour. I couldn’t help my moan.

He stopped and drew back, hand still on my ass, the other holding my head still. In the half-light, he looked stunned. Incredulous.

“This. Can’t. Happen.”

The words fell like blows. After a kiss like that, how could he even think them never mind give them voice? Deep down, I knew there were all sorts of reasons why this shouldn’t happen, but none seemed to take precedence over the one that pounded in my brain.

You don’t do it for him.

Here I was throwing myself at him. Trying to seduce him, as if I knew what the hell I was doing. The guy was wrecked after the week from hell, forced to live with a stranger, and I was taking advantage. So he said my name while he came—big deal! He clearly wasn’t interested in me as anything more than a convenient stand-in for a jerk-off.

I slipped his possessive grasp—or tried to. His hand was still clamped on my ass, his hardness imprinting on me, ensuring I would be useless for any other cock.

“Y-you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Adeline,” he rasped. “This isn’t personal.”

Of course it was. He was rejecting me because of who I was. Nothing more personal than that.

“You should go.”

Still, he stayed, leaning his forehead against mine for a long moment, that was both lovely and excruciating. Finally, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

He slipped out of the bed like a thief and with one last check on Mabel, left the room. I lay back against the pillow, my forearm over my eyes. At least no more bad dreams would haunt me tonight.

You would have to fall asleep for that.

ChapterSixteen

Adeline

My alarm went offand I lay there for a couple of minutes, willing myself awake. I had finally fallen into a fitful sleep around 5 a.m. The crib was empty, which meant Lars had come in while I slept.

Memory of the nightmare came rushing back. I could still smell the alcohol, the tobacco, the sweat, all mixed with the bougainvillea and sea air, but it seemed more muted now. Overlaying it was the feeling of strong arms, a warm-as-whiskey chuckle, and a deep-timbred voice soothing me through my distress. How sweet he was to stay and talk me through it.

Until I embarrassed myself by throwing myself at him.

I groaned, torn between pleasure at that kiss, the feel of him against my body, the taste of him filling my senses, and the humiliation of rejection.

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