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She arches a brow.
“And knitting,” I add. “I love knitting.”
She nudges me in the ribs. “Great. More jokes.”
I lean in and kiss her lips, tasting the mint from her toothpaste. “I’ll never stop joking around when the end result is one of your smiles.”
Her brow peaks higher. “Another joke?”
“No. That one was cheesy honesty.” I grab her around the waist and carry her into the house, leading her to the sofa. “What’s the obsession with getting in my head?”
“There’s no obsession. Just curiosity.”
I collapse onto the cushions and drag her down with me. I could get through a few more hours without food if it meant keeping her here. On top of me. Skin to skin. “Well, I’m curious about getting your clothes off.”
She straddles my waist and runs her hands around my neck. “You know I’m starving, right?”
“I’ve got something that can sate your appetite.”
Her lips tweak. “Your dick isn’t going to stop my stomach from grumbling.”
I lean into her, brushing the growing stubble along my jaw against her cheek. “Obviously, you haven’t been introduced to oral.”
She breaks out in a fit of laughter—eyes bright, cheeks high, skin flushed.
Pure beauty.
“I haven’t been introduced, Sebastian.” She draws out my name, that sultry mouth working around the syllables like a fucking wet dream. “But I know what it is.”
I can picture her tongue grazing along my shaft, her saliva covering me from base to tip. I raise a hand and brush my thumb over her lower lip, tracing a path down her throat.
She will gag as she gets used to my size, her eyes will water. Her mouth, too.
I’ll fucking love it.
“You’re serious.” She holds my gaze, all that bubbling humor vanishing as lust takes its place. “You want me to do this now?”
“No.” I need to shower. Brush my teeth. Gain restraint. “I’ll hold onto that fantasy for a little while longer.”
I scoop her up and drop her onto the far side of the sofa, her back falling against the cushioned arm rest. “Take off your underwear.”
“What?” She scrambles to sit up straight. “You just said—”
“I said I don’t want you to do anything. I didn’t say anything about me.” I lift the bottom of her dress, taking in the sight of white lace panties. “Get them off.”
“Sebastian…” Her eyes are frantic. A mix of anxious anticipation and nervous excitement.
“Off, Keira.” Fuck it. I grab the waistband and tug them down myself. “I’m fucking starving.”
I want her. The taste. The touch. The sound.
I’m dying to get between her legs.
I’m dying for the distraction, too.
She shimmies as I tug at the material, dragging them along her calves, over her ankles, to drop them to the floor.
“Spread your legs,” I demand.
Her shoulders straighten. She grows rigid.
Shit. I need to go slow with her. Be fucking gentle.
I place my hands on her knees, exposing her slowly. “I’m going to taste you, Keira.”
“I already got that part,” she teases. “I just want to know what’s taking so long.”
I smirk, giving her a game-on look she won’t forget in a while. I sink my face between those legs, wrapping my arms around her thighs to position her right where I need her.
She smells of soap, the fucking purity smothering the scent of arousal. But I’ll make sure that doesn’t last long.
I rake my teeth across her mound, grazing sensitive skin as I hold her gaze.
“I’m not going to break,” she whispers.
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I’m capable of.”
My first lick is light. Gentle. I flick her clit and revel in the jolt of her hips. It’s a prelude. The appetizer. I keep swiping the bundle of nerves. Back and forth. Slow and patient.
Her jolts continue, settling into a roll of hips to meet every brush of tongue, as she slides a hand through my hair. It’s a request. A silent demand for more.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I inch lower, my dick jolting as I part her folds and taste her arousal. There’s nothing but sweet bliss. Pure euphoria.
She grips my hair, fucking wrenches it between tight fingers.
I lick harder, faster, delving deep.
She whimpers. Moans. The noise fills my ears and sinks into my soul.
I unwrap an arm from around her thigh and cup her ass, using my thumb to penetrate her. The sound of her pleasure increases. Everything does. The need. The rush.
I pulse, building a punishing rhythm as I suck on her clit. I crave her pleasure, if only to sate my guilt. I can’t stand the thought of her hating me.
“Deeper,” she demands, her thighs tightening around my head.
I close my eyes and fight against blowing in my pants like a fucking kid.
“Oh, God.” Her back arches and that tight pussy gets even tighter as she milks my thumb with her orgasm.
Her juices cover my face, and those soft muffled moans continue to torment me in the sweetest possible way until her orgasm diminishes and she’s left sated and lax.
I’m no longer going to question how the daughter of someone heinous can be so fucking perfect. She just is. That’s all there is to it. I can’t get her out of my head. I never could. And I’m not going to fight it anymore.
I retreat and wipe a hand over my mouth.
Her thighs are red from the graze of my stubble. Her pussy glistens, fucking beckoning me.
“Sebastian…” She stares at me, her breathing rushed, her eyes playful. “That was…”
“The start of an obsession,” I finish for her. “A day won’t go by without me wanting to repeat that.”
She lowers her dress, covering her brilliance. “You’ll have to teach me how to return the favor.”
My dick jolts, the imminent orgasm still threatening to blow. “One day.” When she’s ready and I’ve got a lick of restraint to stop me from choking her with my dick. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Do you want me to join you?”
“Not today, jelly bean.”
She winces, alerting me to the unintentional rejection.
I stand, my cock poking proud from beneath my boxers. “Babe, I’m so fucking turned on I’m seconds from blowing.”
“And?”
“And it’s not going to be pretty. If I had you right now, it would be hard and fast and rough. You don’t want that. Not yet.” I reach out, brushing my fingers over her flushed cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”
She nods. “Okay.”
One jerk-off shower session later, I’m dressed in my kiddie shirt and driving out of the property gates.
Everything is different from yesterday—my relationship with Keira, my plans for the future, my perspective.
Even my concentration is shot to shit.
I turn from one street to the next, picturing the spread thighs of the woman beside me instead of focusing on traffic. She’s all I see. All I feel.
It’s a problem. A fucking great problem.
I can’t remember ever being this attracted to a woman. This infatuated. It’s exhilarating. And disturbing. I guess I should put a lid on it for a while.
I should…If only I knew how.
This thing between us is an avalanche. The freefall. The build of power. The upcoming carnage.
I let out a deep breath and flick a glance to the rear-view mirror. A white car follows us. One I hadn’t noticed approaching. Great, I’ve driven miles without conscious thought of anything but the woman beside me.
I’m getting sloppy. Fucking careless.
I force my attention back on the road and pull myself out of auto-pilot. Today is going to be filled with tough decisions. This meeting with Hunt needs my full attention. I have to focus.