“Let me show you mine,” I growl, as I crush my lips against her own and I take her breath away. She lets out a moan as my tongue dives inside and sexily dances across her own. I feel her nails scrape up my back and feel her pull herself up harder against me. Yanking back her hair, I take her kiss like a man needing her lips to keep him alive. And fuck, something deep inside knows I do, and I always will. Like the alluring temptress she is, she lets me, an urgency to never stop evident as she kisses me back with such passion, I know I will always need her kiss, her touch, her by my side to go on living.
Hell, we’re both in over our heads if we ever think we can part and go our separate ways. Not now. Not fucking ever.
Her strength. Her fire. Her willingness to let me have her when I want does something to me.
The first night, all I wanted was to fuck her. Have my fill of her before I finished the job and went back to my normal life. But there was something about her. Something I still can’t put my finger on, and I’m quickly realizing my appetite for her will never be quenched. Like a warrior who has been in battle far too long, I am ready to start savoring every single damn inch of her -right fucking now.
Her hands fall to my cock and she strokes it in her tiny palm sending me over the edge as I grab her thighs and push them back even further, spreading her legs to her fucking max and making her fall against the sofa. My hands lower, and I can feel her wet heat pressed against the fabric of her dress. I give her pussy a stroke and feel her slickness penetrate the fabric causing my dick to strain my slacks at the thought of just how wet and how fucking tight she might be. I groan as she rocks her hips against me and I feel her center throbbing as my thumb pushes deeper inside her through the dress. Releasing her lips, I take a moment to breathe and notice she tries to catch her breath herself.
“Mia, how will I ever stop now that you got me started,” I chuckle as my head falls against her own and I hold her still before my thumb strongly pushes up against her slit to her clit. She gasps before catching her breath and causing me to catch my own from the way she feels too fucking perfect in my arms, in my life, my mind, my fucking world that she should never be allowed to be a part of. Ever. I stare into her eyes and know she feels the same. I know she fucking has to.
“Is that a promise,” she tempts me. “Because you’ve stopped every time you’ve touched me before.” Her admission makes me chuckle before I make her pay for the comment as I nip at her bottom lip and rub her clit roughly making her wetness grow. She is right, I have. And like a man facing what he knows could crush him, I stop and pause, needing a moment before whatever it is about her, the one damn thing I will never get enough of, pulls me back under again. She sees my hesitance and gives me time. A moment, for both of us to realize this thing between us, it’s stronger than we have ever experienced before and it will ruin us if we let it.
Leaning forward, she grabs my face in her hands and makes me bend into her once more. Seductively, lazily, she kisses me as my tongue slowly slides across hers, my dick stands at full attention, and her wetness grows, coating herself and making me lose my damn mind as my fingers begin to touch her once more. Not being able to hold back any longer, my hands rise and pull her skirt back, granting me access to a place I have needed to be since I first laid eyes on her.
I find my prize underneath and can’t help the damn growl that escapes the back of my throat as I pull her panties to the side and plunge two fingers inside her greedily, feeling her sharp intake of breath as I hold her mouth hostage in a kiss that is so seductive, so explosive, it shouldn’t be legal. She’s so fucking wet it is dripping out of her, down my hands, and making me fucking crazy needing to feel her sweet heat wrapped around my dick. Fueled with need, I waste no time and stick another finger inside her, stretching her to her fucking max. She releases my lips as the sensation takes over and causes her to start to lose her ever loving mind. Much like I can’t keep a hold on my own, as I finger her and want only one thing.
More!
Her head falls back, and I watch as she purrs, moans, fucking groans my name beautifully before looking back in my eyes. My thumb finds her clit and I rub against it angrily. Needing to feel her explode in my arms, and the sooner the fucking better, before I pull back and unleash the devil inside when I drive my hard length into her folds like I fucking need to. She holds my eyes as her breathing quickens and I watch as she tries to stop herself. As she tries to not let herself go moments before she screams and her sweet heat clamps down around my fingers making me yell out as well from how fucking sexy she is, and how I am nowhere near finished with her yet.
Her greedy hips rock her forward as she milks her orgasm from my hand before I crash my lips against hers once more as I find myself not being able to look her in the eyes any longer. She’s taking all I have right now, and almost breaking my damn will power to not give her what she needs, deserves, and will only ever get from me. The fucking best, and that includes her coming first in everything, always.
The thought terrorizes my mind and so I slow my movements as she moans into my mouth as her sex slowly stops throbbing and her breathing returns to normal.
Backing away, I watch as her knees fall together as my fingers pull out of her addictive center and drop to my sides, still itching to take her back in my arms and finish what I know we just started. The beginning of something so damn beautiful it would take God himself to ever stop it. I pick up her hand in my own, needing to do something, anything to keep my control. Kissing it, I hold it tight as the war in my mind, the one that tells me she is so much fucking more than I could’ve ever expected takes over. The one that also tells me I am an idiot to not run away now, before it’s too late.
Mia
We might be more alike than we think, I question, as Leo stares back at me after one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life. Perhaps the one main thing drawing us closer and closer together. An unspoken knowledge of where we have been, what we have gone through and the fight we have had to make to get us to where we are today.
He is guarded, but so am I. He has no idea of the demons I hold in my past as well. But something tells me he might understand them more than I ever thought he would, or ever could.
Knowing there was a price on my head is unnerving as hell. Knowing he took it, lured me away, and didn’t follow through. To be honest I am not sure how I feel about that. Not anymore.
I want to trust him. I want to believe him. Something in his eyes, the way he looked at me even that first night in the hotel, tells me I could. That I should. But the normal gut reaction I should listen to, the one wanting me to defend myself, run and never look back once I heard that this man was sent to “kill me,” still won’t let me go so I can trust him.
I understand Leo more than he may think, and I am pretty sure the feeling is mutual. He knows he can trust me, just as much as I am trying to convince myself that I can trust him. His look drops to my bare center before he tenderly closes my legs. Picking up my hand once more, he hoists me to my feet and I stand there, amazed, staring back at him completely confused as to how this man has that much control.
To give me so much pleasure and deny himself his own.
As if he can read my mind he says, “We’ve only just begun, Mia.” Taking a step closer, he pulls me into him so I can feel his hard length pressed against my lower stomach. I let out a gasp in shock from the size of him before my eyes flutter up to meet his own. His sexy grin greets me and I feel my desire begin to build again knowing this man could take what he wants right now, and instead he choices to put me first and build me up deliriously in anticipation.
“First,” he begins, as he leans in and seductively licks my bottom lip. “We need to understand each other, if I am ever going to give you all of what your body desires.”
“And what makes you think you know what I desire,” I sass back, before my hips give me away and I push against just what I want most and groan from the sensation.
His chuckle fills the air. “I know,” he says, as he takes a step back and begins to lead me to the door. “Because it’s all I’ve wanted since I set eyes on you in that damn hotel bar.” Reaching the outside, he swings me around and pulls me into him. “And hell if we can both die first before we know just what heaven feels like.”
My heart stills. Die? Is that where we are headed? Because I’ll gladly jump overboard and try my luck with the sharks if that is the case. The breeze blows past and my body shivers, half from the sea air and the other half from his comment. He notices and lifts his free hand to run his fingertips along my bare arm.
“I will kill anyone who ever tries to harm you, Mia,” he whispers. “And know this,” his eyes hood over as they come up to stare into my own. “I would die myself protecting you, always. No matter what!”
The intensity at which he says those words wraps itself around my heart and gives me the last thing I needed to open back up. Let him back in. Know that he is telling the truth, even if the way we were brought together is unconventional, to say the very least.
“I trust you,” I whisper, as his lips lower to my own. “I don’t know why but I do.”
His eyes catch mine briefly before his lips capture my own and he takes my breath away, steals every rightful way of thinking from my damn mind.
