Page 12 of Hidden Chaos

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Tywin

Iwas getting on my own damn nerves and for the life of me, I was unable to stop my fucking fingers from tapping the steering wheel. At least twice I had spotted Patrena at her window peeking out, and it wasn’t helping me in my quest to stay away from her. My jumping leg joined the erratic taps of my fingers and I knew I was getting closer to my breaking point.

Never before had I turned down a willing woman. What the fuck? I wanted Patrena bad, so bad that my leg wouldn’t stop bouncing and my dick had written several complaints to my brain. Everything in me was screaming that if I touched her, she would make me a liar about wanting a one-night stand because I would want her over and over again.

I’d had minimal contact with the woman and here I was aching all over to caress her in every way imaginable. One time. One time. Just one fucking time. My raging hormones were yelling the chant while my drumming heartbeat supplied the theme music.

A moment later, I stood outside my SUV, not even remembering when I had climbed out. Mind control was a living and breathing entity because I was not in charge of mine right now. In another moment, my feet were carrying me back to her door.

Lock picked, door eased open, and I was back inside Patrena’s dark living room creeping across her carpeted floor like a fucking stalk-raving lunatic. She was laid out on the couch, face pressed half into a throw pillow and one of her sexy legs outside the covers.

She was a pretty woman, sexy, and confident. And that body… I was convinced it had been molded and shaped with me in mind because the idea of how soft and warm and silky her skin felt had my dick throbbing.

My shadow took the lead, dancing along her sleeping form and causing her to stir. I took a knee on the floor next to her, studying her while she slept and attempting to figure out why I wanted her so bad. It was more than her beautiful appearance and invigorating feminine scent. She provoked a sense in me that I hadn’t even known was there until I saw her.

“Patrena,” I called softly, placing a hand on her shoulder, preparing the other to block a punch if she came up swinging. She had proven that she wasn’t a woman who cowered in the face of danger.

Her eyes popped open and widened, but she didn’t scream or come up showing me how good her upper cut was. She watched me long enough to discern who I was before the tension that had coiled in her shoulders released.

“Tywin?” She sat up, collecting her bearings and glancing around me before reaching over and flipping on the lamp.

“Is it morning already?”

“No, it’s not morning. I’m being a selfish asshole right now.” I paused, unsure how to explain that I was powerless to fight her enticing lure.

“I tried. I tried hard, but I can’t stop thinking about tasting your lips or daydreaming about sucking your tongue and making your pussy wet. I can’t stop my dick from getting hard every time I think about how your body felt in my hands. I can’t stop recalling how good it felt to grind my dick against you.”

She swallowed before a teasing smile spread lazily across her lips. “Join the fucking party. You get me all hot and bothered, tell me some mess about your life being full of drama, and then leave me in here to take a cold shower. That’s what your ass gets. I hope you got the quickest case of blue balls there is,” she spat before she burst out laughing. My chuckles joined in the chorus of hers.

However, the laughing came to an abrupt stop with my hand inching up her exposed leg. Her nipples peaked and pushed against the thin white night shirt she was wearing, further exposing her heightened awareness.

She turned so that her legs fell over the side of the couch and formed a wide V that I slid between, loving the way her velvety-soft inner thighs were caressing me. Her hands were running up my arms and mine were positioned at her waist, gripping the bottom of her shirt, and tugging it upward. She helped, leaning forward to allow me to lift the shirt over her head.

Fuck!

My tongue slipped across my lips and sat there at the sight of her full tits with their beautiful chocolate tips spilling free. The most gorgeous thing about them was that they had freckles sprinkled around the areola, the visual making them more enticing.

“You like what you see, Mr. Vallin?”

I didn’t answer with words, but with my mouth and tongue when I leaned in and flicked my tongue lightly and teasingly against the left tip before I teased the right. When I sucked one between my lips and toyed with it with my tongue, she squirmed at my play while gripping my shoulders, already digging her nails into my flesh.

I eased back before taking her hand, tugging her up when I stood. She reached for my shirt, and I made her job easy by helping her help me out of it. Once it was off, I slung it across my shoulder. Her eyes followed my every move, and I sensed the questions she was refraining from asking. Instead, she opted to go with the flow, a groove so rhythmic and smooth we may as well have been dancing.

I stopped us near her dining room table before my gaze traveled the expanse of her body. The view was so delicate and sexy I took the necessary time and admired it. I bent, shoving my thumbs in the waistband of her silky shorts but left her panties in place. The action created a sexy peep show that had me adjusting my aching dick and desperate to put my mouth on every spot that captured my vision.

Once I reached her feet, I tugged the bottoms free while she gripped my shoulders for support. I didn’t stand, but glanced up at her before letting my gaze line up with her silky, blue panty-covered center. The heat emanating from the area fanned out and touched me.

She had a tiny little pussy print that I gravitated towards until my nose brushed the apex of her silk covered sex. I took a deep whiff and sighed with relief and pleasure at her mouth-watering scent.

She was aroused. There was no doubt about that. The scent, a mix of sweet apples, peaches, and her heavenly musk, told me as much. It had entered my system, so fiercely, my taste buds were stimulated. I could already picture myself feasting on her pussy.

Once I filled my lungs with her essence, I stood and took her hand to escort her to the long end of her dining room table that appeared sturdy enough to hold the meal I intended to serve myself.

I tilted my head as she sashayed along, getting a nice glimpse at her ass. Heaven, help me. Her ass was round and lush, the kind of ass that left you thirsting for another squeeze, another smack, and another bite. I could hardly wait to get my hands on her.

“Do you have a problem being spanked?” I questioned, making her eyes shoot up. The question was a courtesy so I didn’t wait for an answer. I had read the answer in her body language from the first touch.

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