Page 25 of Claiming Ours
“With me on my knees.”Oh fuck.I almost swallowed my tongue. “And your fingers in my hair.” Damnit, I was seconds from coming in my jeans like a teenager. “Your dick in my mouth?—”
I couldn’t take another dirty word from her sweet lips. Bending forward, I captured her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue inside as I urged her backward until her spine pressed against the glass shower door. Her hands snuck between us, fingers fisting the sides of my shirt as I yanked at my belt, the clink of the metal echoing around the bathroom.
“Are you sure?” I asked, lips moving against hers, unable to fully pull away.
“Yes,” she rasped.
Hands on my shoulders, she pushed the soft flannel down my arms until it fell free, pooling at my feet. Her fingers tangled with mine as we worked the top button free of my jeans. When she started tugging at the zipper, I stopped her with a firm hold around both wrists in one hand and stretched her arms high above her head.
“I think that’s enough until we shed some of your clothes.”
A soft, dark chuckle escaped at her eager nod. Her hooded gaze slowly scanned my broad chest, no doubt taking in the various scars that littered my golden skin. A flash of hesitancy came and went, knowing she was so much younger, innocent and perfect. I was all hard muscles with scars that spoke to the tough and violent life I’d lived.
“Oh my goodness, you’re so hot,” Baylee rasped. Her gaze slid up to mine. “I’ll admit I’m nervous.”
“About?”
“Look at you,” she said, nodding to my bare chest. “You’re older, more experienced, sexy as sin, and then there’s me.”
“You mean perfect?”
“I’m not perfect, Liam.”
“True, no one is, but I’m sure you’re damn close. Now let me get back to unwrapping you like the gift you are.”
Releasing my hold on her wrists, I fisted the hem of her scrub top and worked it over her head. A desperate groan rattled in my chest at the sight of her small tits spilling from the top of a snug sports bra.
“I know it’s not fancy lingerie. I didn’t know?—”
“Damnit, Baylee,” I hissed, making her wince. I shook my head hard to cool my temper. “Will you stop talking aboutyourself that way, like you’re not living up to every fantasy of mine by just being you and allowing me to be here with you?”
Seconds ticked by with her simply staring up at me with wide eyes.
“Really?”
“Really what?”
“Me, like this, is enough?”
“Yes, sweet girl. Even if you have on granny panties”—her soft giggle took the hot edge off my temper—“haven’t shaved in weeks, or whatever else you think makes you not desirable to me. I’ll still be here feeling like I won the damn lottery that I’m the man here with you.”
There was no way I could’ve expected what she’d do next. It actually took me a second after her knees hit the tile floor to react.
“Baylee—”
“This is what I want.” She shook her head as she unzipped my jeans and worked them down my hips. “No. This is what Ineedright now. Please.” She stared up at me with a pleading expression on her petite face.
A firm tug on the stiff denim made my very hard and leaking cock pop free. Her tiny hand wrapped around me, making me hiss. With a smirk, she ran her tongue along her lips, wetting the plump skin, and then pressed a kiss to the crown, licking the precum dripping from the slit.
“I like that you go commando. Something I’ll be thinking about every time I see you from now on.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, head tossed back as I fought the urge to shift forward until I was buried in her throat.
“Soon,” she said while licking around my crown. Stars sparkled behind my lids as I worked to not come on her face. “But not today. We’ll work up to that.”
At her pause, I forced my lids open to gaze down. Damn, she was a glorious sight—on her knees with my dick in her hand, lips barely brushing against the sensitive skin.
“Okay?” she said softly.
