Page 33 of Taming
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I wake to the sensation of his tongue flicking against the base of my neck. The salacious dream becomes a needy form of reality. His mouth against my body washes away the memory from my mind entirely. I squirm against his weight until he starts to drift lower. The rough feel of his beard teases my flesh just right. Another worshipping kiss presses to my collarbone before Chaos’ hot breath fans across the top of my breasts.
Maybe I won’t sell them all. Maybe I’ll keep one of them for myself.
His teeth rake across my nipple from over my shirt, and I arch beneath him. My fingers fist his hair as his big palms push beneath my back to pull my aching bud fully into his mouth.
A moan shakes through me as my hips rock against his. I’m becoming entirely too attached to this one. We need space between us. Space is good.
I keep telling myself this over and over again even as I grind harder against his cock.
“Chaos—” He pushes the thin shirt away and his tongue swirls perfectly over my sensitive skin before sucking hard. “Oh my Goddess, Chaos. Wait. Stop.”
He tenses when I’m finally able to say what I know I need to say. He pulls back from me, waiting just as I instructed, but I can’t seem to remember at all why I said that damn word.
“Are you okay?” His tongue rolls across his lower lip, and once again, the urge to kiss him skims through my mind.
“Yeah.” My thumb brushes along the angle of his jaw. “I just have … a lot of stuff to do today. I—I probably need to go to town to buy more food. And we need to check to see if that mage showed up—” It’s not likely but I don’t mention that. “And I—I just don’t think we have time for sex.”
Who the fuck says stuff like that? No time for sex? There’s always time for sex.
Always.
But the terrifying attachment that’s pulling at my little heart is a feeling so strong it overpowers my urge to see how many times he could make me orgasm.
A lot. I bet it’s a lot.
Fucking emotions.
They always ruin all the good stuff.
“What if we skipped sex and I just went down on you?” It’s a testing question, like he knows how much I’m struggling to say no to him. Honestly, I want to feel that beard between my thighs more than I want my next breath.
“That—that is a good alternative.” I nod. He’s just so damn logical. Who am I to say no to someone so smart and rational?
And…
His tongue sears lower, flicking against my navel before raking his teeth hard across my stomach.
I love the way he makes me feel. I freeze with tension steeling my spine as that foul four letter word echoes on repeat in my head.
“Mmm, no. No, I don’t think there’s time for that. I’m sorry.”
Ugh. Let it be known, I stayed strong. Resiliently unbending.
My hands seem to have a mind of their own as I tell him no once more but push him down between my thighs.
“Low, I think maybe we should wait.” A smirk tilts his lips as my thighs tighten around his hard body. “As much as I want you right now, you seem to be … a little hesitant, and every time I fuck you, I want you relaxed. I don’t want whatever thoughts are in your head right now to be a distraction.” His big hands grip my thighs, and I nod to him. His palms glide against my skin. “I want you to want it.”
Why does he have to sound so sexy right now?
“You’re right.” Continuously, and stupidly, I nod to him.
“You want to go start those errands then?”
Another jarring nod. Seconds tick by.
“You’ve got to let go of my hair then.”
