Page 52 of The Last Thing
In half a breath, I have her pinned against the wall, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as I wrap my hand around the side of her neck and look into her eyes.
“Tell me not to do this.”
My mind dances with the reasons why I shouldn’t.
Sophia. Hallie works for me. We haven’t figured anything out between us.
But when her breath hitches and she doesn’t break the connection of our gaze, it’s impossible to care.
I want her. I want to be with her. I want to be the man who cares for her in every way. I’m determined to figure the rest out, to break her walls, to protect her heart.
But only if she’s okay with it.
“Tell me not to touch you and I won’t.” I dip my head, looking deep into her wildcat eyes. “Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
I freeze. “No?”
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
My mouth crashes against hers, and a whine of need escapes her.
I growl in response, lifting her off the wall and into my arms as I carry her to her bedroom.
“Tell me what you want, Hellion.” I set her in the middle of the floor and kiss up her neck. Her hand lands in my hair as she gasps.
“You. I want you. Everything.”
I step back and pull her shirt over her head, then the sinfully lacy little bralette she’s wearing.
Her perky pink tits are fuller now, and I can’t wait a second longer to have my mouth on them.
As I push down her tiny little shorts, I lick and flick at her nipple with my tongue, then switch to the other, teasing and tasting her as she moans.
“Climb on the bed,” I mutter, reluctantly lifting my mouth off her.
She does, eyes on me the whole time as I pull my shirt over my head and drop my sweats to the ground.
I reach into my boxer briefs and stroke myself, groaning loudly.
“Deck,” she whines.
“You need something, Hellion?”
I drop my boxers to the floor and climb onto the bed, taking in her glistening pussy.
Slowly, I drag two fingers up her center, and when I get to her clit, she nearly launches off the bed.
“Sensitive?” I lean down to kiss her stomach.
“Yes. So sensitive.”
I move my kisses down until I’m hovering above her clit, then I lift her legs and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Yes,” she cries.
Damn. She’s so sensitive. I’m barely going to get to play. But I guess there’s always round two.
