Page 428 of Hell Hath No Fury
Jesus fucking Christ, but the woman can kiss.
Here’s the thing about me.
Colleen is right.
I am a slut, or at least I used to be. I’ve been welcomed into enough women’s beds to know that a simple kiss isn’t enough to get me started. I need a little more incentive than that after all the experience I’ve had with the fairer sex. So can someone please explain to me how Colleen, with one simple kiss, has me hard as stone and ready to bust a nut?
Anybody?
No?
Then God help me.
She shouldn’t taste this good. A woman that is known for her prickly exterior shouldn’t have me ready to come with just a simple PG-13 fucking kiss.
“Owen,” she pants, rubbing her whole body against mine.
Jesus, just hearing her say my name like that, breathless and wanting, is doing my head in. I’m so fucking confused, but my body doesn’t seem to care. My hand falls to her ass, grabbing a cheek and forcefully pushing her body even closer to mine, while my other hand snakes under her hair, until it’s firmly placed at the nape of her neck so she can’t escape me.
But by the way her body responds to mine, escape feels like it’s the last thing on her mind. When she parts her thighs to lock one of mine in between them, dry humping it with her pussy, using my leg to get off, my restraint in taking things slow starts to crack.
“Princess, you’re driving me crazy over here,” I admit, my lips breaking away from hers just so I can kiss her long neck, the same neck I had been fantasizing about sinking my teeth into all night.
“I would think a man of your experience would be used to this type of thing,” she teases, but there is no malice behind her words, just innocent flirtatious banter.
“I don’t think there is a man alive who could ever get used to this. To you rubbing up against him,” I confess, and instantly growl when her hot pussy comes in contact with my crotch, scorching it with her heat.
My teeth sink into her flesh, Colleen’s head falls to the side to give me more wiggle room to mark her. I take advantage of her lust-fueled actions, needing her to remember this in the morning. I need her to look at herself in the mirror tomorrowmorning and see me looking back at her. Proof that she let me in when no one else was able to.
When she’s unable to hit that spot that will drive her wild, she raises her leg and hooks it to my waist, needing the friction to go where it will do the most damage. Unfortunately, the killer heels she has on tonight are less than helpful to keep her balance on the uneven grass, so even though I’m able to grab her waist to keep her from falling, we both end up going down anyway.
I half expect her to curse me out and say that it’s my fault I’m now laying flat on top of her, but instead she surprises the fuck out of me when she starts laughing. I stare dumbfounded into her pale blue eyes, wondering where the hell has this Colleen been all my life?
But before I’m able to ask her, she leans in and captures my lips with hers again, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. My muddled thoughts disappear as she sets me on fire. Her blood-red nails teasingly scrape my back, promising me that if I took my damn shirt off, I’d no doubt see nails marks on my skin. I smirk when I realize that my Ice Queen wants to leave me with a memento too.
“Owen, the dress. The dress,” she whispers suddenly in between kisses, her teeth tugging at my lower lip, leaving me even more ravenous for her.
“What, princess?” I mumble, too succumbed by her kiss to make sense of the words that are falling from her gorgeous lips.
“The grass, Owen. It will stain the dress,” she explains, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. The kind of pink that goes straight to my cock.
“Then I guess there is only one thing we can do not to ruin it. You’re going to have to take it off.”
My cock hardens further at the idea, but I doubt a woman like Colleen will fall for such a play.
It’s only when she pulls back on her elbows, staring at me like she wants to eat me alive that hope swells in my heart and cock.
“Then I guess you’re going to have to take it off me then.”
FUCK!
“You’re serious?” I ask, incredulous, not believing my luck.
“You look flustered, Owen,” she teases me, running a finger down my chest.
“Not flustered,” I lie. “Surprised, that’s all.”
“Why?”
