Page 37 of The Arrogant One
I pulled at the clasp of his belt, and once it was open, I unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper, stretching down his boxer briefs just enough to free his dick. With both hands, I surrounded his shaft and pumped him.
With his lips in front of mine, he groaned, “Wait until this is in you. That regret is really going to slice through.”
I believed him.
He reached behind his back, pulling out his wallet, where I knew—because of the last time we had been together—he kept a condom in one of the flaps. He removed the foil and tore off the corner with his teeth.
The movement sent me the warm, woodsy scent of his cologne. A smell more perfect than I remembered.
A scent that, I swore, had me panting as I rubbed my finger over his tip, urging the bead of pre-cum to bubble out.
I needed to know what he tasted like.
A desire so deep that as soon as I felt it, I wiped it off and brought it up to my mouth. And even though it was mostly dark, I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Waiting. His stare growing as I licked the small drip, tasting the burst of saltiness once it hit my tongue.
“The hottest fucking sight I’ve ever witnessed,” he growled.
There was no tone in this world that was as sexy as his.
As someone who listened to audiobooks, I was positive about that.
“That wasn’t for you,” I told him. “That was for me.”
He rolled the condom on and grabbed the side of my neck. “How did I taste? Enough to make you want to swallow a mouthful?”
“With pleasure.”
He let out a deep, gritty chuckle. “Keep this up, Sadie, and I’m going to fucking marry you.” He kissed me. Harder this time. With a roughness to his lips that told me just how much he wanted me.
Marry?
I didn’t know why, but his reply sent me toward an edge I hadn’t seen coming.
He released my face and lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist before he slowly slid my dress higher.
“You could have brought me anywhere. Why here?” I asked.
“I can’t do what I want to do to you in my car. You know that.”
I heard his smile based on his sound, and I felt it against my lips.
“I suppose we could have stayed in the ladies’ room, but werisked the chance of someone unlocking the door, and there was no way I’d put you in a position like that.”
“A position like what?”
“Anyone—even a woman—seeing you naked. Having them hear you moan. Or risk the chance of you feeling any kind of embarrassment. When I fuck you, it’s us. No one else.”
“Keep that up, Lockhart, and I’m going to marry you.”
“Then we understand each other.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “What I understand is, you’re going to fuck me so hard that I’m going to want privacy so no one hears me or sees me.” I straightened my back against the wall. “Prove it.”
Within a second—and I had no idea how—my panties were ripped off, literally shredded from my body, and he held them in front of me.
“You’re really making this a habit,” I said.
He put the lace up to his mouth and swiped the fabric under his nose. “I can’t help myself. Your pussy smells so fucking good, I want it to stay with me. Forever.”
