Page 52 of Cursed Luck
Hers seemed to reach out, and she hoped she didn’t conjure any plants or flowers that would draw unwanted attention from his human neighbors.
His mouth descended upon hers. His teeth nipped her lips, and his tongue darted inside to greet hers. He moaned on an exhale.
The door behind her shifted, and she nearly fell on her ass. Edward lifted her into his arms before any harm could come to her. She took a hold of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, losing herself as he kicked the door shut.
Mia flicked her fingers, and the lock slid into place. He pulled back and smiled. “I really need to learn that spell,” he stated as he carried her farther inside.
She pressed her lips to his neck, her tongue darting out to taste him. “If you fuck me senseless, I promise to teach it to you.”
“Then it will have to wait,” he replied.
Mia drew back a second before he helped her to her feet. “Seriously? You know, I’ve never had anyone turn me down for sex—”
“They will from now on because no one else will touch this body but me,” he said through clenched teeth.
She pushed against his chest when he stepped closer. “You’re not making any sense! You won’t fuck me, but no one else can either?”
He took hold of her hand and placed it against his hard length. “Look what happens when you curse, baby. What else can that dirty mouth of yours say?”
She rubbed his length at the sound of his voice, rough with need. “You like my mouth? How about I get on my knees and get a taste?”
His dick throbbed against her palm, garnering the exact reaction she wanted. She wondered if he just wanted her to take control. Be fucked rather than do the fucking? Mia grinned. She could definitely get on board with taking control.
She grabbed the metal tab and dragged it down, feeling the vibration of each set of teeth releasing. Edward froze in place, only his eyes moving as his gaze penetrated hers. She slid her hand inside. “Commando… I like it,” she said and pulled him out.
She stroked him, taking in his silky and firm shaft before reaching its bulbous tip. It was sticky with precum, reinforcing the fact he enjoyed her touch as much as she did. After pumping him a few times, she bent her knees and lowered to the plush carpet.
Mia licked her lips and ran his tip along them. Her eyes focused on Edward, watching the muscles of his jaw clench with her touch. She took him in as far as she could, and Edward’s head fell back on his shoulders. Her fingers worked at the button and belt on his pants, then pulled them down his strong thighs a moment before he plucked her off the ground.
“Not like this,” he stated.
The backs of her knees hit something before she found herself laid on her back. The soft mattress cocooned her when Edward’s first knee hit the pillowtop material.
“Scoot farther back,” he demanded.
She moved quickly, grinning as he stalked over her before pausing to grab the ends of his pants and toss them aside. Mia reached down to grab a hold of him, but Edward was quicker. He pinned her hands above her head with one of his and cupped her cheek with the other.
“You’re more than I deserve,” he muttered and pressed a kiss to her forehead, temple, cheek, and finally her mouth.
The kiss was slow and deep. His erection pressed against her hip. They still wore far too many clothes for what she wanted to do to him.
Edward’s grip loosened as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. Mia slid her hands under his shirt and gathered the material. She raised it until his arms were in the way. Edward nipped her bottom lip before reluctantly ending their kiss so he could peel off the fabric.
Her fingertips ran along his chest, memorizing the feel of his skin and firm muscles. He was toned, each dip announcing he took care of himself.
“Much better,” she whispered, moving down his torso toward his straining dick. “I’m glad you changed your mind.”
He caught her wrist when her fingers passed his belly button. “Mia, I have no intention of fucking you senseless. I do, however, plan on making love to you.”
Chapter 23
The words slipped free without his permission.
He had not meant to bring up love in any shape or form, yet there he was, staring at a frozen version of his woman. Unable to expand on his words, he did the next best thing. He kissed her stupid.
Lowering his weight onto her, he trapped his dick between them. He found the bottom of her shirt and skimmed the smooth skin of her back until he touched her bra. With a practiced maneuver, he unclasped the cumbersome material and took her in hand.
Soft, firm, and a little more than a handful. Exactly how he preferred them. Then again, he doubted he would dislike anything on Mia’s glorious body. Pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled the sensitive flesh, enjoying the way she arched into him.
