Page 68 of For Wrath and Redemption
When I’m close enough, I put my arms on the pool’s edge on either side of her, caging her in. We can touch the bottom here, so I tower over her. Again, she doesn’t push me away. Again, excitement threatens to overrule my good sense.
“I like when you’re mad at me,” I whisper between us.
“Yeah?”
I watch a water droplet slide to her lips, tracing the seam. I want to lick it off.
“Mmm. I like when you sass. I like when you challenge me.”
She lets out a breathy laugh. “Why’s that?”
“It’s sexy. Turns me on. But I fucking hate it, too.”
“Why?”
I take her sunglasses off and set them on the pool deck, then rub my thumb over her lower lip, smearing the water droplet like lip gloss. Like cum.
“Because it just makes me want you more.”
Her slow exhale is shaky. It tickles my lips and nose. I want to put my mouth on hers and breathe her breath. I want to swallow her.
Her eyes drop to my lips. My hard dick strains against the soaking wet fabric of my boxer briefs. My plan was to play it cool, but my plan was incinerated by one heated look from the little pain in my ass in front of me.
“Let me kiss you. Put me out of my fucking misery.”
“It’s a bad idea.”
I smirk, then move to grip her throat. I stare at the way my fingers wrap so perfectly around it. Trachea. Carotid arteries. Jugular. All right here in the palm of my hand. I slide down to her collarbone and apply pressure. Not a lot. Just enough to test her. To give the illusion of being pinned. Her eyelashes flutter, and her white teeth sink into her pillowy, pink lower lip.
Fuck me, she’s fucking perfect.
Of all the women I’ve met, why does this one have to be the one who fucks with me? Why here? Why now?
Supreme temptation. It’s my punishment.
Claire Davis could be my penance, but I’ll be damned if I admit my sins out loud. They’re mine and mine alone to contend with.
No atonement, then. Just pain.
“I disagree,” I say, my voice rough and desperate. “I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.” I run my nose over hers, our lips centimeters from touching. “Let me kiss you, Claire. Let me have you. I swear I’ll?—”
Her mouth presses against mine and opens immediately. I groan and palm the back of her head, sliding my other hand to her ass. I hold her against me as I coax her to wrap her legs around my waist. She gasps when I press my hard cock against her hot pussy.
“See? You see what you do to me, Trouble?” She starts to rub on me. The sensation makes starbursts appear on the backs of my eyelids. “Fuck, you make me fucking crazy.”
When she moves her tiny, delicate hand to my neck, I picture it splayed over my tattoo. Holding that heart in her palm.Myheart.
It’s too much. Any more, and I’m going to fuck her in this pool. I pull away.
“You have three minutes to get to the suite before I come after you. Ifyou’ve changed your mind by the time I catch up, we’ll go back to how we were before. But if you haven’t...” I put more distance between us. “If you want this, I’m going to fuck you.”
She stares at me. Her chest heaves up and down with her labored breathing. My eyes drop to watch her cleavage strain against the swimsuit, imagining exactly what I know is underneath.
I nod to the door of the roof.
“Clock’s ticking, Trouble.”
She gasps, and then she moves. I close my eyes so I don’t stare at her wet body. That black suit suctioned to her skin. Nipples visible through the thin fabric. Ass cheeks peeking from the bottom. I grab my cock and squeeze to relieve some pressure.
