Page 109 of Seven Year Itch
“No, dammit. Not until you listen to me.”
“What?”
I exhale to contain my tension, my hand sliding down to her neck as I hold her possessively, forcing her to hear the words from my lips. “For the past fucking month, I can’t think of you without getting hard. But for once in my whole damn life, I cared about more than just sex. I cared about making you feel special. I cared about watching you shine. I cared about my family and friends seeing you in your element because I was proud as fuck of you. So proud I felt smug... like... look at this chick I get to call mine. Be fucking jealous, universe.”
Her brows furrow as she tries to look away, but I clutch her jaw, holding her eyes as her breathing picks up pace.
“But make no mistake, baby,” I murmur while pressing my fingers into the back of her neck to angle her face up at me. Mythumb lifts and drags down her pouty lower lip, a harsh breath escaping her lungs as I add, “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night long. On the drive to your house I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you the moment you stepped out of your house. And I desperately wanted to fuck you when you were on that stage making your big speech. You, Ace. It’s all about fucking you, because despite being a pain in my ass, you are all I want.”
I pause, releasing her jaw as our eyes hold each other with a million unspoken words.
“If you want me to go home tonight, I will. If you’re done with me, that’s fine. But if it’s up to me, I’d rather you just sit on my face until I leave this great magnificent world because I can think of no better way to go.”
Her serious expression morphs into one of irritation as her eyes roll to the roof of my car. “You are so dramatic.”
She shoves me away, and the tension in my shoulders instantly lifts as I lean on the console and hit her with my dazzling smirk. “I learned from the best.”
She glares at me while fighting back her own smirk that makes my cock hard. “Just drive the truck, Tomcat.”
A smug smile spreads across my face as I put the car back in Drive. “You got it, Karen.”
Dakota
“Take off your clothes for me,” Calder commands, his voice deep and husky in the dim lamplight of my bedroom. “But do it slowly.”
My heart flutters in my chest as I turn on my heel and offer my back to him. “Little help here?”
He chuckles, and his breath is heavy as he steps up behind me and slowly drags my zipper down. The cadence of it in this moment is one of the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard.
When he’s done, he walks around me and sits down on my bed.He ditched his suit coat and shoes downstairs, and now he’s before me in his black slacks and white dress shirt. He slowly loosens the tie around his neck, his legs spread wide as he stares expectantly at me. “Now strip.”
I jump slightly, my nerves tingling as I ease my dress down my shoulder. It’s a tight, formfitting fabric, but luckily it has stretch, and I manage to wiggle it down over my hips. I kick out of it and stand in a pair of black panties, a black strapless bra, and my heels before this inky mountain man.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He lets out a deep, audible noise while his eyes score over my entire body and cause heat to flood into my core. He stands up and walks toward me, reaching out to brush his fingertips along my belly as he circles me. Goose bumps follow in his wake and my entire body vibrates toward a needy ache right between my legs which is all his damn fault after those heated words in his truck.
I can’t think of you without getting hard.
Make no mistake, baby. I’ve wanted to fuck you all night long.
You are all I want.
Those words alone are the best aphrodisiac. Not to mention the way he held my neck—as if he couldn’t help but control me.
I could melt into the floor just thinking about it.
His breath is hot in my ear when he whispers, “Do you think you’re beautiful?”
I twitch at that question. I know what my answer should be. It should be a resoundingyes. I just gave an acceptance speech about confidence. And after what Calder just said to me in his truck, the wordyesshould tumble out of my lips without pause.
Yet, the word doesn’t come.
Calder growls as he steps up behind me, his fully clothed body brushing against my sensitive flesh. “Do you feel this?” he asks, pressing his groin into my back.
The hard ridge of his cock digs into me, and I gasp as the yearning shoots straight to my core.
“You do this to me. No one else.” He grabs my hand and pulls it behind me to grip his shaft. My fingers squeeze his hard length as I rub him over his pants, my body trembling with need.
I want more. I want skin on skin, I want him inside of me, wrapped around me, everything.
