“Too many to count,” I say honestly, wondering if she’s trying to kill me with the belt. I yank it free and toss it over my shoulder.
Her eyes widen and she looks vulnerable for the first time.
“I won’t hurt you,” I say, meaning it. I won’t allow anybody to harm her while I’m still breathing. It shocks me that she can’t see that in my eyes, but it’s a good thing. If she knew her power over me, it would be disastrous. My hands shake briefly as I remove her small cardigan.
Her hard nipples press against her tank top. I owe Mrs. Pendrake a raise for buying it. Gently, with one finger, I trace a path from Alana’s clavicle to one breast, pressing in at the nipple.
She gasps and her mouth opens. I drop to my knees and tear the tank over her head. Her voluminous hair falls down and she blinks, reaching behind her to release her bra, her shoulders twisting. The scar from her childhood car accident is beneath her rib cage on the right, reminding me of her fragility.
“I’ve got it.” I brush her hand away and deftly release the clasp. There isn’t another human being on the planet I’d willingly get on my knees for, but I doubt she knows that. I need to see her. So I pull the bra away and drop it to the floor. Her breasts are perfection. Perfectly round and smooth, on the smaller side, with light pink nipples.
I lean in and take one into my mouth. She grabs my hair and digs her nails in, shooting erotic pain into my skull. I test her by nipping her.
Her moan is of pleasure. Good.
I lay her back and tear off her skirt, shredding her panties. If she were mine, she wouldn’t be allowed panties.
I must’ve said the thought out loud because she cuffs me on the ear.
Releasing her, I lift my head. “What the hell?”
“I’m not yours, will never be yours,” she says through gritted teeth, her color high and her eyes glittering with lust. “But if I were, I’d wear any damn thing I wanted.”
I like this flash of temper and independence. Oh, I’ll lay waste to both, but it’s good to see where she is. “I see.” Planting a hand on her stomach, I toss her back on the bed.
She struggles to sit up, but I force her legs apart and then indulge myself. Her clit is already red and swollen, and her thighs are damp. When I suck her clit into my mouth, she jolts and then relaxes as her thighs tremble against my shoulders.
Fucking heaven. I’m right there. But I lift up to see her face flushed and her eyes dazed. “Remember rule number one.” I rest my chin on her cleft.
She tries to focus, and it’s adorable. And sexy as hell. “Rule?”
“Yes.” Unable to help myself, I turn and bite into her upper thigh.
Her moan slips from her mouth before more liquid spills from her core.
“Tell me,” I order.
She frowns. “Rule number one. No lying?”
“Yes. That means honesty at all times. If you don’t like something I’m doing, you tell me. If anything scares you, you tell me. If you’re unsure, you—”
“Tell you?” Her mouth curves. “Fine. I don’t like that you just stopped.”
My heart turns right over and heats. For her. “Fair enough.” I release her gaze and go at her again, taking every ounce of her that I can. Using my fingers, teeth, and tongue, I force her up to the edge, where she hovers, gyrating against me, desperate.
For a heartbeat, I hold us both on that precipice. Then I scrape her clit, and she arches, shrieking out as the orgasm takes her.
Turns out my girl is a screamer.
Alana
I’m pretty sure he’s killed me. Death by orgasm isn’t a bad way to go. But then he stands and his hands go to the snap of his slacks. A fluttering starts inside me, and I’m shocked to learn I’m not done. Not even close.
He kicks the slacks aside and then everything inside me stills. The guy is endowed. I mean, he has the ego for it, but who knew? Not that I have anything to compare him to, but there’s no way that thing’s fitting inside me.
I lever myself up on my elbows. “This isn’t going to work.”
His smile makes him look years younger. “You were made for me.” Then he’s on top of me, his dick against my still-thrumming sex, his mouth on mine.
He likes to be on top. I can tell.
The feeling of his hard body pinning me to the mattress, making it give, shoots desire right through my bloodstream again. I shift restlessly against him, but he’s not done kissing me.
With a growl, he captures my jaw and then kisses me harder, going deep. I close my eyes to just feel. Then he leans back and slides both hands from my abdomen up my breasts, squeezing slightly.
I like the bite. Yet one more surprise that I’m learning about myself.
Then he lowers his head and encloses one nipple in his inferno-hot mouth. Are all mouths this hot? I don’t think so.
Then he drives me crazy. There’s no other way to describe the sensation. With his mouth and wicked fingers, he takes his time on my tits, leaving bites and light bruises that will be there for weeks.
As if he wants to mark me.
I whimper at the thought.
