Page 52 of Kiss of Deceit
When I followed her home, I had absolutely no intention of thinking with my dick tonight. But if sex helped her forget the demons she was fighting, then let her fucking use me.
“No questions,” I agreed. Did I hope she’d open up at some point about her past?Yes. For now, I wouldn’t push it until she was ready. “My mouth will be busy anyway.”
I backed her up until she hit the edge of the counter. Dropping my head, I trailed my lips gently across her jaw. I kept kissing her, inhaling her addicting scent. I reached for the button on her jeans, slowly undoing it to give her time to stop me. She didn’t move a muscle, her eyes staying on mine as I pulled her zipper down. She grabbed the waistband and shimmied out of them before I could pull them down. My gaze dropped when she kicked them off, revealing black panties. She quickly pulled those off too, and my dick strained against my jeans from the sight of her naked body. She was stunning.
I sank to my knees, grasping her hips to keep her in place. I was eye level with the scar on her stomach, and from how she froze, she instantly realized it. My gaze swept across her bare skin, rage licking up my spine when I noticed several smaller areas of marred skin. This was no fucking accident. Someone hadhurther.
“Don’t,” she murmured, warning thick in her voice. “One word and I’m leaving.”
I exhaled slowly, reining in my anger, knowing if she walked away now, she’d never open up to me again. “I told you I wouldn’t ask.” I kissed her lower stomach. “You are fucking beautiful.”
Her hand tangled in my hair a second before she tightened her grip and yanked my head back until my eyes met hers as she stared down at me.
“I’m not ashamed of my scars,” she informed me, her voice strong. “It’s a reminder of what I survived. Idon’tlike revealing them because of the reactions I receive. The looks of pity. The tiptoeing around me. The questions I don’t want to answer.But physically? I embrace it. Because every time I see them, I promise myself that I’ll never allow someone to hurt me again.”
The power in her words made my lips quirk into a grin, even as she pulled my hair harder. I’d been right about her the moment she first stepped into my bar. She wasn’t the quiet, shy woman she portrayed herself as.
“Now, I want you to fuck me,” she demanded, releasing my hair. “The way you just touched me was nothing like last time. I don’t need to be coddled. I don’t want soft or gentle. I want you to kiss me like you did in your bar pantry.”
My grip on her thighs tightened. “I didn’t just kiss you in the pantry. I’m starving, Dani. Can I eat my favorite meal?”
She choked out a husky laugh. “You’ve only had that meal once.”
“And I’ve been fucking obsessed ever since.” I kissed the soft skin on her thigh, letting out a groan. “Hold onto the counter.”
From the way her eyes flicked to me with defiance swimming in them, she didn’t like being told what to do. Yet, a moment later, her fingers curled around the edge of the counter. I trailed my gaze down her body, my eyes stopping briefly on her scars. Hesitation slid through me, and I went still.
“I’m not asking a question,” I said gruffly, tilting my head back to look at her. “I’m stating a fact—someone hurt you. It’s why you’re so closed-off. Why you hate people in your personal space. As much as I want to bury my head between your thighs and hold you in place until you’re screaming my name, Ineedto know you’re okay with it.”
When the shock faded from her face, she shook her head, letting out a small laugh. “Nothing you do will upset me. I’m not scared of you, Kole. Believe me when I say, I could get you on your ass if I wanted.”
I held her stare a few moments longer. From our previous encounters, it was clear she’d had some kind of training. Shecould fight and knew how to handle knives. If I had to guess, she was knowledgeable about guns too. But to overpower someone my size? I had my doubts. Though, she didn’t have to worry about that tonight. I wasn’t a threat to her.
“Make me scream your name,” she challenged, grabbing the counter with both hands again. Her next words were quieter. “Make me forget.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
kole
My heart dipped slightlyat the masked pain in her voice. Whatever happened at my bar was still on her mind. For now. I had every intention to do exactly what she wanted—to make her forget.
I grabbed her leg, hooking her thigh over my shoulder as I sank lower. She continued to grasp the edge of the counter as I held onto her to keep her steady. I kissed the inside of her leg, trailing my tongue closer to her pussy. Her sweet scent hit my nostrils, and just like when we were in the pantry, I lost all fucking control. The way I’d been dreaming of tasting her again was borderline obsessive.
Keeping hold of her thigh, I grabbed her hip with my free hand to keep her where I wanted as I brushed my tongue lightly over her pussy. Her sharp intake of breath only spurred me on. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked lightly. She jerked in my hold, her hand tangling in my hair.
“Yes,” she breathed out, rocking her hips as much as she could against my tight grip.
I licked and sucked, relishing in her taste as I tried different paces and motions until I found the perfect rhythm that hadher bucking against me. The one leg she was standing on began trembling, and I released her hip, slipping my arm under her thigh.
Her protest cut to a cry of surprise when I stood up, taking her with me. My hold on her thighs stayed firm as I carried her across the room and laid her on the kitchen island.
Goosebumps appeared on her skin from the cool granite, and she tensed for a moment, her arms twitching as if she was about to wrap them over her stomach. Before she had time to get in her head, I tugged her down until her ass was nearly hanging off.
Crouching down, I buried my face between her thighs again, starting where I’d left off. This time, I slipped a finger inside her, slowly pumping it in and out as I kept my tongue on her clit. Her palms slapped the countertop, a sexy moan leaving her lips.
My cock was rock hard, the erection almost painful. The obsession I had for this woman was something I’dneverfucking had for anyone. It was a problem how much I thought about her. And it wasn’t just sex. I wanted to learn everything about her.
When her body stilled, and her thighs squeezed my head, I slowed my assault on her clit, making her mumble a curse. I wanted to drag this out as long as possible since I had no idea if she’d want anything to do with me after this. She’d made it clear she was using me to clear her own mind, which I had no issue with. But I sure as fuck didn’t want this to be a one-time thing.
