Dirty Working Hero (Hard Working Hero 2)

She presses up on the tips of her toes, timidly curling her fingers over my shoulders. The tip of her tongue tempts the opening as she licks her lips lightly. Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, her breathing picking up as she takes short quick breaths.

What's she nervous about? It's not like this is the first time we've kissed.

She's acting like we've never done this before, as if I didn't just fuck her a few days ago in the pool house in her back yard. She knows what my lips feel like, she knows exactly what my tongue tastes like, and how much she enjoyed it before.

Let me make this easy on her.

Swooping my arm around her waist, I spin her easily on her heels, forcing her back against the brick wall. Millie inhales a sharp breath as our eyes lock on each other. Her eyes flick between mine as she bites her bottom lip, waiting for me to make my next move.

Pressing both my palms against the brick on either side of her head, I lean in close, placing my mouth against her ear. “I won this fair and square.” My lips brush the shell of her ear, causing her body to quiver. “I'll take my prize now.”

She nods, tilting her head as she releases her lip, waiting for me to make my move.

I know what she's expecting. She's expecting a neanderthal type reaction. She's anticipating a rough kiss, a hungry and demanding kiss. But that's not what I'm going to give her.

This might be my kiss, but I'll never take anything from her she doesn't want to give. I'll let her lead. I'll let her control it. I'm a man, not an animal. This isn't just about me and what I want, this is about her and what she needs.

She needs this to realize that she can't ignore what she wants just because certain people might deem it as wrong. Feelings are all we have. What we desire most is what drives us to keep going. I want her. I want her to want me. And I can only get that if she allows herself to feel what I feel. To see what I see. To allow it to live and breathe and flourish.

I lower my face to hers, my lips touching delicately as I wait for her to let me in. She opens, the tip of her tongue licking across my lips slow and sexy. That's it, that's all I need to know she wants this too.

My tongue slides inside her mouth. Millie opens wider, angling her head so I can kiss her deeper. She moans as my tongue twists around hers. Her head falls back against the brick building, her back arching hard as she kisses me back. Her tongue dances around mine, eyes closing as she lets go of whatever resistance was holding her back.

Her fingers move through my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she moans louder, and her kiss becomes dangerously unhinged. I love this. I love feeling her against me. I love the way her hands become aggressive and her body comes alive.

This is what I felt the other day. The same loss of control. The same need and passion she couldn't contain. Millie is a shaken bottle, and once the cap comes off, she explodes.

Her nipples are hard, poking against my chest as she presses up on the tips of her toes. Her breathing is erratic, fast in pace and short in depth. My cock is so fucking hard, all I want to do is flip her around and fuck her right here against the building.

“Let's get out of here,” I say into our kiss as I slip my hand down her cheek and cup her jaw. “Because I don't know how long I can control myself before I fuck you right here against this wall.”

“Okay,” she says, breathy and soft, not fully allowing her lips to leave mine.

I take her hand, curling my fingers around hers. Breaking our kiss, I can't look away from her. She touches her lips with the pads of her fingers, her lips swollen and red, her chest is rising and falling as if she just ran a marathon.

Twisting around toward the street, I start to lead her away, when a voice calls out to her.

“Millie! Hey, where the hell are you going?” There's a woman standing outside the door of the bar, holding her arms out wide. It must be the friend she's meeting.

“I'm sorry!” she yells back. “I'll see you tomorrow!”

“I take it that's your friend?” I ask.

“Yeah. She'll be fine. Come on, I'll drive. But we better go quick before I change my mind.” Millie takes over, pulling me now. She leads me to her car, releasing my hand. “Get in before I realize the mistake I'm about to make.”