Page 69 of For Wrath and Redemption
When the door slams shut, I start to count. I force myself to go slow, but as soon as I get to one-eighty, I’m springing out of the pool and darting for the door.
Fuck, please let her want this. If she’s changed her mind, I will die.
It takes a year to get back to the suite. I fling the door open and head straight for the bedroom. Claire whips around to face me, a towel clutched to her naked body. I grin.
“Well?” I ask, the need obvious in the single syllable. She doesn’t answer, so I take three more steps toward her. “You’re usually such a mouthy little thing, Trouble. Did you lose your voice between here and the pool?”
Her eyes narrow just like I knew they would, then she tilts her head to the side and drops her gaze to my hard cock. The wet boxer briefs do nothing to conceal it. I keep my attention trained on her face so I can see that blush creep up her neck. It only makes me harder.
“Words, Claire. Words.”
She flicks her eyes back to mine. “Take them off.”
I grin and do as she commanded, kicking the sopping wet cotton to the side of the room. I place my hands on my hips and watch as she surveys my whole body. Then she drops her towel.
I’ve never known temptation like this.
Standing in front of a naked Claire Davis, wanting her like this, but forcing myself to remain still. I’m a bull at a bullfight, waiting impatiently for the gate to open, and she’s my red flag. I’d charge her right now if I could.
“I’ve never...” Her lips purse as she glances back at my face. “I’ve never been with someone that...size.”
Pride surges inside me before it’s extinguished by jealousy. By rage. I don’t know all of her exes, but I know one. It makes me want her more just to fuck them both up. My head is such a mess, a cage fight of conflicting emotions battling out inside my skull.
I want her. I want to hurt her. I want to hurt my father. I want to light our pasts on fire so I can keep her for myself, knowing damn fucking well that it’s impossible.
I force my expression into placidity and give her another truth. “I’ll be gentle.”
She nods, then walks backward until her thighs bump the mattress. I grit my teeth and watch as she slides onto the bed, stretches her legs out in front of her, and lies back on the pillow. Then she raises her arm and crooks her finger at me.
I charge.
“Spread your legs,” I command as I kneel on the mattress.
The words bring memories of Lisbon. When she obeys, all I can think about is the way she tasted on my tongue. The way she felt squeezing my fingers.
I lower myself between her thighs and inhale. Lavender and sugar and sex. I take her tiny clit between my lips and suck hard just to hear her gasp. Her hips lift off the bed, so I reach around her legs and press my arm to her pelvis, pinning her into the mattress. The only way I’m letting her free now is if she asks me to.
I lick her up and down, reveling in her taste, in the way she tries to pulse her pussy against me. She’s whimpering and squirming. It’s so fucking hot that I flex my ass and press my cock into the mattress.
“I will dream about this pussy.” I pull back as I watch my fingers slowly push inside her. “Fuck, the way you’re swallowing me up.” I crook my fingers, rubbing that spot inside her that makes her moan. “You have no fucking idea what this does to me, Claire. You have no fucking idea.”
“More.” She tries to move on my hand. “More, Jonah.”
“More? Yeah?”
“Yes. More.”
My grin doesn’t leave my face as I flick my tongue over her clit. Igraze my teeth on it just to hear her cry out. When I look up her body, her eyes lock with mine, and my tongue moves faster.
“Oh, Jesus. Oh my God.” Her hands are clutching at her tits. She’s trying so hard to move, to fuck my face, but I pin her down harder. “I’m so close.”
I suck one last time on her clit. I wait until I feel her pussy pulsing around my fingers. Then I release her and rise back onto my knees. I leave her wanting. Her brows scrunch, full lips turning into a pout, and I laugh.
“You’ve got to earn it.” I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke. “How will you earn it, Trouble?”
She sits up and crawls down the bed toward me. The way she arches her back, sticking her ass into the air. She’s doing it on purpose. I know it. I reach over her body and smack one perfect ass cheek. She gasps, and I laugh.
“Are you going to suck it or stare at it?”
