Page 72 of Hell Hath No Fury
"Oh. Wow."
He nods, lifting his hand to my face and rubs his thumb against cheek.
"Yours. Shannon's home."
"You're sure?"
I nod. "No regrets. I'm tired of waiting, even if I wasn't the one who was waiting, and you were the one who was waiting but I didn't know you were waiting."
He smiles. "You're cute when you're flustered."
"Shut up and take me home."
"Your wish is my command."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Audra
He speeds the entire way to his house and it still manages to take thirty-five minutes. Sometimes I hate living in California.
He pulls into the garage. There are two other vehicles in here. I don't have enough time to see what they are before Derrick's opening my door and helping me out of the car. Did I even look what this car was? Nope. He stole all of my attention.
I've only seen part of his home. I'm curious now. But that curiosity can wait—the agonizing want can't. Maybe between rounds of sex. Hot. Sweaty. Sheet-tangling sex. I just know he's a sheet-tangler.
"You've got that look again."
"Still," I correct.
"Mmm," he agrees as we enter the kitchen. He puts his keys on the counter then turns to me. I feel like his prey. Pretty please, let me be.
He doesn't wait. He doesn't ask. He just pulls me against him and presses his lips to mine. All the air rushes from my lungs and my knees get weak. All from just the feel of his lips. From the feel of the rough whiskers of his five o'clock shadow. From the feel of his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close—so very close. From the feel of his hard length against me. I wonder if he had a brief reprieve or if he's been hard this entire time. I just know that I've been wet and getting more aroused by the minute, with each thought of him, with each thought of this.
Slowly, gently, he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips. I open for him. He doesn't hesitate to dip inside, his tongue sliding against mine, then retreating. My mind drifts to what it's going to be like when his cock is inside me and mimicking this very move.
I whimper and Derrick groans, pulling me impossibly closer. He lifts the hem of my skirt, then lifts me from the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and he walks forward until my back rests against the wall.
"Jesus Christ, you're so fucking hot. I knew you would be it for me," he pants out, then kisses me passionately again. I want to make sense of what he just said, but my body's taking over now and my brain is shutting everything out but the pleasure.
Derrick squeezes my ass in his hands and I moan softly. Holy shit. I rub against him, his erection not quite where I need it to be, but I don't want to get off like this. Not the first time with him.
"Derrick," I breathe.
"Mhm," he replies, kissing my jaw, then down to my neck where he sucks some flesh between his lips.
"Oh, God, that feels so good."
"Good," he breathes against the wet flesh he's just kissed, sending a shiver through me. "You're killing me."
"Same. Keep doing it," I demand.
He chuckles and keeps kissing my neck, sucking my earlobe—doing it again when I moan.
"Derrick," I breathe again. I mean to tell him something, but I can't remember what.
"I know."
He starts to unzip my dress and it's then I remember.
