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Too desperately.
“We’ll talk,” I say, just because it’s what she wants to hear. I drop my bag and start toward her, stalking her to the couch. “Later.”
“Later,” she echoes, then my mouth is back on hers. I swallow her whimpers, my arm going around her to hold her close to me as I drown in her taste and scent. Lose myself in the soft feel of her body and how perfectly she fits against me. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pushes her tits against me, rubbing the peaking buds against my chest.
Mine!
Fuck, I can taste her innocence in the kiss. The eagerness of someone getting a taste of pleasure, and it’s a fucking turn on. I want…no, I need to be inside of her, with my hard dick buried in that tight hole, those sexy legs wrapped around me as I hammer myself into her.
“Fuck!” I growl, pushing her gently onto the couch and following her down. This time, my mouth lands on the smooth curve of her throat, inhaling her scent and licking at her silky smooth as my hands move down and over her tits. She moans, her fingers sliding into my hair as I kiss my way down her throat. “Need to taste you, angel,” I groan hoarsely, sliding my free hand behind her to lower her zipper. My breath is ragged as I tug down the sleeves of her dress, along with her bra. Blood roars in my ears, and my eyes fire up when her nipples pop free, the soft, beaded pink against the pale of her skin.
Christ, how can someone be this perfect?
I want her, I’m desperate with it. So desperate that I hardly give myself a second to take her in before my mouth closes over a stiff bud and sucks hungrily at the peak. She cries out, her back arching on the couch as I flick the bead with my tongue, losing myself in her flavor.
“Daddy,” she sobs when I release the bead with an obscene, wet pop before moving to her other tit, licking andsucking at the pink bud until she’s writhing helplessly under me. “Oh, God!”
“That’s right,” I growl, yanking her dress down as my mouth moves lower. “Tell me what you want, angel.”
“I don’t know,” she whimpers, her body jerking when I trail my tongue over her stomach, moving lower. “More, Daddy…touch me.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice, not when I want that just as much as she does. I rip the dress the rest of the way down, my eyes hungrily seeking the heaven I’ve only allowed myself to touch before. Now there’s only the soft material of her panties standing between me and her sex. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” I grind out, biting at the waistband of her panties and tugging it down with my teeth. Desire claws at my throat when I catch her sweet scent, making my cock throbbing fiercely with need for her. “I wanted you the second I saw you, before I even recognized who you were.”
“Y-you did?”
“It wasn’t ideal,” I say, using my hands to tug her panties the rest of the way down. “Not the place, nor the situation.” She flushes and shyly tries to close her legs when I nudge them apart, but I don’t let her, my grip tightening as my eyes lock on her glistening sex, wet with arousal. She cries out when I rub my thumb over her folds, parting her feminine lips to reveal her pink heaven. “There I was, concerned over the state of my patient, but then you walked in, and everything else faded. The person who didn’t need my help is the one I couldn’t look away from.” Her back arches with another cry when I slide my thumb over her wet valley and strum her clit in slow circles. I don’t imagine her brain is registering any of the words I’m saying, but I find that I can’t hold them back. “You are the only personwhose presence has ever distracted me from my work, and I’m going to drive you as crazy as you drive me.”
She whines when I pull my hand away, trembling viciously when I replace it with my tongue. “Oh, God!” she sobs, tunneling her fingers into my hair and gripping hard when I start licking at her sex. A growl locks in my chest when her flavor floods my tongue, and heaven above, she ought to be outlawed. Anything capable of robbing a man of his senses and control ought to be forbidden. Nothing else in this moment matters anymore. All my senses tune into her.
She’s everything.
“Mine!” I growl, sawing my tongue up and down her sex, lapping at her arousal and committing her taste to memory. Fuck, I’ll need it for later when I’m jerking off in my apartment and thinking about her sugar sweet juices coating my beard. I’ll work my cock to the memory of her intoxicating scent and the pleasured cries escaping her lips. Heck, I’ll probably dream of this too, wake up in the dead of night wishing I could bury my face between her thighs and lose myself in her forever.
“Daddy… Oh!” she cries, her fingers digging into my scalp, pulling me closer to her sex. The need to see her come apart sets in, and I tease her swelling bud with the tip of my tongue, causing her hips to lift off the couch. Her pussy starts to spasm around my eager tongue and her breathing grows choppy. “Daddy…I feel…I…”
“I can make you feel more, angel,” I promise, my hand sliding up her body and pinching a bud before locking my lips around her clit with gentle suction. Her body seizes beneath me and her mouth parts on a scream as rough tremors take over. I add my thumb to the mix, stroking her clit as I lap at her creamy juices while she comes apart. With my tongue on her, tastingand inhaling her, I do all I can to memorize every inch of her. Drinking in every hoarse little sound she makes and every slight tremor of her body. I take it all.Mine. I’m the man responsible for her first orgasm, and I’ll be responsible for each one from now on.
So I take everything, give her everything until she’s wrecked and trembling, and with a last lick at her sex, I push back to look at her.
For a second, I forget my own need. The harsh throbbing of my cock is nothing but a distant thought at the sight of the angel lying on the couch with those beautiful eyes dazed and her cheeks flushed prettily. My eyes trail down her naked body to the love bites I don’t remember leaving on the milky skin.
Mine.
The thought is so possessive, so feral, that I realize I’m gone beyond what someone like Cara can handle. If I choose to take her, I will not be gentle, nor will I be kind.
And it’s this thought that has me pulling away slowly. I’m aching, but I don’t trust myself not to take, not to hurt her in my eagerness to possess her. I’ve held myself in check until this moment. I can wait…
I can’t stay.
Chapter Five
Cara
He’s doing it again, pulling back and raising a wall between us.
He always does this after we share a moment together. Granted, we haven’t done anything like we just did today, so I didn’t expect him to pull back after rocking my world the way he just did, and yet, it’s happening again.
That stony look on his face and his blank eyes only work to sour the moment we just shared, and I want to rage, to raise my voice in frustration, but instead, I simply gather my dress to my chest—at least what’s left of it—and climb to my feet as he stands.
