Page 232 of Now and Forever

“Holy shit, Cruz!” Serena gasped, momentarily coming out of her arousal. Then her eyes caught mine, and she shut her beautiful mouth.

“You look like you’re about to eat me alive,” she shakily whispered, licking her lips.

I could have responded with something light and playful, but I didn’t. What I felt in that instant was far from light, and God help me, playing was far from my mind.

This was …

This was game over.

This was what a feral man would feel, in essence, if he caught something precious, something he had yearned for more than the air he breathed.

Serena was right. I was about to devour her … every inch of her delectable body. I was going to feast on her glowing skin, disheveled hair, blushing cheeks, eyes heavy with arousal, and her luscious breasts with those dusky pink nipples.

Reaching out so my thumb could brush against her right nipple, I didn’t let my eyes waver from her gorgeous face. “Do you like the way I’m touching you, Serena?”

She meekly nodded, entranced. “Yes, very much.”

As compelling as it was to free my cock from its constraints, I knew it would derail me from my sole purpose tonight. I wanted to slip into her sweet cunt and fuck her from dusk until dawn, but I didn’t want to scare her off. Serena must know my touch apart from other men’s.

A flare of anger sparked inside of me at the thought of Archer relishing the same view as I was at this moment. I instantly pushed the wretched thoughts away. Nothing—no one—would deter me from having Serena.

With the use of my forefinger and thumb, I roughly pulled against her nipple, wanting to see how she responded to the rewards of pain before pleasure.

“And this? How do you feel about this?” I rasped out as my cock rebelled in my trousers, demanding to be freed.

“I love everything you do to me.” She bit her lips as she lifted her emerald gems towards me, enticing, challenging.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded.

She followed my directions, spreading them wide, showing me her red silk thong, which emitted a loud growl from me. Though my self-control was at the breaking point, I wasn’t ready to give in to my baser instincts. Not just yet.

With my eyes fully glued on the sight between her thighs, I took a shallow breath. “Push your thong aside. I want to see all of you, Serena.” My heart was madly thumping against my chest as I watched with bated breath while she reached between her legs and pushed her thong to the side, giving me a full view of her bare pussy, the lips moistened from her arousal.

The need to secure my mouth to those heavenly lips was strong, but I opted to tease her even further by using my middle finger to touch her sweet button, instantly making her pant in earnest and moan my name. My finger circled her nub before it glided lower, past her vaginal entrance, and then I dragged it back up again towards her trigger button.

Unblinking, I took my finger and brought it to my mouth, tasting the essence of her womanhood. “You taste divine.”

Just before she could react to me, her bedside phone began to ring.

My brow arched, partially challenging her to take the call or continuing from where we were interrupted. If it were up to me, I would have chosen the latter. Since the woman before me had a mind of her own, though, she took a deep sigh before rolling over to her stomach, stretching and arching her body to reach for the damn device.

Before she took the call, she apologetically mouthed “sorry,” which did nothing for my wavering resistance and patience.

“Hello?” she said into the receiver before a serious frown crossed her face. “Aaron?” she whispered as if she couldn’t believe who was calling her.

She as so caught in the conversation she somehow neglected that she was with another man.

Who the bloody hell was Aaron? There was another man in the picture?

My jealousy flared to new height. I wanted to demand right then and there who the twit was, yet not having secured her as my own, I knew a display of possessiveness would make her turn away from me forever. Therefore, I did what any reasonable man would do—I had to figure out a way to win in this wretched situation. Of course, I had to deviate by deciding to take my clothes off. All of them. What else was a man to do?

One thing I had learned about women was to never under-appreciate the power of skin and the alluring sight of a man’s impeccable physique. I knew how Serena had reacted that night when she had found me almost naked with a measly towel to cover the important bits that I was proudly showing off now.

My cock was beyond engorged; it was swelling to its full, potent potential, twitching from the intensity of Serena’s wanton gaze.

“Can I call you back … um … later?” Serena rushed out, blushing profusely as she tried to concentrate on the conversation yet failing miserably, obviously distracted by my naked body.

Without another word, she simply hung up the call, her eyes, body, and all of her senses finally honed back to me, as it should be.

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