Page 67 of Killer Confections
“I’m not ready,” I admit quietly, staring down at my plate.
When a hand covers mine, familiarity and a warmth unlike any other calming that aching part inside of me, I look up into pale blue eyes that bleed conviction.
“I’m still me,” he says. “A little rough around the edges now, but one-hundred percent me, baby. If you still want to wait, you take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You promise?” The question slips from me before I can stop myself. I sound desperate. Needy. But I don’t care.
His eyes crease as he soaks in my features and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Atlas
Loxley is still afraid to admit it’s me. Her reserves lie with the possibility of me not being who sheknowsI am, but maybe it’s something deeper.
I think she’s enjoying this little game we’re playing. I don’t mind giving her time, so long as she’s safe. I need to tell her about the syndicates, lay everything out on the table before we get too deep and she discovers everything on her own. I know she would prefer to hear it from me rather than some fucker who’s trying to hunt her down to get back at me.
But not now. There’s a time and place for everything, and right now, I’mstarving.
I set my fork aside before grabbing the seat of her chair and pulling her to me. Loxley’s eyes widen as I position her knees between my legs and pull her fork from her mouth. I toss it atop her mostly empty plate as I rub a hand over her knee.
“Done?” I ask, massaging my thumb into the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh.
She chuckles, “I guess I am now.”
“Good.” I bite before hooking my hands under her ass and lifting her from the chair. She squeals, her arms flailing, before landing on my shoulders to steady herself as her legs wrap around my waist. I use an arm to clear the table. The plates and utensils clatter to the floor, sending a sharp clanking sound through the dining room as I place her on the table’s top.
Loxley gasps, full dusky lips parting as she stares at mein heated shock. “My dishes—”
I cut her off with an expertly placed touch. My thumb pad massages into the apex of her thighs, skating over her clit. The material of her bodysuit is thin, and I have half the mind to scold her for not wearing any panties to the gym.
She moans, scraping her top teeth against her bottom lip as her chest heaves. She peers down at me as I sink to my knees, those deep brown depths piercing me with the same hunger I feel.
“Don’t be mad at me,” I beg quietly as I grab the fabric near her pussy and bunch it in my hands.
“Why would I—” She gives a sound of shocked surprise when I rip into her clothes, tearing a perfect hole for access. Her puffy folds, pink and glistening with curls a few shades darker than her hair beacon me and I lose all sense as my mouth waters. I waste no time lifting my mask and bunching it near my nose as I push my nose past her seam and l devour her like she’s a five-course meal.
Her sweet moans fill the dining room as her hands find my head. I push towards her clit before circling the bud and lavishing it with indirect touches. I’m gentle with her, remembering the teasing light sensation she prefers. Her tangy taste explodes on my tongue and my cock hardens as I become delirious with her responses. The way she tugs at my hair and the pleading moans spilling from her are a symphony of their own, filling me with a hunger and desire to make her soak me.
I grab her hips, pulling her flush with my face as I bury myself deep in her. “Fuck my face, baby. Come on. Use me.”
She whimpers before her hands go back on the table and she stares down at me, so wanton and desperate. Her hips lift and before I know it, she’s grinding into me, using my nose, mouth, tongue, whatever she can to take her pleasure. She’s coating me in her fucking juices and I never want to see the light of day again.
I could drown in her and still want fucking more.
I’m a greedy fucking bastard and shelovesit.
I groan into her, slicking a finger through her wetness and coating it before easing it down to the knuckle inside of her. She gasps as her pussy spasms around my digit, sucking it in deeper.
“Oh, god,” Loxley rasps, watching me with lust-filled wonder as I force her closer and closer to her release.
“No, baby,” I rumble, feeling something primal inside of me as I add another finger and stretch her tight pussy. “You’re my God and I’m just a worshiper. Do you take my offering? Am I doing good?”
Her breath hitches as she bears down. Her bottom lip quivers before her eyes slam shut, and she throws her head back on a scream. Her channel becomes impossibly tight, and I grit my teeth as I keep myself in control.
It would be too easy to push her onto her stomach and fuck her like the pretty little slut she is for me. But I know it’ll be worth it to wait. When we finally fuck, I want her to see all of me. I want her to see how fucking crazy she drives me with those little sounds. I want her to see how terrifyingly obsessed I am with her.
When she starts to shake and a little protest falls from her lips, I gently ease my fingers from her before pressing a light kiss to her pussy and pull back. My mask falls down and I let it, hiding as I lick my lips clean.
