Page 7 of Sucker
“But you’re not a girl anymore.”
“No. But you’re still the man who took from my father.”
His brow lifts and he stops a few feet away. “Is that what he told you?”
I jut out my chin. “He said you took everything from him.”
He chuckles then steps closer and pinches my chin between his fingers. “The only thing I plan on taking is you.”
My eyes flash but I don’t even get a chance to gasp before his mouth is on mine and my world spins out of control.What the hell is happening here?
Landon
In the blink of an eye, I have her against the wall, my forearms on either side of her face as I stare into her wide and frightened eyes. I’ve scared her, come on too strong too fast, and I’m struggling to hold back even now.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, swallowing hard. I can feel her chest heaving up and down, so close to mine.
“I don’t know.” I inhale her springtime scent. “Do you want me to stop?”
She takes a sharp breath. “I don’t know. I’m supposed to hate you.”
I lean in and press my lips against her forehead, needing the contact as I speak. “I could never hate you, angel. You’re so fucking perfect and special. In all my years, I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you right now.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening here. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.” She gasps, and I know I’m pressing my cock into her thigh, but if I step away, this moment ends and reality begins.
“What was supposed to happen, angel?” I lower my face, my nose resting next to hers, our lips touching. She makes a tiny sound that makes my cock jump. “Answer me.”
“I…” she starts, and I feel her tongue snake out to wet her lips, and groan.
I can’t hold back anymore and let one hand slide down the wall and wind my fingers tightly in her hair, tugging her flush against me. Then I take away her ability to speak, crashing my mouth into hers. I tilt her head, dipping my tongue inside her timid mouth. She answers with tiny movements at first, before she softens in my arms and moves her tongue in hungry strokes. There’s a surge in my shaft, and I feel like I’m about to blow in my pants. I’m a forty-one-year-old man, and I have never felt this out of control.
The sheet falls to the floor as she wraps her arms around my neck and digs her fingers into my hair. She’s so sensual and willing, and I groan again, reaching around to her ass, squeezing two handfuls before I lift her off her feet.
She squeals and laughs. “This is definitely not what I expected.” Her legs wrap around my waist and her core presses against me. Damp. Ready. I can feel the heat of her through my pants.
“Fuck. There are so many things I want to do to you.” I sit her on the surface of my desk and grind myself into her exposed core.
“Tell me,” she gasps. “I want to know.”
“I want to claim you. I want to bury my face between your legs until you scream out my name. I want to fuck you while I pull your hair. I want to suck on your tits and finger your ass. I want to make you come so hard you see stars behind your eyes. I want my cock so deep inside you that you feel me with every step you take for days after. I want my cum to run down your thighs when you stand. I want to brand you, own you, keep you.”
“Holy fuck,” she gasps, trembling in my arms.
“Does that frighten you? Is what I want too much?”
“No,” she says, meeting my eyes. Hers are normally light brown, but now they’re deep and almost black with desire. Her fingers slide along my collar before pulling at my tie as she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “I think that’s just enough.”
Willa
Is what I want too much?There’s those two words again—too much.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve beentoo muchfor someone. They’re words that have beaten me down and made me feel like I was the exact opposite, less than. Now there’s a man, who admittedly is the last man on earth I ever expected to evoke desire in me, but it’s somehow happening and he’s uttering those same words—am I too much?
No, Landon. No one is too much. It’s the rest of the world who isn’t enough.And on this Valentine’s Day in my twenty-first year, I am finally going to be enough. Even if it’s just this once.
“And what if I want more?” he asks, pulling his tie over his head and dropping on the floor.
My breath hitches. “Then you’ll have to take it.” I’m inexperienced and out of my depth, yet I want everything this man can give me. I know I came here seeking retribution for my father, but first, I want something for myself. I want to belong to someone on the most romantic day of the year. Just once. Just once.
