Phoenix Rising

"Well, I think it's time we remedied that situation."

Chapter Fourteen

Phoenyx

I took a step back as Clint yanked his boots off, leaving them under the bench by the front door. He kept coming towards me as he started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.

The man was taking his clothes off and he'd barely set foot in my house!

"Here honey, hold this."

"What is it?"

I took the basket from him, watching him loosen his belt buckle. My mouth was dry as I tried to comprehend what he was doing. I felt inexplicably keyed up and jumpy.

"It's dinner. For after."

"After?"

He reached out and grabbed me, yanking me against his body. He was already hard down there. Heck, the man was hard everywhere.

"What are you doing?" I breathed, even though I had a pretty good idea what he was up to. It was impossible to ignore the sparks jumping between us.

"I'm taking what I've been after since the moment I laid eyes on you."

I blinked, utterly confused by his sudden change of heart. I pouted a little, not wanting him to let me go, but not sure I should give in too quick either. He took the basket from my limp fingertips and set it on the ground.

"I thought you didn't like the way I looked."

He laughed harshly and shook his head.

“You really believe that?”

“You said it.”

“You really don’t know how beautiful you are?”

My mouth opened and I stared at him. I knew I was cute. More than that, maybe. But I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it either.

“So you do like the way I look?” I asked breathlessly.

"Honey, I like it too damn much."

His mouth crashed down on mine. After a stunned moment, I kissed him back just as eagerly. Our tongues tangled as he pushed me up against the wall with a thud. He lifted one thigh and pressed himself against me, rhythmically circling his hips.

I heard a soft moan and realized it was coming from me. I was done fighting. Done worrying about what he thought and misreading all his signals. I wanted his hands on me. His mouth too.

Most of all I wanted his clothes off, right now.

It was pretty clear he wanted mine off too.

He grunted as he untied my robe belt and opened it. I heard him whisper 'lord have mercy' as he stared down at my lace nightie. It was slightly see through, I realized with a blush.

I didn't close my eyes as he slowly pushed the strap off one shoulder so he could get at my breast. The man was being so careful and gentle, yet firm and insistent. He squeezed one in one hand, and held the other up to his lips, devouring me like a starving man.

He was talking to me, telling me how beautiful I was. How desirable. I felt his fingertips on my thighs, pushing my nightie up while he knelt in front of me.

He groaned when he saw the matching panties.

Those were really see through.

"Lord Phee, you are surely going to kill me…"

And then he kissed me. Right there. Right through my panties.

The heat of his lips… the feel of him… it was too much. I whimpered at the sensations coursing through my body. My hands found his shoulders and held on for dear life.

I gasped as he tugged my panties down my thighs, grasping his wrists in a panic.

"Oh honey, please let me see you. I want to taste you so bad…"

"Taste me?"

My voice was a high squeak. I had never done anything like this before. He wasn’t being coy. He wasn’t teasing me. He was asking if he could kiss me. There. He stared up at me, his face hard and intense looking. Clint was on his knees in front of me, literally begging me. He wasn't arrogant now. He was just hungry.

Hungry for me.

"Hmmm… I want you so bad, babygirl…"

I nervously nodded yes and he smiled, slowly pulling my panties down to my ankles. He lifted one foot and then the other, tossing the panties away. He stared at me, between my legs, his rough fingers lightly brushing over my sensitive flesh.

I shivered in ecstasy.

He lifted one of my legs and rested it over his big, muscular shoulder. I was open for him. Totally exposed. I felt his breath fan my bare pussy. Then he leaned in and licked me, bottom to top. My whole body jolted from the feel of it.

Oh… now I understand what he’s been after… he wants to melt me into a puddle of goo…

But Clint was just getting started. Again and again he tasted me, telling me how sweet I was, how perfect, how he could eat me for every meal.

He looked up at me, his finger circling over my clit.

"Breakfast, lunch and dinner."

His eyes went back between my legs.

"And snacks. Lots of snacks…"