The question makes her mouth open in surprise, and I steal the opportunity to stroke my fingers across her lips. Reminding her with the salty taste where my hand has been and is anxious to return. “I want to see it again.”
“Then touch me like you were before and maybe you will.”
Gorgeous with her sass and brazen dare. More than willing to give both of us what we want but first I need to make her squirm some more. My grip moves to her throat. Relishing her pulse jumping under my thumb when I glide down her neck and across her clavicle. Tracing the tiny bones before I grasp the slim sleeves on her shoulders and shove the soft fabric down to her elbows. Already trapped between my legs, now her arms are forced against her sides. I groan from her being at my complete mercy as well as her lush nipples perking up exposed to the cool air. Pink, pert, and perfect for my mouth.
I lap at the left one with a flat tongue. Wetting the areola to make my teeth graze easily over the sensitized skin. She yelps in pleasure when I bite down. Hard enough to hurt in the best way possible. I repeat on the right side while I thumb the original so it doesn’t feel left out. No need for any part of her luscious body to be jealous. Each area is going to receive my full and undivided attention. I’ve waited for weeks to explore her, and I’m taking my time so both of us can enjoy every second.
With a perfect handful of breast in each palm, I nuzzle her throat. Breathing in her intoxicating scent and tasting her essence as I slowly tongue kiss across her smooth chest. Peppered with goose bumps from my affection.
Her head falls back giving me full access, and I reward her by sucking in the silky skin in the hollow of her breasts. I used to think hickeys were tacky as hell but somehow the thought of my mark on her flawless body makes me growl with a possessiveness I don’t recognize but can feel all the way to my bones. I need her, and everyone else, to know she’s mine. She belongs to me.
She must agree from the moan rasping in her throat and the kiss she places on the back of my head. But that’s not where I need her mouth. I slowly lift up so I don’t slam into her face. I only want her knocked out from being sated not from a head butt in my frenzy to fuck her.
Although I hate to let go of her glorious tits, I need to lock her down a little bit more. My fingers glide through her silky hair, winding the strands around my fist, and holding her in place. She pants against my lips trying to catch her breath. Which is good because she’s going to lose oxygen again in a few seconds. “Do you want me, trouble?”
My tight grip prevents her from nodding. I need to hear the words. To hear her say she gives herself to me. I can’t take her otherwise.
“Yes, I want you.”
Soft but sure, her voice doesn’t waver. Neither do I. “Then I’m yours.”
Confusion lines her flushed face when I release her completely and gently push her backward as I rise. Towering over her with her gorgeous face staring up at me in anticipation. That almost makes me drop to my knees with the beauty of it. I caress her cheek and she fills my palm, following my loving strokes. “Turn around.”
I accept the nod this time because I’m past the point of no return. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried when she looks over her shoulder at me to see what I’m doing. The simple act of sliding down her zipper with her exquisite body shivering under the silver metal is one of the most erotic views I’ve ever seen.
The dress drops to the floor, and she stands glorious and breathless in the pooled fabric. Waiting and watching and wondering. I end the speculation quickly. Both of her wrists fit in the circle between my thumb and forefinger. I tug down, pulling her arms taut just to the point of being uncomfortable. She must like the dominance with her head laying back on my chest and her eyes heavy with lust as she stares up at me. Only to lose her gaze when I circle around her clit. Plucking the nub like the taut string of a guitar while I whisper in her ear. Pretending an uncertainty I don’t really feel. “Should I fuck you against the door? Bend you over the counter? Maybe take you out on the balcony and let you ride me while all the tourists watch?”
Her mound pushes harder into my palm with that idea. Seeking the movement to match my words. Needing to ease the torment. I like that she’s a little bit dirty and a whole lot needy. “No naughty girl. No voyeurism for you today. You’re too sweet to tarnish…yet.”
“But I am trouble, remember?”
Moisture coats my hand, and I respond with my touch and my words, pushing a finger inside her. “You most definitely are…” I join that digit with another when she gasps and thrust upward seeking her g-spot. “…and I will always remember.”
Her mew of pleasure fades to a whimper of pain, and she lifts on her toes as if seeking relief from the intrusion. Fuck in the ever-living fuck. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head no. But that’s not good enough. I let my hands drop away. We can play as little or as much as she wants, but not without honesty. Not without her telling me the truth. “Don’t ever lie to me Evie. I won’t handle it well if you hide things from me.”
I utterly loathe bringing the past into our time together. But history’s marked me, the trauma scarring me permanently, and I refuse to make the same mistakes with the woman I love now. Evie swallows and nods. Understanding my message and my meaning.
“Yes, it hurt a little.”
Grateful she’s honest but disgusted I was too rough, I step back. Giving her the space she needs to feel safe. Maybe an overreaction on my part. But I’m a killer, a mercenary who takes others’ lives, and I never want her to think I don’t know where the line is. That violence is okay or something I would do to someone who doesn’t deserve it. And, especially not ever with her. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional. I would never hurt you on purpose.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” Her small hands grasp mine. A simple yet powerful gesture making the connection between us again. “I promise to tell you if it ever does again.”
I don’t like the thought of that at all. There shouldn’t be an ever again. A suspicion flickers in the back of my mind that maybe her boldness doesn’t match her experience. Sexy bravado that masks the truth of her innocence.
“Andy?”
I hate the embarrassment budding in her tone. Fragile and vulnerable standing half naked in front of me while I say and do nothing. No worse humiliation than thinking I don’t want her. I’ve already fucked that up, and I won’t do it again. I smile and look her up and down, lingering on her lacy black knickers. Groaning in admiration as I slowly drag the fabric down her legs and over her dainty feet. I draw her to me. “God damn you’re gorgeous.”
Relief quickly morphs to lust, and she initiates the next move. Just like I want her to. She controls the pace as well as me. I’m happy to let her lead this time. Which she does brilliantly, looping her finger into my shirt and tugging me down to her. Desire flooding my veins from her lips on mine. Gentle at first but when her hand slides around my neck to keep me close, I need to keep her closer.
To stay connected, I cup her face while I slowly pull my mouth from hers. Ensuring she has no doubt that I want her and I’m going to fuck her. “Two seconds love.”
I yank my shirt over my head and find her grinning at me on the other side. Utter appreciation of my body with her raised brow and long sigh as her fingers splay on my chest and slowly trail downward. Causing my cock to bounce upward again, straining in my running shorts from her attention, that he wants for himself.
“You’re gorgeous too.”
Palming her arse, I lift her up. Wanting as much of her body under my control as possible. Her tits shoved on my chest. Her pussy grinding on my cock. Her hands curled over my shoulders.
“Look down.”
This time I follow her command. Sweet pink nipples, proof of her desire for me, torpedo into my black ink.
“We’re gorgeous together.”
We really are amazing. Practically art with her flawless skin skimming against the colors decorating almost every inch of mine. The contrast mimicking t
he differences between us. That I thought were insurmountable, too much to overcome, too wrong to accept. But now with her in my arms nothing could be better. Nothing could be more perfect. Nothing could be this right. “That we are.”
She traces a line on my chest while I walk us to the bed.
“Maybe someday I’ll get one too.”
Her shriek of surprise bounces just like she does when I toss her onto the mattress. Giggling from me growling my disapproval at her from her idea and from her climbing to her knees. As if she’s going to try and get away.
“Or maybe not.”
“Definitely not.”
Timidity kicks in with her kneeling naked in front of me, and she slides her arm across her breasts covering herself from my gaze. Not allowed. I want to see her. I want to see what’s mine. A nervous laugh bubbles in her luscious mouth when I tug her hands down and bind them together behind her again. Forcing her lovely nipples closer to me with her back arched.
“Hypocrite.”
“Yeah, I am. But I’m not ever letting you do anything that hurts you.”
The defiance softens from my adamancy, but she still gives me a small huff. Pretending to be annoyed.
“I think you’re way overprotective.”
“I’m okay with that.”
She must be okay with my domineering nature too. Straining forward against my fist restraint to kiss me when all I want is her on her back so I can ravish her. I step closer, mimicking her desire and meeting her lips. Loving her assertiveness as her tongue sweeps between my lips, tasting and exploring me, while her body glides up and down mine seeking all of me. Overwhelming me with her wordless plea for more.
As soon as I release her wrists, her arms coil around my neck and I gently lay her back. Taking the opportunity to enjoy her spread across my bed. Fucking gorgeous with dainty hands clenching the cover on both sides of her. Yet her eyes never leave mine. Unwilling to yield completely to her nervousness. Which is the epitome of why I’m so drawn to her. The perfect combination of brave and bashful.
I push her legs up and kneel in adoration of her this time, slowly sliding my hands up and down her trembling thighs to warm and soothe her. Small purple tipped toes curl around the comforter when I massage over her hip bones and my thumbs brush her pussy. Generating an almost feral moan to erupt in my throat from the glistening on her smooth pink lips. Fighting an uncontrollable urge to shove her legs farther apart and bury myself inside her. Battling a primal need to fill her completely so she knows nothing but me inside of her.
Until her quivering fingers cover the back of my hand and hesitation flares in her expression.
“Will you lay down with me?”
Uncertain as to what I’ve done to spook her, I nod. The reason doesn’t matter only that she’s scared, and I fucking hate it, especially if I’m the cause of her fear. But also beyond grateful that she spoke up and slowed me down. “You never have to be afraid of me.”
“I’m not. I’m just…”
Unable to describe the emotion doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel it. Or that I can’t fix it. I drop to my forearm and cover her shaking body with mine. Rolling to my side, I sheath her against me and stroke down her back. Hoping to calm her with my touch and my words. Reminding myself that while I know who I am and exactly what I want, she’s young and probably intimidated by me and something that’s more than just a fun fuck. I blow out a breath and grin, so she can hear the smile in my teasing. “You know I had no idea what to expect when I agreed to guard you. I was worried it might be a long miserable summer putting up with some spoiled brat princess.”
“Thanks a lot.”
Her voice is muffled against my chest, but the indulgent humor still comes through. “So it blows my mind that after just this short time together I already know that being with you is one of the best damn things that’s ever happened to me in my entire life.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” I kiss the top of her head. Welcoming the elation in her tone. “Really. You’re trouble but you’re the best kind of trouble.”
The trembling finally stops, but I have one more thing to remind her of. “You’re my trouble.”
“Yes I am.”
Soft lips press against my chest in confirmation. Gentle at first. Once, twice, three times. Awakening the beast from my name whispered against my heated skin while her fingertips drift to the back of my neck.
All of my resolve finally shatters when her hips grind against me. Dangerously close to sucking in my cock trapped and desperate between us. Not yet. Not until she’s ready. Really ready.
I ease back the slightest distance and reach between us. Drenching my fingers with her arousal when I glide over her pulsing clit. Losing my mind when she moans and thrusts into my hand. Demolishing my plan to just kiss her for the rest of the day after her hesitation. I roll her onto her back and prop myself up, nestled between her legs. Studying her expression for any sign of doubt or fright yet finding none. “Are you good?”
“Yes.”
Me too. More than I ever imagined. With her delicate face cupped in my hands and the smile on her swollen lips and the trust in her gaze. “I’ve been tested and know I’m clean.”
“I’m clean…” A blush blooms on her face from a conversation we probably should’ve had before she was naked and underneath me. “…and I’m on the pill too.”
Perfect. I can’t hold back any longer. Only willing to release her to line up my cock to her dripping pussy. Sweeping a few times through her lips which already feel like they’re welcoming me in. Her body eager to envelope mine. So I give her what she wants. What I want too.
With one long drive, I plunge into her. Breaking through a resistance I never expected. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now I know why she was so damn frightened.
Her small body jerks up involuntarily in agony. Fingernails scraping my scalp. Mouth parting in a sharp gasp. I fight against my body’s urgent need to thrust and keep still. Balancing on my forearm with my other hand cradling her head. Holding her tight while she pants through the pain. “You should’ve told me.”
Silky lips brush against my ear. “You would’ve freaked out too much.”
She’s right, I would have. The first time and last time I’ve ever taken anyone’s virginity. I’ve fucked up not realizing, not knowing, but she’s mine now. I won’t ever be able to let her go. I won’t ever be able to let another man have her after me. “I don’t like hurting you.”
“I know.”
The death grip on my back loosens, and she nuzzles my cheek.
“That’s why I picked you. I knew you would be gentle and take it slow. You’re the kind of man I’ve always wanted to be with.”
Rarely am I tongue-tied, but this woman has fucked up my heart and my head. Laying herself bare to me physically and mentally. Captivating me with her body and her words when it’s me who should be confessing to her since it’s taken me so damn long to admit my feelings to her and to myself. “Thank you.”
Despite her discomfort she giggles. Shaking underneath me with my mind blown and my cock still rock hard inside her. “Thank you?”
Yeah, I’m horribly inept with expressing my feelings. I lift from her neck and meet her humorous expression. “I didn’t want to freak you out by telling you that I’m falling in love with you.”
Now I get the whoosh of air I expected as she processes my proclamation. Can’t blame her for being shocked. I am too. Well not from loving her but from admitting the truth to her already. Too late to take back my declaration and no sense lying. I’ve never really believed in second chances in life or in love. I always thought if you fuck up, then you get what you deserve. But she’s giving me another shot at happiness, and I’m sure as hell taking it. “All this time I’ve been half-dead, just numb and going through the motions. Then I meet you and fuck…” The intensity of her gaze almost slays me, and I can’t barely catch my breath either. “…I feel like you’ve brought me back to life.”
I’v
e said too much. Sound too irrational yet she doesn’t seem to mind or freak out. Just takes my face between her warm hands and kisses me. Urgent and sincere and I let her in. Giving her the entrance she seeks and my desperate dick answers swelling inside her again. I move cautiously but her hips rise in approval, accepting and encouraging the intrusion.
I’ve never made love like this before. So slow and so sweet. With tender touches and whispers. Yet even more intense than just a hard fuck. A powerful difference because she trusts me with her innocence and I’m grateful to her for giving herself to me.
I don’t ask her if she’s okay because I know she’s not. Her clenched eyes and taut muscles let me know the sting of my invasion lingers. But I know she doesn’t want me to stop. Not with her fierce grip on me as I thrust into her. Stretching and filling her in preparation for the next time. When I’ll make her scream in the good way, begging for more.
So for now, I do the only thing I can think of to comfort her. Whisper how much I love her, how much I love being here with her like this, how fucking crazy it is for a woman like her to let a man like me love her.
That makes her laugh. I like hearing the sound after the agony she’s been in. “The spoiled brat princess with the wild British punk?”
Pretty much. “Something like that.”
The smile I’ve missed lifts her pale cheeks. “Don’t you know the good girl always falls for the bad boy?”
“I thought it was the other way around.”
“Maybe.” Her thighs squeeze me as her body starts to keep pace with my rhythm. Moving in tandem with me for the first time since I took her. “Or maybe you bring out the bad girl in me?”
Her flirting pushes me to the edge. My spine and hips and balls all aching for release. So damn close but I refuse to get off without her. Sweat rolls down my back and my muscles sting from inaction but I can’t pound into her without hurting her more. I reach down and lavish attention on her clit the way I now know she likes. More concentrated with each flick, strumming with more and more intensity until she’s bowing off the mattress. Her breath and her body erratic as she jerks closer to release. “Or maybe you’re making me good?”
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