Don't Promise (Don't 3)

My eyes lit. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”

She shook her head.

I bit her lip, before digging the tips of my fingers into her flesh. Every single part of her felt so fucking good.

“What?” Her ragged breath whispered over my ear.

“You need somebody, Jules. Somebody to worship this body. Someone who knows how to make you feel good. Someone to take care of you tonight.”

I pried her legs apart, sliding my hand between her soaked panties. I groaned. God, why did she have to be so wet? I wanted to prove something to her, but it was going to be impossible. Could I actually not fuck her?

“But I promised you the guestroom.”

“You did.” She wiggled her hips and I slid my fingers inside her. She hissed with pleasure. She rode up and down as I pumped hard and fast.

“But I also told you I’d take care of you.” I grabbed her breast through the fabric of her shirt while I curled my fingers deep in her.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

She clenched with intensity and I felt her honey coat over me as I moved to rub her clit. The first stroke made her flinch and then she bounced and gyrated, grinding into my thumb. Riding the friction I gave her.

My cock hardened inside my jeans. Fuck. She was killing me. I watched her as the ecstasy pulsed through her. I reached toward her jaw, jerking her lips to mine. I kissed her fiercely.

“Here’s what I’m going to do.” She looked into my eyes as I spoke. “I’m going to carry you into that guestroom and I’m going to take you out of these clothes. Strip you fucking naked. And then you’re going to crawl on that bed and spread your legs so wide for me, baby. Wider than you’ve ever had them. I’m going to suck your swollen clit into my mouth and flick my tongue along it as I shove my fingers into you over and over until you are screaming my name so loudly the neighbors above us and below us are pounding on the floor.”

“Oh God,” she whispered.

“And then, when you beg me to stop I’ll give you one more orgasm. One that will make all the others seem like they were warmups. One that will let you sleep soundly the rest of the night naked and wrapped up in my arms. But I’m not going to fuck you. Not tonight. You understand?”

She nodded quickly.

“Good.”

I scooped her off the floor and carried her down the hall. I had a promise to fulfill.

16

Julie

Hawk didn’t have to convince me or even seduce me. But I didn’t want to tell him that. Everything he said on the living room floor was exactly what I wanted to hear. There was a throbbing ache inside me. It had started the night in the bar we had been interrupted and had grown to epic proportions every time I saw him.

Tonight. Finally, tonight I would be healed.

He pushed open the door with his foot. The room was dark. He set me on the floor, and I tried to adjust to the lack of light when I felt his rough hands on the front of my blouse. He unbuttoned the shirt and carefully slid it off my shoulders. My bra was unclasped and on the floor in seconds.

He worked methodically, doing exactly what he said he would do. He reached behind me, finding the zipper on my skirt and tugged until the fabric fell from my hips. I shivered when his thumbs hooked under the band of my panties and dragged them over my legs and to my ankles. I stepped one foot and then another without saying a word.

I walked to the bed and laid back on the cool comforter. I felt as if I were in a trance. Some kind of sexually charged dream. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I couldn’t believe I would walk out the door either. He offered me something I wanted. Something I needed. Something I craved.

I heard Hawk breathe heavily as he crawled toward me.

I gasped when I felt his hands yank my feet to his shoulders, but the alarm turned to bliss when I felt his tongue dip between my folds.

I grabbed at his hair, searching for more of a connection.

He sucked harder, the more I tugged, and then he plunged inside me. I bowed off the bed, lost in pleasure.

“Oh, Hawk,” I whispered.