Page 51 of The Troublemaker

She smiles, like she enjoys the power she has over me, the way I forget all about the real world, and the consequences of our actions when I’m with her.

“Well I would have kept my wits and put a stop to it,” she says.

“Really. Let’s see about that,” I say. I slide my hand around her wet body, and pull her tight against me. A fine shiver goes through her and my lips close over hers for a hot, heavy, passion-filled kiss that I hope, leaves her a little dizzy. Our tongues tangle and play and her moans of pleasure curl around me.

I break the kiss, and find that sensitive spot on her neck until she’s writhing in need. She lifts one leg, and rubs up against me as she wraps it around me, and I bite back a smile as I take her to that place where common sense is a thing of the past. She’s the only woman in the world who’s ever taken me there, and that’s a first.

I sink to my knees and pull her down with me. I lower her to her back, and she reaches for me. I climb over her. “Look up,” I say, and she does.

“So beautiful.” Her voice is a soft, drowsy whisper, that wraps around my soul.

“Not as beautiful as what I’m looking at,” I say, and she turns her focus back to me.

“There are times you really do say all the right things, Cason.”

I tug her bathing suit top down to expose her pert nipples, realizing that with her, it’s easy to say the right things. “I’m only telling the truth, though,” I say. With her it’s easy to say what’s in my heart, because I like her so much, and truly want this to work.

“If I told you I wanted my mouth on your gorgeous pussy, would those be the right words?” I tease as I shimmy lower, pressing kisses to her hot flesh.

“The absolute best words,” she says, tossing her head from side to side. Her hips come up and her sweet honeyed scent fills my senses. My God, I am going to eat this woman until she’s crying out my name and begging for more. I have never wanted to pleasure a woman as much as I do with her.

I position myself between her legs, and slide her bikini bottoms down. I set them aside carefully. I do not want her running back to our cottage naked, everyone seeing what’s mine.

What’s mine?

Fuck yeah, she’s mine. She’s all mine. She’s Mrs. Kinsley Elizabeth Palmer-Callaghan. My wife. Now I just have to convince her that a relationship is not a bad thing and that I’m not going to hurt her like her ex. Then maybe we can have a chance at this thing called a future. I part her legs, and run my hands up her thighs, groaning as the heat of her sex reaches my fingertips.

“You’re burning up,” I say.

“Uh huh,” is all she says in response and I resist a chuckle. Oh, yeah, she would have kept her wits about her my ass. But Goddammit, I love this. I love the way she opens up under my touch, sheds all inhibition and just takes what she wants without any insecurities. Sure I made other women moan, sure I was adamant that I pleasured them properly first,

but this woman’s pleasure is more important to me than breathing. I want her to know she has value, and show her that she deserves to be worshipped. She was just never with the right man, much like I was never with the right woman.

I lick her sweet cunt, all the way from the bottom to the top, flattening my tongue to press it against her swollen clit. I steal a quick glance up, and her eyes have fallen shut.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at the stars.”

“I don’t need them open to see stars,” she says and I chuckle against her sex, which illicits a moan as the vibrations go through her body.

“Open them anyway. I want you to see those stars as I take you into space.” Her lids lift, and I lick her some more, knowing her body well now. Know how to take her higher and higher and leave her lingering.

I put a finger inside her, and her walls clamp around me. She’s chanting my name, and my heart beats that much faster. I finger fuck her the way she likes, and circle her clit with the soft blade of my tongue. I slide a second finger into her and a whimpering sound reaches my ears. Jesus, she is so close. I inch out, and her gaze flies to mine.

“Cason,” she says, her breath so ragged I can barely make out my name on her lips.

“Do you have your wits about you Kinsley?”

“God, no. Please put your cock inside me.” I chuckle, but who am I to fucking talk? I can barely remember my own name as her need wraps around my cock and strokes hard.

My chuckle dies an abrupt death and morphs into a heated moan. “Kins.”

“I want to feel your thickness inside me. I want to come all over your big cock.”

Holy fuck, yes. It takes all my effort to find the words to ask, “If you weren’t on the pill would you still be saying that?”

“Yes.” She grabs my shoulders. “You win. I want you so much, I don’t care about anything but your cock inside me.”

“I win because I’m here with you, Kins. But you’re about to win, too. You did after all, beat me to the dock, so I think you should come all over my face, and then again with my cock inside you.”

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