Page 64 of Obsession & Oath

She turns to me with a sly smile as we approach the doors. “I was thinking that I could use somecompanybefore bed.”

I pause for a second, my pulse picking up. I don’t need to be told twice. I swallow the desire threatening to spill out and look at her.

“Only if you’re sure,” I say, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

She smirks at me, stepping closer. “I’m sure.”

And as I follow her up the stairs to her room, all I can think about is how badly I want her. How badly I’ve wanted this, wantedher, since…fuck, maybe the moment I first laid eyes on her.

Unlike the night before, Carmen loses all hesitation the second we cross the threshold of her room.

She’s in my arms before the door even slams closed.

It’s more intense than before, likely because her confidence has increased. There’s a sureness to her lips, the way she delves her tongue into my mouth like she knows exactly what kind of pleasure she wishes to draw out.

There was a time for gentleness and reassurance.

Now, there’s an insatiable need formore.

“I want you to fuck me properly,” she murmurs between filthy, biting kisses. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

It’s so very amusing to think I once thought of her as a little virgin princess.

“And here I thought I was the perfect gentleman asking you on a date.”

“We both know your courting methods are more unorthodox than that.”

If only to prove her point, I spin her around, pulling her back flush to my chest with an arm tight around her waist. My other hand tangles in her curls and pulls her head to one side—exposing the beautiful expanse of her neck.

“Tell me where you want me,” I ravage the skin I find there, moaning as Carmen bucks backward into my hardening crotch.

It might have been an accident, but when she hears the sound, she does it again. And again.My princess is a quick study.

“I would have let you take me in that fucking cafe,” she breathes. “I would have let you bend me over the counter.”

“You’d let me show you off like that?” I ask as I unwind my arm from her waist to press into her abdomen, encouraging the movements of her hips, helping her find a rhythm as she grinds back onto me.

“I think you like to make a statement.”

Fuck. “And who says I have any intention of sharing you with anybody else?”

“I wouldn’t be anyone else's but yours.”

It’s like she knows exactly what to say to break down every ounce of my self-restraint.

With a low growl, I let my hands wander further down, shamelessly cupping her sex as she whines out her encouragement. It takes no time at all to slip under her skirt, to seek out her wetness.

She arches as I touch her there, her neck bending back against my shoulder and allowing me perfect access to her collarbone.

“Touch me, please. Touch me.” Her voice is delightfully breathless as I sink a finger inside of her, teasing her open for a moment before slipping in another—earning me an Italian curse that sounds more like a prayer.

The intense pressure of my jeans against my crotch threatens to steal my vision entirely as I realize she’s pressing back into my hand with reckless abandon.

“Fuck. Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers. I could watch you do this all day.”

Carmen arches again, impossibly closer, lips grazing my ear. “I want more than your fingers.”

With a growl, I wrench my fingers out of her despite her mewling protests and spin her around to face me, wanting her closer,needingher closer.

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