Page 7 of The Man in Mom's Bed
I sit up, taking her with me, wrapped in my arms.
But then suddenly, my mouth is on hers, my tongue searching hungrily with harsh demand. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop myself. I’m fixated on whatshetastes like, and when she kisses me back with passionate enthusiasm, my last functioning brain cell evaporates.
I pull back and stare at her gorgeous face, watching her pupils dilate. I press her hips down and grind up between her legs so she can feel my arousal for her, and when I see the tremble in her eyes and feel the shiver move down her spine, it’s like bliss.
I slip a hand up her—my—shirt and cup her right breast. Soft perfection in my rough palm. My cock pulses with desire, throbs with lust. But beyond that, my mouth is practically watering like a dog in heat.
Her tiny moans wreck me, so sweet and desperate. She snatches my shirt with both hands as she straddles my waist, all that soft and innocent warmth pressed against my sin. I’m drowning in her. Being reborn in the sweet inexperience of her mouth.
She kisses back with passion as I wrap my fists in her hair, angling her head so I can get my tongue deeper, devour her the way I’ve been dreaming about at night on the couch. She kisses me back like she’s been starving for this too. Little does she know what more I have planned.
I slide my other hand up her smooth thigh. I’m normally a pretty laid-back guy, but Katie has me on fire. And when I feel her panties soaked with her own arousal, I nearly lose all control.
“Christ, baby, you’re hot for me too—”
And that’s when it happens. Just saying those words to her causes reality to crash back onto me like a cold bucket of water.
This isKatieI’m kissing, Mercedes’ daughter. I’m supposed to protect this girl, take care of her. Not corrupt her. She’s the one pure thing in my life, and I’m clawing at her like an animal.
I tear my mouth away and lift her off my lap. The loss of her is like losing a limb.
“Cam, wait—” she mews, but I shake my head.
“No. We can’t. This was a mistake—a mistake that can’t happen again.”
“You’re callingmea mistake?” she counters. Christ, she’s smart. Cunning. She reaches for my arm, but I jerk away like her touch might burn my skin.
“You’re barely eighteen, Katie. And you’re Mercedes’ daughter. I’m—” I cover my hands with my face, trying to find the words to describe myself.
Too old, too hungry, too damned…
“What?” she asks, challenging me in a defiant way that makes me want to snatch her up and mark her with my teeth so no other man can have her. “The only man who has ever truly looked after me? Ever really cared about me?”
“Stop.”
“The only man I have ever thought about in this way?” she continues.
“Stop!”I snap with a growl that causes her to freeze. My breath is heaving like I just ran ten miles. I am losing control. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re too young.”
“I’m old enough, Cam. I’m legal.”
I see her wearing my name, my mark, and it terrifies me.
I’m standing now, but Katie is on her knees in front of me, filling my head with a tsunami of dirty thoughts.
“Go to your room, Katie.”
“No.” Her eyes flare. So fucking sexy. Those lips, wrapped around my cock—
“Now,” I growl.
“Make me,” she counters, just like a little girl.
I could just throw her over my shoulder and carry her back into her room and show her just who she’s messing with. The thought alone has me so hard I’m about to explode in my pants.
Instead, I do the only thing left to do. I leave.
I grab my coat and am out the door before she can respond, through the night air and into my truck. As I pull away, I see her rushing outside after me, but I don’t stop.
