Page 71 of The Opposite of Romance
“Good. Because I won’t do it.” He stares at me for a long moment, releasing the drill from his hold. “You’re a hard-headed little thing, aren’t you?”
David used to tell me I’m hard-headed all the time, but he made it seem like an insult. Logan makes it seem like a challenge.
He closes the distance, now standing only a foot from me. His finger traces my cheek, and I shiver under his touch. “Should I show you, again, who I have my sights set on?”
Any principle or goal I had—to match him with a girl in her prime—evaporates into thin air, replaced by his closeness.
His scent attacks my senses, and I find myself saying, “Yes.”
His lips press to mine, rough and possessive. Like they want to erase every other thought from my brain. And they’re doing an amazing job.
“Why would I be looking at your little assistant,” he whispers into my mouth, “when it’s you I can’t stop thinking about.”
He nips my bottom lip with his teeth, and I let out a whimper, his words radiating through me. Pulling my head backward, he opens my neck to him, placing a long lick from my collarbone to my jaw. His hand in my hair turns rough as he takes a deep inhale. “When it’syourscent I can’t get out of my fucking nose?”
My mouth falls open on a gasp, but he continues with his exploration, setting me down on the finished part of the deck and pulling my hips right to the edge of the stairs. My chest heaves as he unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down my legs, along with my panties.
His eyes are midnight black as he stares at me from between my legs, so close I feel his breath on the sensitive flesh of my pussy.
“When it’s your pretty little cunt I keep tasting on my tongue,” is the last thing he says before that same tongue connects to my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant out, the sensation almost too much to bear.
His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me in place, like I would be dumb enough to escape this. He groans as he slips his tongue inside of me, before flattening it and dragging it over my clit. The textured surface is like heaven on my throbbing pussy.
“Take your shirt off,” he says, not an inch away from where I need him most. “I want to see you play with your tits while I’m eating you.”
I scramble to do as he says, too turned on to overthink being naked in the harsh sunlight. Once I’m fully naked, he gets back to business while I lift my hands to my breasts. The mere touch of my fingers makes me shiver. I’m desperate to come. I don’t care that my stretch marks are on display. I don’t care that he can probably count the number of stitches I got from my episiotomy. He’s devouring me like he will never get enough.
And it’s intoxicating. It’s a drug coursing my bloodstream, making my brain fuzzy and my body vibrate. It only takes a bite. A simple bite to my clit to make me groan out my orgasm, loud and untethered. My insides quake as spots of light dance in my vision.
What superpower does he have to make me come like this every single time?
As if reading my thoughts, he flashes me a devilish smirk before placing a soft kiss on my pussy.
“Hopefully, that settles it,” he says.
“Yeah…” I respond, though my mind’s too blurred to know what he’s talking about.
Not ready for this to end, I pull him up to me, smashing my mouth on his. My hands quickly find their way to his jeans, but he stops me. “No. Not today. This was for you.”
“Wha…” I say.
“I needed to remove those crazy thoughts from your brain. Not take advantage of your vulnerability.”
“What vulnerability?” My voice is soft and whiny like a child’s.
“Next time, Sadie. Next time, I’ll fuck you however you want. But I don’t want you setting me up with anyone. Is that clear?” His gaze leaves no room to argue, so I agree.
“Ok.”
“At least I got to see you enjoy the deck, even though it’s not fully finished.” He winks.
A giggle escapes me, my brain still fried.
I guess I was right, after all. This deck was life changing.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
