Page 24 of Seven is Swell

I look around and remember where we are. “Okay maybe notnownow. Come over for dinner? We can spend time together and I’ll cook for you, and I’ll continue to apologize. As much as it takes until you believe it and hear it.”

“I can do that.”

The fact that she doesn’t add any teasing barb or sarcasm tells me that she's as serious about this as I am. But how many times can I feel serious about this before it sticks?

???

When we make it to my house, it takes everything in me not to throw her against the wall and say to hell with cooking her a proper meal. But respectable treatment is what she needs, what she deserves, and that’s what she’s going to get. So, I make sure to breathe deeply and force myself to focus on what I need to get out of the fridge for dinner.

Except she’s not having it.

I barely have the dead bolt closed before she’s pouncing on me, grabbing me by the head and pulling me down until I'm curling over her a bit, making my balance questionable but making me really goddess damned happy.

I collect all of the preconceived notions of what I’m supposed to do in a relationship, and I throw them out the window. I’m going to take my cues from her and just go with what feels good, what sounds good, what I want in this moment.

In this moment? What I need is for her to— “Bend over the arm of this fucking couch and show me what's mine.”

“Interesting way to apologize, but I accept.”

“Pants off, Delaney.Now, you brat.”

She scoffs and then starts driving me absolutely batty by removing her shirt and bra as slow as humanly possible.She slips off her cute blue high tops and makes a show of putting them on the shoe rack carefully, bending over provocatively while she does, so I can see her bare breasts swing and bounce while she moves.

I growl at her in response. “Now, Delaney.”

“Sheesh. Bossy, bossy.”

Next her jeans are off and she's standing before me in nothing but a purple lace pair of panties, which she chooses to leave on for now. Brave choice.

I take a step closer to her, pleasantries and good intentions so far beyond the scope of what I'm capable of imagining it's laughable.

My chest feels like it's heaving with every damn breath I take, filling my lungs with the intoxicating scent of juicy cherries and woman. “I believe I told you to bend over.”

She finally complies, arching her back as she lets her torso have a controlled fall onto my couch. I have the mental clarity to take a picture of her and send it to August and Jackson so they'll know I've got her, then I ditch my clothes and try to leash my lion.

“If I go too rough, you need to tell me to stop. My lion is about to get involved and he’s foaming at the mouth to get access to you. Do you have any limits?”

“Edging. If you edge me, I swear to the goddess I will castrate you.”

“Denying you pleasure is the furthest thing from my mind. Anything else?”

“I’ll tell you if you do something I don't like.”

“Good girl.”

She rolls her eyes, so I smack her ass, then I fall to my knees and bury my face between her ass cheeks. The lace is a bit rough on my skin, butfuckher scent is addictive.

“I told you to undress. You left these on why?”

I snap the band of her panties lightly against her skin, watching goosebumps trail in the wake.

“Had to give you some sort of resistance now, didn't I?”

“Sweetheart, I think I'm making plenty of that on my own. If you have any intention of keeping these panties in one piece, I suggest you reach behind you and remove them from your body. Otherwise, I'm shifting my claws out and shredding them off of you. Keep your body where it is.”

She shakes very slightly as she reaches behind her, awkwardly slipping the sopping fabric over her hips and doing this sexy wiggle until they fall down her calves. She steps out of them and gets into the exact same position, but I want better access. “Feet apart. I want to see that pretty cunt leaking.”

She lets out a breathy moan as she once again complies, her feet near straddling the width of my couch. With every part of her on display I bury my face back into that sweet spot, shoving mytongue as far inside of her as I can go. My tongue wants to scoop out all of the deliciousness her body is making just for me, and I start to lap it up, but I can't keep up with how wet she becomes. For every drop I lick, it feels as if 20 more take its place.

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