Page 5 of Under the Influence
The blush runs all the way down to the vee in her dress, revealing just a hint of her amazing tits. Nipples I need to have in between my teeth so fuckingbad.
“I should never have donethat.”
I’ve replayed that image over and over in my head. Pink dress bunched around her waist as I tasted her sweet pussy. Back arching up to meet my mouth with every lick. Fingernails almost scalping me from pulling my hair so hard. Little white thong, as innocent as her, still dangling from her dainty ankle when I lifted her foot over my shoulder to suck in her throbbing clit. “It was fucking magnificent. God, I fucking love watching you getoff.”
Her hip juts out to the side, and her furious gaze bores into me. Almost immobile from my fabric handcuffs and unyielding grip, yet she still has the balls to sass me with that insolent attitude I love. “Well, I hope your memory is good because you won’t ever see me nakedagain.”
“Oh, I think I will.” I wink. Answering her challenge. Because I always fucking win. “Maybe eventonight.”
I crouch down and scoop her up, circling my arm around her thighs. Fuck me if the skin under my fingertips is even softer than Iremember.
She really would smack me this time if her hands were free and she wasn’t dangling over my shoulder. Perfect for me to caress her pert ass. God damn she’s sexy. Struggling against me, her glorious tits rub into my back. I give her butt a spank. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her pussy wet. My girl likes itrough.
Giving back as much as she gets, she pounds on my calves with her bundled fists. Digging her short nails into my pants when her beating doesn’t work. “Put medown!”
“Nope.” I stride toward the door. Intent on taking her home and convincing her to give me another chance. Either with my words or my cock. Doesn’t matter as long as sheagrees.
“Please?” She falls limp. Her body flopping against me, and I cringe at her pitiful tone. “I feelsick.”
Fuck, I’m a stupid, selfish bastard. I slowly slide her down and flip her over. Cradling her against my chest. Unable to stop myself from kissing her forehead with her delicate head cuddled on my shoulder. “Are youokay?”
She doesn’t open her eyes. Or gag from my lips on her skin. Just nods. Forgiving my severity with her, if not myabsurdity.
I drop down to the sofa by the wet bar. Holding her tight so she doesn’t flail against me. Treating her with a tenderness reserved only for her. Even though I’m the asshole who caused her distress. Physically and mentally. “Books?”
Her eyes blink open, and she gives me a sad smile as she nods. “Too much champagne Iguess.”
This time she flinches when I touch her. Cupping her cheek, pulsing and red under my palm. Finally too much, I guess. Too close. Too intimate. Too many memories flooding both ourheads.
Instead of arguing, I release her wrists. Caressing over the ivory skin to ensure her circulation returns. Rare guilt courses through me while I wait for her to try and push off of me. Not wanting to fight. But I'm sure as hell not letting her goeither.
Fuck me harder. She stays. Rather than try to run, she remains curled on my lap. Not much of a reassurance but all I’ve got to latch onto. So, I’m going all in. “Give me anotherchance.”
Yeah, I sound like a fucking pussy ass bitch but I don’t give a damn. It’s just her and me right now. The only person I’d ever bare my weakness to. But my effort fails. Her head shakes immediately, and she stares at her hands fidgeting in her lap, twisting the opal birthstone ring her grandmother gave her around and around. The iridescent gem as fiery and brilliant as her. Unwilling to meet my eyes. Narrow shoulders slumping with weariness. “I’m with Leighton now. He’s who I want to bewith.”
Unadulterated jealousy roars through my muscles from that motherfucker’s name, and I clutch her tighter. Both incorrect assertions on her part. Although no need for debate. The decision’s been made. “You’re breaking up withhim.”
“No.” My declaration whips up the fury again and her outrage returns. Poking her red-tipped index finger into my pounding chest. That I would fucking love to suck into my mouth. Among many other parts of her delicious body. “I...am...not.”
Slow and deliberate, she enunciates each word to make sure my thick, dense brain can comprehend her assertion. I respond in kind. No ambiguity in my toneeither.
“Then...I...will...kill...him.”
Probably not, but you never know. The only man I hate more than myself is that dumb bastard for being smart enough to swoop in and douse the flames when she crashed and burned. Seizing the opportunity to wipe away the ashes to the ravished beauty underneath and claim her for himself. Just one antagonizing word or impertinent look is all it would take for me to pop a bullet in his idiotic, spiky hairedhead.
“Youwouldn’t.”
Fear seeps through her whisper. She knows exactly who I am and what I do. Somehow she loved me enough to accept the danger. To see beyond the savagery when we were together. Trusted in me not to let that part of my life ever touch her. At least she used toanyway.
I don’t respond. I don’t have to. We both know I would. Although I have absolutely zero doubt she would never forgiveme.
Panic pales her beautiful face, and she shoves off my lap. Jerking away from my fingers tangling in the back of her dress. Snagging the silk in her angry spin to face me. Keeping me from touching her. “Why are you doing this? You dumped me." A trembling hand taps her chest, emphasizing the damaged heart underneath. "You didn’t want me then and nothing’s changed. You’ll just dump me again when you get tired ofme.”
I need to fix that misconception right now. I hop up too, invading her space. Our bodies brushing against each other with her irritated, heaving breaths. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve always wantedyou.”
Pain flashes in her dimmed eyes because she thinks I only mean sex. Which of course I'm harder than fuck to be this close to her. To touch her cashmere skin. To smell her intoxicating perfume. But I miss so much more than just her body. "I didn't realize what I needed. Untilnow."
“You’ll never grow up. You’re immature and selfish and conceited. The only person you care about isyourself.”
