Page 19 of Blackbeard
Leigh shrugged off her jacket and let it drop to the floor. Then she gave an exaggerated yawn and stretched her arms over her head. Her tits bunched up, threatening to spill over the scooped neckline of her top. Mounded, creamy, and full, those tits were a teenage boy’s wet dream and a grown man’s nirvana.
Fuck. If she wanted to play dirty, I could give her a run for her money. Keeping my hands off Leigh would frustrate the hell out of her. Which was a tempting thought.
But this sexual tension between us had been simmering to a boiling point ever since we met before the shootout. Part of me wanted to give in, to indulge that primal desire to be inside her, to stretch her open with my cock and taste her as she came. It would be a fitting way to finish off the chaos of the last few hours.
As if reading my thoughts, Leigh cracked one eye open to peer at me with a smile, slow and cat-like.
“Aren’t you going to take me to the master bedroom? I need my beauty sleep.”
Goddamn it. I rubbed my aching shoulder, the texture of the gauze palpable through the fabric of my sleeve. The pain killers I’d popped a few hours ago were beginning to wear off and it burned like fire.
Say no,a voice in the back of my mind warned.Walk away. Sleep on the couch and stay the fuck away from her for your own good.
I stepped forward, closing the gap between us. Leigh’s green eyes tracked my movements as I approached.
I braced my hands on the wall, barricading her from escape. The heat radiating between our bodies was scorching to an unbearable degree.
“You barely put up a fight in your apartment,” I whispered, low, nearly kissing her mouth.
Leigh tipped her chin up, ghosting her lips against mine with the earthy afterburn of whiskey.
“Maybe I welcomed the company.”
I closed my eyes, filling my lungs with a deep, damning breath of her perfume—smoky, with a hint of salt, and bruisingly-sweet over-ripe plums.
The words were barely out of her mouth when I hooked two fingers into her belt and tugged, spinning her around. I pressed up against her back, pinning her face-first against the wall as I molded my body to hers.
Leigh gasped. She pushed her ass back, grinding against my throbbing cock. I brought my mouth close to her ear, rutting my straining bulge along the cleft of her ass.
“This is what you’ve been begging for, isn’t it, princess?”
She bit her lower lip, planting her hands on the wall for more leverage.
“Don’t act as if you aren’t enjoying yourself," she said. "I can tell that’s not a gun in your pocket, so you must beveryhappy to see me.”
I gripped the back of her neck, sliding up into her hair and twisting her locks around my fingers.
“That sarcastic mouth is going to get you in trouble one day,wife,” I said, biting off that last word.
Leigh hummed a laugh.
“My sarcastic mouth got you hard as a rock in the first place,husband. Admit it, you’d be bored with a demure woman who never challenged you, never made your blood boil.”
Fuck, she was so goddamnaggravating.
I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them down to reveal her black lacy thong. My breath caught in my throat at the dark fabric framing her milky white cheeks. A younger man with less control than me would have folded at the sight of her and completely lost his addled mind.
I smoothed my palm over the slope of Leigh’s ass, savoring the way she squirmed for more. She knew she had a hot body, knew how to use it to her advantage.
Then I cracked my hand against her ass hard enough to leave a red welt that had to sting.
Leigh flinched and swore, shoving her jeans down further to widen her stance. But she’d have to take off her boots and her pants if she really wanted to spread her legs for me, and neither of us had the patience for that. Her pussy was probably sopping wet by now, walls desperately pulsing around emptiness, aching to be filled.
“Do you know why I broke into your apartment, princess?” I murmured against the back of her neck.
She was so hungry, so turned on that I could feel her trembling, pinned between me and the wall.
“To teach me a lesson,” Leigh said, turning her head to speak. “To make my father pay after his club shot up your brother’s garage.”
