by K. L. Jessop
“Do you answer your door to everyone like that?”
I wrap up in my blanket, feeling the heat in his gaze along with the chill of the night. But I don’t answer his question.
“How did you find my house?”
He points to my scooter that’s parked at the bottom of the steps. “There are not many bright yellow scooters in Primrose Hill.”
“Well now that you’ve pointed that out and spent the majority of your night clearly trying to track me down, what are you doing here?”
He takes something out of his jacket pocket and hands it to me. “You left this when you went out in a rush earlier.”
It’s my purse. I hadn’t even realised I was missing it; I’d just grabbed my bag and left when I’d needed to getaway. “It must have fallen out of my satchel when I left.”
Our fingers brush as I take it from him and my eyes flash to his when that crackle of electricity races through my body from his touch. He feels it too, or at least I think he does because his gaze is now full of heat and my mood is now a combination of frustration and desire—a force that has me wrapping my arms around my body a little tighter in the hope it stops me from reaching out to touch him.
“Thank you. You can go now. I’ll see you Monday.”
His brows rise and a smug smile tugs his lips. “And here I was thinking you’d be more polite given the fact I’ve come all this way.”
“I’ve learnt not to bother being polite where you’re concerned because I get fuck all back.”
“Wow, I’ll take that hit.”
“I’ve got plenty more where that comes from.”
“I don’t doubt it.” The little tug at the corner of his mouth makes the heat between my legs heighten. God, if only he knew how stunning he is when he smiles. Despite the way he’d made me feel earlier, I can’t deny that I appreciate him coming here with my purse. He didn’t have to do that, especially given what time it is. Stepping back, I open the door a little further, giving him an invitation while the little voice at the back of my head screams at me that this isn’t going to end well. All the while, my nerves between my thighs are loving every second.
He steps inside, brushing his body against mine and causing me to swallow. He smells like arrogance and sex, and that deadly crack of electricity between us waits to explode.
“Thank you, Pepper,” he whispers. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
Pepper.
It’s the first time I’ve heard him call me by my name, and the word rolls off his tongue as if he was placed on this earth just to say it.
“You’re not fully in the door yet. And I’m still in a shitty mood.”
His low laugh rumbles from his chest and a shiver rivers down my spine. Suddenly needing a drink, I head to the kitchen, taking two short tumblers from the cupboard and a bottle of tequila, pouring us both a glass.
“Sorry, I don’t have any JD,” I say, handing him a glass.
“It’s fine.”
Once again, his eyes rake down my body, and this time, I don’t cover myself with the blanket. I want him to see what he does to me. I want him to know that I want him, regardless of what this is between us. My nipples press against the thin satin of my top, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs with his swallow tells me he’s got the full show.
Now that he’s here, I’m glad of the company as it fills the hollow ache.
“So, this is your haven?” It’s more a statement rather than a question, and he takes a step into the living room.
My place is opened-plan and a mixture of light walls, glass doors and soft carpets, accompanied with grey cushions, candle lights and lanterns—everything you need to make a home warm and welcoming.
“This is me.”
“It’s not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know really. I guess you’re more of a mystery than I thought you were.”
“There’re certainly a few around these days.”
He cuts me a look, but I brush it off.
As he takes a seat on my sofa, I have to fight the urge to go and straddle him. He looks too good to be in my house. The soft light of the table lamp hits his rugged features and highlights all the things I want along with the ripples of his hard body that I long to touch and have against me.
With his ankle now crossed over his knee, he leans his head against the back of the sofa and looks more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him before. I could sit and watch him like this all night, but I know letting him in was a big mistake because his presence is driving me crazy. The desires he’s inflicted on me since I first came into his life have escalated more each day, even when he’s been an arsehole. There is something about this man that takes me hostage with just a look—reels me in in a way I can’t begin to rationalise because other than what Emmet has told me, I know nothing of him. Only that he carries a weight on his shoulders that I feel would only destroy me if I knew the truth of it.
Sexual frustration is never fun, especially when the only release you can get comes in the form of batteries and a solo act, and believe me, there’ve been nights recently where Dexter Wilson has never been too far from my thoughts as I’ve slipped my fingers between my thighs. But having him here is creating a voltage that makes me breathless.
But then, in true Dexter style, he manages to say the words that snap me out of my daydream about every need my body is craving and bring me back to reality where our worlds are completely different and he assumes I’m something I’m not.
“Oh my God. There’s even a bloody chandelier. So, this is what Primrose Hill is really like for those living the high life.”
"Is there ever a time when you are not an arsehole?" I blurt.
His head lifts and he turns in my direction, confusion on his face. "Excuse me?"
I swallow the rest of my tequila and place my glass down the counter, ready to ask him to leave. "Thank you for bringing my purse, but if you’re going to start your judgment of how I live and what you think you know, Dexter then you can leave."
“Whoah, Blue, I'm just saying—"
"Save it. I’m not in the mood.” I step towards the end of the breakfast bar. “Just because you enjoy living in a home that has nothing inside doesn't mean you get to judge me on mine."
He stands abruptly, the muscles in his jaw flex as he growls, "I also came here to apologise."
I keep my voice level but the depth behind my words clearly tells him that he’s pushed me to far this time. "For which day? My first day when you snubbed me? The second when you did the same? When you constantly barked at me for asking questions? Earlier today? When, Dexter, huh?"
I mentally praise him for not losing his shit with me but that confuses me more than ever because I want to know why he hasn’t. Me on the other hand, I’m a mess of heat and heartache with the shit day I’ve had.
"I think you need to calm down."
He needs to go. I can’t have him here any longer standing there looking fucking gorgeous, composed as anything. It torments me and I can’t stand it.
Angry Dexter is hot. Calm Dexter is out of this world.
“Fuck you if you think you can come here and control my feelings because you can’t. You don’t get to tell me what to do. And you certainly don’t get to tell me how I should be feeling right now. Especially today.” I’m a hot mess. My heart pounds, my body trembles.
“As I said, I came here to apologise.”
“Then say it and go!”
His stare holds mine with so much intensity as silence falls between us.
Without a word, he finishes off the rest of his drink, takes two strides towards me placing the glass down on the counter and grabs my face with both hands before crashing his mouth to mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Dexter
She lets my tongue invade her mouth with an acceptance that makes my body roar with fire. The ghosts I’m surrounded by filters into the background, and all I can feel at the cor
e of my world is her, drawing me in deeper and holding me captive with the power of her existence. She tastes of innocence, the sweetness that makes her Pepper and everything I don’t deserve. My hands roam down her back and pull her hips closer so she can feel me against the thin fabric of her shorts. She tilts her hand back, breaking the kiss with a moan that grants my entire body with the permission I’m after.
She wants this.
“I like your way of apologising,” she whispers.
“This doesn’t make us friends.” I run my nose along her jaw, before placing a wet kiss against the sensitive part on her neck that has her entwining her fingers deeper into my hair, a whimper escaping her throat.
“That’s debatable.”
“How so?”
“I think you’re warming to me.”
My lips spread into a grin against her neck as I admit, “I think you’re trouble.”
“I think you like it.”
As I press her against the breakfast bar, her hands push my leather jacket off my shoulders for it to hit the floor before they make their way up under my shirt. The sensation of her touch causes my stomach to tighten, and I slip my tongue back into her mouth, needing more. The kiss is deadly, her tongue a weapon of beautiful destruction that’s laced with a drug that will leave me high while the memory of taking her body will be my biggest come down.
The woman drives me crazy in the most dangerous way. As I lift her onto the breakfast bar, her legs wrap around my waist, and I let her take control of the kiss as she devours my mouth like I know she’s been wanting to. The second she’d opened the door and I’d seen her in this skimpy little number, I’d gotten hard. The second her vicious tongue had started to lash out unexpectedly, I’d been aching to the point where I’d known I wouldn’t be going home until I’d made her fucking stop, and the only way to do that had been to pull her against me and kiss the living shit out of her.
This fucking woman, I feel, will be the death of me, and there’s no way in hell I’m going without either going down on her first or taking her with me. The sass that forever leaves her lips and has me constantly sporting an erection is about to be shut down once and for all when I fuck her mouth with my cock.
“Do you have any idea how fucking annoying you can be when you rant like you do?” I growl. I take her breast in one hand, teasing her hard nipple over the silky fabric of her top while my mouth covers the other. Her head tilts back and she whimpers my name. I’ve known the power I have over her, even in the midst of her going bat shit crazy on me. I’d been able to see the heat deep in her crystal blues the longer she’d stood there. I’d felt the space between us decrease by the second, pulling me in and taking all my self-control. She’d wanted me, but I could tell she’d been trying to convince herself that the barrier of words would be enough to stop herself.
“Coming from you that’s a little rich,” she breathes.
As I pull my shirt over my head, her lips press my torso immediately, planting wet kisses across my skin, her fingertips dancing over the ripples of my torso before her hands lower and begin to undo the buttons on my jeans.
I slip my fingers between her legs and tease her through the fabric of her shorts. The heat from her and how wet she is drives me wild, and I have to resist the urge to fuck her right this second and devour her pussy.
“You frustrate the shit out of me, Blue.”
I groan out when her hands wrap around my hard length. “You don’t sound frustrated right now.” The humour behind her words and the greediness of her hands has me rethinking how I want to take her. I can provide frustration as much as she gives.
The ache in my cock and my racing heart is a powerful mixture of sin and sex, but I’m not going to make this easy for her. I don’t see why I should when she’s turned my world upside down without any regrets.
As I take her hands away, she moans with disapproval but then with desire when I order her next move. “You want to know frustration?” I pull down her shorts so they fall to her ankles and her eyes dilate with hunger. “Sit on your hands and don’t move. If you do, I’ll stop.”
She does as I request, and I see the hint of delight in her crystal blues fade to anticipation.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re an arsehole.”
“Daily, but I’ve got a feeling you’ll remind me on the regular.”
Her loud gasp fills the air when I grab a fist full of her hair, tilting her head back so I have full access to her mouth. Grabbing her jaw with my free hand to part her lips, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, violating her with deep, relentless strokes. It’s raw, real and coated with the ferocity she’s made me feel since the very day I saw her. I’d been fine on my own—I still am—but this woman has stormed into my world and is making me question everything I thought I knew.
Keeping the grip on her hair, I drop my hand from her face, and without hesitation, I push a finger inside her. She’s hot, wet and the moan that escapes her only urges me on.
“How long, Blue?” I ask, breaking the kiss. “How long have you wanted this?”
“Since day one.”
She’s not the only one that’s wanted this, and for that, I’m going to make her wait a little longer. I tease her tight pussy a little more before removing all contact the second I identify her orgasm building.
“Dexter, please,” she pants in desperation, a craving in her eyes that has her body writhing beneath me. She’s so fucking beautiful like this. I long to taste her—long to find out if Pepper Livewell is sugar, spice and everything fucking sinful.
“What’s the matter, Little Blue?”
I trail my thumb over her clit with the lightest touch and her body bucks as her request comes out in a hiss when I pinch her nipple.
“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
My devilish grin spreads across my lips. Who would have thought this innocent-looking woman would be so erotic.
I shake my head. “You think I’m going to fuck you just like that when I know what your mouth is really capable of?” I lean in closer, her hot breath hitting my neck as my mouth brushes against her ear. Her chest rises and falls, my hand still in the grip of her hair. I circle the tip of my finger around her parted lips. “I want this pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, feeling every hit on the back of your throat while I fuck the sarcasm out of you.”
Her body shudders beneath my strength and her eyes slam shut—disapproval or need I don’t give a shit.
Tugging her earlobe with my teeth, I reveal my final request as I slip my finger into her pussy one more time. “On your knees. And don’t even think about touching yourself while you’re down there.”
She mutters under her breath but drops to her knees. I’m about to ask her what she said but every ounce of power leaves my body when her tongue covers the full length of my cock and circles the tip that’s glistening in pre-cum.
“Fuck,” I groan, having to hold onto the side of the breakfast bar for support.
She does it again before taking me right to the back of her throat as I ordered. Her hand covers the base, pumping me as she glides me in and out like a pro, all the while her other hand playing with my balls like she’s at the fucking circus.
My body burns with a new kind of heat as I grip the back of her hair, thrusting my hips to her movements. The moans that leave her are primal as she sucks me hard and wild. When her eyes flash up to look at me, I cave. The rush of tingles burn their way up my legs and pool in my pelvis and my balls tighten with an orgasm that’s about to fill her mouth with no shame. “Jesus, Blue… I’m going.”
The pretty thing takes every part of what I give her as my body is overcome with a sense of bliss, my mind conflicting with something else. I’ve had women, but this… this is different.
Needing these thoughts to simmer, I pull her up to stand and take her mouth in mine like I need her to help me breathe. Our tongues entwine, the taste of my release mixing with the sweetness of her. Without breaking the kiss, I lift
her by the waist and place her back on to the kitchen counter. My need to taste her is crazy.
“Dexter, please,” she pants against my ear as I kiss my way down her neck. I circle my tongue over the pulse that is going wild between her collarbone and grin against her skin when her body quivers under my touch as I tease her nipples with my thumbs. I’ve wanted to fuck her—I’ve wanted to take out of her what she’s given me—since the very day I laid eyes on her. I’ve wanted to punish her for confusing me with feelings I shouldn’t be having, but right here, hearing her beg, making her wait and watching her fall apart before I’ve even truly touched her, is everything more than what I was wanting to begin with. Seeing her on the edge of ecstasy like this is so much more pleasing to my twisted mind.
“Patience, Little Blue.”
“Says the guy who’s just had his orgasm.”
A chuckle rumbles from my chest, and the second I drop to my knees, her breathing becomes ragged. I place her leg up on the counter, the other over my shoulder to expose every inch of her vulnerability to me.
“Oh, how I’ve longed for this.” I blow on her wet bud before I dive in and run my tongue over her heat. She bucks her hips and her cries fill the space between us as I suck, lick and drive against her, listening to her beg me not to stop.
My God.
She tastes fucking divine, another punishment I’m going to ache for later when all I’ll see when I close my eyes is her.
“Oh, God...”
I don’t stop. I devour every part of her with my tongue and teeth as I push my finger inside and curl it, teasing that little spot that has her begging me for more, yet her hands push on my shoulders as though she can’t take any more.
When I pull her bud between my teeth, her body jolts and her scream breaks with her climax that fills my mouth.
My name spills out from her, over and over, and the feeling it stirs in my lower stomach is something I’ve never experienced before.
It’s never been like this. It shouldn’t be like this.
Unsure of this growing feeling she’s formulating but needing her more, I pull her off the counter and spin her around so her back is to me. Her head is low, her breathing still heavy and tattered as she comes down from her high. My heart is racing a mile a minute, and I have to fight the urge not to hold her against me as I close my eyes and let myself drift into the world of nothing but Pepper and the sensation that has captured me.