A rasp of need moaned from her mouth as the cool glass hit the back of her thighs, and I continued to devour her, muttering the words in between, “You think you aren’t wanted? You think I don’t want you?”
I shouldn’t.
It was so fucking wrong. So twisted and at odds with everything I’d been fighting for. Right then, it didn’t matter.
Frantic, I held her by one side of the face, our lips grasping for the other, my other hand pressing her legs apart by one knee. I slid my fingers over the soaked fabric of her underwear. “You think I don’t want this?”
I shoved the fabric aside and pressed two fingers into the wet well of her body. I fucked her tight little pussy with them, driving her right into delirium as I consumed her mouth like the greedy bastard that I was.
Yeah. I was going to regret this.
But I might have regretted walking away more.
She rode my hand, gasps ripping up her throat as I rolled my thumb over her swollen clit. As I worked her into a frenzy. Shot her straight into oblivion.
“Fuck, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You are every fantasy I’ve ever had. Did you know that, Emily? Do you have any clue how damn sexy you are? I would sell my soul to get into this body.”
Thing was, I’d already sold my soul a long time ago, and it no longer belonged to me.
Her hands were everywhere, whimpers coming from her mouth, fingers going for the buttons of my shirt. “Take this off. I want to see you. I want to feel this. Know you.”
Grabbing her by the wrists, I pinned both of them over her head to the mirror on the wall behind her.
“No,” I grunted, thrusting my fingers deeper and harder and faster, the whole time wishing it was my aching dick that was getting to experience all that slick, tight heat.
“Please,” she whimpered, but then she was forgetting all of that when I pressed down on her engorged clit, swirling my thumb over that sweet spot. I curled my fingers deep inside her and shot her to the stars.
Her back bowed, her covered tits arching out, my tongue thirsting to get a taste, my eyes raking over the most beautiful sight I’d witnessed in all my life.
The girl was a fucking oasis.
A song written in seduction.
She cried out, my name a plea and praise on her tongue, her entire body stretched taut, wracked in bliss.
She gasped and writhed, pants heaving from her chest as she came back down.
Slowly, she peeled her eyes open. Lost in them, I pulled my fingers free and readjusted her skirt, my heart a jackhammer in my chest as I helped her down onto unsteady feet.
Like a fool, I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, relishing her for one second more.
“It’s so fucking wrong how bad I want to keep you,” I murmured to her forehead, squeezing my eyes, memorizing this.
Then I peeled myself away, turned, and headed for the door.
“Royce.” Pain bled through her voice. Like a sucker, I turned around to look at her because apparently there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to resist this girl. “I . . . I don’t understand.”
Taking the three steps back her direction, I swept back the lock of hair that had fallen into her face, stared her down, my words grit. “Just remember in the morning that I warned you the only thing I do is make mistakes.”
And I was pretty sure this was the worst one I’d ever made.
Before I could make this worse, which was pretty much a fucking impossibility, I tore myself away and forced myself into the hall, pulling the door shut behind me.
The click of the lock engaging rang with finality, and I headed down the hall, heart raging like a beast, cock so hard it was painful to walk.
Derision huffed from my nose when I stopped three doors down in front of my suite, and I dug into my back pocket and pulled out my key.
Wondering how it was possible I’d fucked up so badly on day one.
Standing there, I promised myself I would never touch her again.
Didn’t matter how fucking bad I wanted her.
I had a job to do.
And I was damn sure going to see it through.FourEmilyThe phone ringing from the nightstand pulled me from sleep. From what had been a really incredible dream, or a really bad one, I couldn’t decide.
All I knew was I felt completely wrung out as I lifted my head from the pillow where I’d been passed out facedown, my hair a ratted mess that obstructed my view as I fumbled around to find my cell.
Finally getting hold of it, I flopped onto my back and shoved the mess of hair from my face so I could see who was screaming for my attention.