CHAPTER 12
Addler
Her scream fills the air. I bite back the urge to laugh out loud at her surprise.
Holding onto her as I roll, I manage to set her down facing me, without taking a knee to the jewels.
“There we go. This is better.” Now we’re on one side of the bed, sharing the same pillow, facing each other. “Much better.”
I was going to stick to my original plan, keeping her off-balance. So far, it seems to have worked. She doesn’t know what to expect, and I’m enjoying myself too damn much to stop. After all the grief I had to put up with because of Elena Santos, this is more than justified.
“Addler…”
But it turns out, I like the way she says my name when she’s breathless. Then there’s how she clings to me when she’s surprised. Hell, I might have to think up a few more ways to surprise her, if this is how she’s going to react. Strange, because I’ve always preferred to sleep alone. Something about a guy my size needing to share a standard-sized bed. Now, suddenly, the fucking mattress is too big.
“I thought you were falling asleep,” she whispers.
“Not yet.” She shifts, and I cup her waist, stretching my leg so I move it up between her knees. “Need to find a comfortable spot first.”
“Oh…” Again, one of those breathless moments.
My cock’s been hard throughout the tour of the house. Every room stoked my imagination. Where could I stretch her out, bend her over, or brace myself as I fucked my beautiful companion? Having her here now is a torture I hadn’t anticipated.
We’re inches away from each other, her scent an intoxicating enticement. I’m not kissing you, Addler. I should ignore her words and take those tempting lips. To satisfy the urge to discover the wet recesses of her mouth. I want to draw one of her sighs and swallow down the essence of her like a decadent morsel.
But there are so many ways to use her words against her. I run my lips along the line of her jaw, nuzzling the spot at the column of her neck. Her skin turns to a mass of goose bumps under my palm. She sighs, her body relaxing until her breasts brush my chest.
Ahh, now there’s my weakness, the temptation that’s leading me down this forbidden trail. I wasn’t going to touch her. This is about keeping her off-balance…though, at the moment, the reason for that is in the shadows.
I cup her breast, letting the mound fill my hand. The stiff nipple drops into the notch between my thumb and index finger. Her gasp has me tightening my hold, letting the bit of full flesh drive off my will to set her away from me. Touching her, holding her, gives me a sense of satisfaction I’ve never felt before.
Ignoring my initial plan, I run my tongue along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Working my way across her collarbone, I continue down her chest until I flick the hard nub with my tongue. Teasing her, tasting her skin, going back for more while her toes curl against my calf. It’s not enough.
Wrapping my arm around her, I drag her up, arching her body until I fill my mouth. With her fingers digging into my arm, I feast on her, satisfying every curiosity, and maybe half the fantasies running through my mind. Then I start again on the other breast.
Her ragged breathing matches my own. She’s pressing her thighs together, or trying to. The knee I wedged in between hers leaves enough room to slip through.
I go from holding her to pushing two fingers through the flattened hair at her pussy. My groan echoes against her chest. I slide my fingers along her folds, her wetness leading me to the source. Her hips tilt, and I’m dipping my fingers inside her when her nails bite into my skin. It’s enough to make me fight my way out of the fog clouding my brain.
The swollen inner lips tempt me to stay, to learn their contours. She’s pressed her breasts against me, mewing as my fingers explore her. I’m sliding to the forbidden, spreading her legs and replacing my fingers with my cock.
“Addler…”
Fuck my life. I told myself I wouldn’t do this. “Shhh.”
Minimal effort. Flexing the right muscles…the head of my cock brushes over her clit, diving through her wetness. Temptation sings to my every weakness as I pull back. I bring her leg over my waist, cupping her pussy as I push through again.
This will be enough.
Just once more.
The sounds of each stroke keep me going past just once. The evidence of her arousal, the way her body’s begging to be taken, burns through me. I thrust harder, needing that tightness I can get if I only keep going when I reach her entrance.
Her calf tightens, her nails score my arm as she presses her face into the crook of my neck. The muffled sounds tell me where she wants me. I stay there, pumping at the spot right under her clit then drag my fingers over her pussy, closing over the nub and sending her over the edge.
My cock is throbbing, and my heart’s about to beat out of my chest. Meanwhile, my head echoes with the knowledge that I’m a fucking idiot to have thought I could touch Elena Santos and remain unaffected.