C H A P T E R E I G H T
Lincoln
She sighs.
And whimpers.
She is so fucking small it’s as if she’s a delicate porcelain doll in my grip. Somehow both hard and soft at the same time.
“Drop it,” I order when I finally wrangle my desire and find the strength to break our kiss. I note the slight tremble in her fingers and take a breath before adding, “Don’t be afraid of me, Kick. I’ll take care of you. I promise. I think you know that already.”
After what feels like an eternity, the white sheet she’s been clutching to her chest lowers. I’m standing at the edge of the bed, my dick as hard as iron, ready to tear into her. But I want more than just a fuck.
I want to savor her. In a way I’ve never wanted to before, I want to taste every moment. Fuck, I haven’t even rubbed one out for a couple years. I’d lost all interest. I guess I just figured that part of life wasn’t for me. Because fucking for the sake of fucking lost its appeal long ago.
But her.
Jesus.
There’s something in her that’s lighting up something deep down inside me.
I draw in a sharp breath as the pure white fabric catches for a split second on her hard nipples. The anticipation sends my heart thumping into my throat. More than anything, right now I want those tits in my mouth. I want to suck and taste them, to worship them with every moment of my being. Because they deserve to be on a fucking altar.
The light in the room darkens at the edges, and all I see is a halo of light surrounding her. Like a fucking angel sitting in the center of my bed, sent to me by God or by the Devil as a reward for my sins. I’m not sure yet which payroll she’s on, and I don’t much care right now.
“More,” I grunt as she pauses with the edge of the sheet hovering just above her belly button.
I step back a pace, just to let my eyes linger on her. Her bountiful breasts are offset by a classic nipped-in waist that’s only made more beautiful by the softness of her ripe belly.
Fuck, she has no idea what she’s doing to me.. All that lush softness. Her curves. Hips that cry out to be gripped hard and fucked.
For the first time in my life, I feel a pounding instinct to breed. And it has to be with her. It has to be with this woman. I need to send my seed deep inside her until the world can see whom she belongs to.
To tie her to me for eternity.
She laughs softly. “I bet this bedroom makes quick work of any marks you bring in here.” Her eyes meet mine, searching, needing reassurance, and it pulls on my heartstrings. It bothers her to think I might have been in here with anyone else, and it makes me feel wanted. Needed.
“I wouldn’t know. No one else besides the house staff has been in here. I rarely even sleep here. Sleep is not my friend, I’m afraid. If I get a couple hours a night in my office, I’m lucky.”
My words seem to give her what she needs. Her shoulders soften, a hitching sigh of relief stealing from her lungs.
She pushes the sheet farther down until it rests in a crumpled bundle at her toes. She’s sitting with her legs tucked sort of under her and off to the left. I notice the slight indentation just under her belly button from the elastic of her panties. Discomfort is like a scent upon her. I watch as she fusses with her hands, not sure where they belong
But I fucking know where they belong. Wrapped around my dick. Guiding it into the heat and soaking wetness of her pussy.
I need her to be mine. Forever. And for a split second, that thought darkens the world around me. Because in five days, I’m leaving, and that knowledge turns me to ice.
How can this be happening? I’ve been around this fucking town my whole life. And now this? Just when I have to leave?
I push the thoughts away, trusting that I will find a solution, because I can’t waste one second of this night. I want it all. Not just the sex. I want to make love to her, eat her, taste her, then fuck her. I want to know her and consume her thoughts and her heart. Make her part of me.
Then, when she’s spent and her eyes look to me for everything, I’ll pull her as close into me as possible and listen to her sleep. I want to watch her dream and pray that somehow, some way, I’ll be what she dreams about even if it’s only for one night.
“Lie back.” My voice is low, struggling to come out of my throat.
I see her chest rise with a deep, unsure breath, but her body obeys, arms moving to her sides, shifting against the bed and straightening her legs, laying all that luscious perfection back onto the heap of white pillows contrasted against the heaviness of the carved headboard.
“Jesus,” I grunt, feeling my stomach clench and my dick grow another inch.
There is an ache inside me, a pain of being, of existing, that should be uncomfortable. And yet, I don’t want it ever to go away. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. This woman was born for me.
I stuff my hands down into my pockets, stunned into silence by the view.
I’m not sure how long I stand there, just staring at her, but it’s long enough that her face loses the look of concern and turns into a vixen’s smile.
She’s no fool. She’s reading me just fine and beginning to understand the power she wields.
“Are you going to touch me? Or should I touch myself? Because I need to be touched.”
“I’m going to do far more than just touch you.”
I’m next to the bed in a second, leaning over, kissing her forehead as her hand drops the sheet, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my suit pants. The desire is plain in her eyes, and I know what she wants.
Because I want it too.
Us.
This. This connection. Turning into exactly what we were meant to be.
“You changing your mind about not fucking me, Kick?”