Page 55 of The Chief
I should leave her alone. Physical exhaustion paired with the mental load she carried meant she needed to rest. It was late—or early, depending on how you looked at it—but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I needed to feel her body beneath mine.
Climbing out of the bed, I scooped her into my arms, noting the way she didn’t twitch. Didn’t flinch. She slept deeply, and I looked forward to waking her with my cock between her legs—but not before I spoke to her first. Bringing her back to the bed, I settled her into the warm spot I left behind, jostling her as I slid in beside her.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a sleepy tone, eyes flickering open.
“I want to erase all the bad shit that happened to you in this room.”
She frowned, a little more alert now. Rubbing at her face, she said, “I’ve had years of therapy. What makes you think you can do or say anything to erase my past?”
“I want to give you that orgasm I promised you. Then fuck you nice and slow. Rewrite your history and replace it with something good. Will you let me make you feel good?”
She made a soft humming noise in the back of her throat, her eyes settling on me with an intensity that was slightly disconcerting.
“Take off your clothes, baby.” I hoped to God that the phrase wasn’t a trigger for her, not after finding out about her past.
But she complied eagerly, undoing the button and zipper on her jeans and shimmying out of them. When her thumbs hooked into her panties, I shook my head.
“Leave them on.”
She gave me a puzzled look but sat up to remove her sweater and bra. Once she’d laid back down, I took in my fill of her body. She looked so fragile, but she was so much stronger than she appeared. I liked the duplicity. Pretending one thing, but really being another. A lot like me.
Reaching out, I cupped one of her breasts, rubbing my thumb over her nipple until it peaked before switching to the other.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” I rumbled.
She arched into my touch, filling my hand, and letting out a breathy moan. “You’re the only man who’s been able to make me come.”
My eyes found hers. “What do you mean?”
“I fake it.”
I frowned in confusion. “But I made you come in the back of the Rover.”
“Nope. All fake.”
My scowl deepened. “But I felt you come on my dick.”
“One word,” she said. “Kegels.”
Well, that was a hit to my ego. I always prided myself on making a woman come. “But you definitely came when you…” She’d not just come, she’d squirted all fucking over me.
Her cheeks flushed with color. “It was the first time it ever happened.”
“And the squirting?”
She blushed deeper. “Also a first.”
Fuck me. I wanted to pound on my chest like a fucking cave man. Grinning down at her, I said, “Well then. Get ready to fucking soak these sheets when I slide my dick into you.”
Now that I knew I was the only one that had made her orgasm through sex, I shifted between her thighs and stared at the panel of her panties. They were already soaked, a slightly darker shade of pink than the blush fabric. The outline of her bare pussy lips was clear, and as I stretched the fabric up to pull it tight against her slit, I could see the outline of her clit too.
Leaning forward, I dropped my nose to her cunt and inhaled.
“Keir, what are you doing?” Molly whined, fisting my hair and trying to drag me away.
“I’m smelling you, baby.”
“God, why?”
