I move to slide off his lap, but he holds my hips with both hands, locking me in place. “I don’t sleep with men.”
“Good.” He grabs my ass. “But our first night together you slept with me.”
“You slept. I stayed awake.”
“Details. Wrap your legs around me,” he says a second before he stands and I’m forced to do what he asked to avoid falling.
“Wait, my clothes,” I say, watching the patio furniture disappear behind us as he carries me toward the house.
“I’ll get them for you in the morning.” He manages to open the door while holding me with one hand, closing it and locking it behind us. “This way, you can’t sneak out on me in the middle of the night.” There’s humor in his voice, but he’s spot on, I have every intention of sneaking out once he’s asleep.
He hits the stairs, taking two at a time as if I weigh nothing.
“You know, I can walk.”
He clears the last step and soon we’re in his room where he tosses me onto the bed. I feel the rumble of a giggle fighting it’s way out of my throat but I swallow it back. stunned I’m even capable of such a response.
Theodore towers over me with nothing but his wet boxer briefs clinging to his narrow hips and thick hard-on. His eyes are a dark promise of pleasure with a glint of danger. He grabs my ankle and pulls it with enough force that I fall to my back. He plants my feet far apart, as far as my hips will allow, then with a knee on the bed crawls over me.
“I thought you didn’t want to touch me because of my dad.”
The question makes him recoil. “Your dirty talk could use some work, Kitten.”
“So that’s it, huh? We’ll be each other’s indecent little secret?”
“It’s sex. It’s no one else’s business, unless you usually share who you’re fucking with your pops?”
Something in my chest deflates, but I don’t care enough to explore what or why. “Alright, so we keep our torrid affair to ourselves.”
“Great. Now, about the choking and the bruises you mentioned earlier.” He licks his lips as if the mere mention makes his mouth water.
I push up on my elbows, kiss him hard and bite his lip. “Do your worst.”
Spider
I lick at the broken skin on my bottom lip where Emery bit me and smile as a wave of lust washes over me. This woman is too good to be true.
I never imaged the type of woman I would end up with because I couldn’t fathom the kind of woman who would stick around once she really got to know me. If I’m being honest, the only kind of woman I could envision wanting me for the long term would have to be on drugs or crazy.
Emery isn’t on drugs, but I’d argue she’s not fully sane. Her short, polished nails rake down my back, leaving their sting behind. Her gaze fixes on mine, and shines with challenge.
“You’re not afraid of anything, are you?” I growl against her lips, plunge my tongue inside and swallow her answering moan.
She slips her hand between us and fists me hard. Almost too hard. “No.”
I hiss and arch my back. “Everyone’s afraid of something,” I say through my panted breath as she strokes me with an expert touch.
She doesn’t respond but to kiss me until my mind spins. I kiss her back because I don’t need to hear her voice her biggest fear, I’m beginning to think I already know it.
Emery is terrified of vulnerability.
She would rather die than appear weak or wounded. Probably the same reason she begs for rough sex. I wonder when the last time she let herself go unguarded was, and who with?
I pull back enough to rip her panties down her legs and when I move up to work on her bra I’m grateful to see she’s already taken it off.
Her pale, wet hair falls down around her shoulders and the moonlight through the window casts her in an eerie glow. I take a mental picture for creative purposes later then put a knee to the bed and grip her hips.
I roll her to her stomach and pull her hips back until she’s on all fours in front of me. I run my palm from her tailbone up her spine to her throat and wrap my hand around her delicate neck. A moan vibrates against my palm. I tighten my fist and a small gasp escapes her. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Spread your knees wider.”
She complies and I feel her pulse race against my hand.
With my free hand between her legs, I tease her until she’s pressing her ass against me and her arms can hardly hold her up. I grab a condom from my bedside, slip it on, and slam into her hard. Her upper body comes off the bed and I pull her back by her neck until her ear is at my lips. “You said bruises.”
Knees wide with me buried inside her, she drops her head back on my shoulder, her arms limp at her side, and she sighs as she gives me her full submission. “Please.”
I run my hand up her stomach to her breast and squeeze. “I’m conflicted, kitten.” I nuzzle her ear, lick and bite her lobe. “You’re begging for me to hurt you.”
“Yes,” she says on a moan.
“I’d rather torture you instead.” I pull my hips back, then forward, at an achingly slow pace until she purrs. I keep my hold on her neck, run my thumb along the sensitive spot under her ear. “You like it slow.”
“No.” Her inner muscles squeeze me.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth to maintain the slow pace. “You’re body says you’re lying.”
“Harder.”
“No.”
“Theodore, please—”
“No fucking way. Feels too good.” A voice in the back of my head questions what the hell I’m even doing. Get in, go hard, finish and leave happy. My usual motto deflates with a
