Conceited (Crimson Elite 3)

“Your mother is doing well, hey?” he asks as I take a big bite. I nod my head. “She wasn’t too happy to see me.” I then remember when the last time was that he saw her, when I tricked him into thinking I would sleep with him. I cover my mouth to avoid spitting out the food from the giggle that’s trying hard to come out. “I still have to get you back for that, by the way.”

“Please, you won’t. You love me.” My face freezes at the words that have just left my mouth.

He freezes and stares at my mouth.

It takes all of two seconds for him to get up and reach for me. I don’t resist when he pulls me up, or even when he drags me to the couch that’s the size of a bed. His lips take mine as if he owns them and I’m helpless to say no anymore. How can I when tonight was so good? Not the Tom part, but the Falcon part. Not once was he an asshole and not once has he pissed me off.

That isn’t the real reason that my legs are wrapped around him tightly, not letting him move from holding me, or even the reason that our lips can’t seem to let us breathe as they stay locked. My body pushes up against his as he hovers over me, trying to feel every inch of him. I want all that he can give me right now, and there’s no way in hell I’ll be saying no to what I know he can give me. Why would I? I have fought this attraction for long enough, and now it’s time to let it explode. And explode it fucking will.

He pushes down, and I feel his length against my pussy. I moan into his mouth and start grinding against him so I can feel the friction. He separates our mouths and when I look up into his dark eyes, I see the want in them, the want that’s solely for me. And it gives me more power than I thought I could ever hold over him.

“Stop that, you’re going to make me come.”

I don’t stop. Instead, I rub more, feeling my own build-up right along with him. He tastes like white wine and pad Thai, and I never thought both could taste as intoxicating together in my life than this very moment.

“That’s the plan, isn’t it?”

He leans down and nips at my lip and smiles. “I guess it is,” he says smiling against my own lips. He lifts me, my legs wrap around him, and carries me to his bedroom. It takes everything in me to stop grinding on him like some humping dog, which is almost impossible until he lays me in bed and pulls away from me, making me groan out at him.

Falcon pulls his shirt off and the tattoos move as he flexes. He reaches for his trousers, undoing them, and I watch as they drop to the floor until he’s standing in front of me completely naked. I close my legs at the size of him, and the need for him as well. I could feel him through his trousers, but seeing it is a completely different thing.

“Why are you closing your legs, Raven?”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Because your hair is as black as a Raven and as beautiful. They have fast become my favorite bird.”

“Falcons eat birds. Is that what you want to do, Falcon. You want to eat me?” I say. I sit up when he grips my legs and pulls me down to him, so we’re face to face.

“Among other things, but first I plan to make you scream. I have all night to play with my very own prey, so why not start with the best part first.” His words send shivers up and down my spine. He carefully reaches for my dress and I move so he can lift it from my body and tosses it to the floor. I have no bra on and only a G-string, which he leans down to remove very slowly with his teeth, his tongue licking me along the way. I shiver at the contact until they also land on the floor, and we are both naked, him standing and me on his bed.

“You are the most beautiful woman.” My stomach flips at his words. Does he say that to any other women? It sounded like he meant it, and I want to take it as he did, even if in the end I may hate him again. I want to think he means it.

“Why don’t you stop talking and fuck me.” I don’t even recognize the words that leave my mouth.

His eyebrow perks up and he nods his head. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He pushes me back and climbs over me. His body lowers just enough so that the weight of him isn’t too much. He places kisses along my jaw and stops when he gets to my lips. “Should I kiss you here?” he asks.