Page 103 of Sparks Fly
I want her all to myself.
There’s no way I am letting anyone else having her.
Especially not my son.
Anaïs
He lifts me effortlessly and drops me to the bed, a stupid smirk on my face as he leans over me.
“Tell me you didn’t say yes. Tell me you didn’t take him back.” He lowers his lips to mine but not close enough for me to kiss him.
“Would it matter?” I whisper, my breath catching at the back of my throat.
He thinks over my question for a moment, his eyes alight with me.
“Not one fucking bit.” He growls, kissing me.
It’s raw, erotic, passionate. I grab around the back of his neck and hold him against my lips, letting his tongue invade my mouth. Large hands are either side of my head and I’m desperate to have them on my body, trailing my skin, exploring every inch of me.
He breaks away and I can see him fighting with his thoughts.
“Don’t,” I whisper, fear clawing at my throat.
His green eyes are on mine, and all doubt slips away as his hand skims down the side of my body, hitching under the hem of my dress. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drags it up my body. His greedy eyes watch the journey of his hand, watching as my skin is exposed under his fingers.
“Fuck.” He drags in a breath, his sights between my legs and I burn under his touch.
His mouth is on mine, fingers digging into my skin and I know he is going to leave a mark. At this moment in time, I don’t care.
He moves slightly forward, knocking my legs wider as he settles between them. His lips drag down my neck, barely gliding his tongue along my pulse line and the little tremors tease my lower stomach.
I writhe beneath him, needy and desperate. My fingers lock in his hair as he presses his kisses over my breast, biting the hem of my dress and exposing me.
The guttural moan that vibrates in his throat drives me crazy and it’s all I want to hear.
A knock on the door has him pausing for a moment, his lips hovering over my skin. My dress is bunched around my waist, the top of it sitting at my ribs. His lips are so close to the hem of my bra.
“Ignore it,” I beg him.
His eyes flick to mine, a slow smirk drags onto his face. The knock is louder now, and Creed drops his head into my chest, sighing heavily.
“Dad.”
We both freeze.
“Shit.” He pushes up, his eyes dropping to his evident erection and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me as he readjusts himself.
“You in, Dad? Open up, please.” Royce’s voice is loud as he begs through the door.
“You need to hide,” Creed whispers, pulling me from the bed.
I rush around his large room. The only logical place is the wardrobe or the bathroom. I fix my dress and run towards the sliding doors.
“Yeah, one minute,” Creed calls out just as I slip inside and drag the door across, but his foot stops the door from closing.
“This isn’t over,” he whispers, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kisses me.
He goes to step back but I grab his shirt, pulling him forward. I rub my lipstick from his lips, my eyes falling as I make sure it’s all gone.
