Page 40 of Crave Me
Chapter Fourteen
Simon
I should have kept my mouth shut. In retrospect, I never should have stopped by. The only thing that was going to give Chloe and me a clean break when this was done was by carefully following the rules I’d set forth. I was playing with her, toying with the emotions she held for me. It should have made me feel like an asshole.
Instead, all I could think about was throwing her down on her bed and shoving my cock deep inside her throat.
Her lips parted when I spoke and her eyes flashed in another jolt of surprise like when she’d first opened the door for me. Dressed in plaid flannel, her hair a mess on the top of her head and without any makeup, she appeared years younger than she was.
It also made her appear smaller, even more vulnerable. Breakable.
My dick swelled, pressed against my pants.
“Would it be the truth?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Why would I lie to you?”
“Because you’re not answering my questions with anything but lies and more questions.”
Her shoulders pulled back as she called me out. As my sub, I had the urge to discipline her for questioning me. As Chloe, I imagined wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and kissing away her fears.
I scooted forward and placed my hands on the edges of her stool. I pulled her toward me. One firm, quick tug and she was between my thighs.
“I live in walking distance to the school but I drive my car. I’ve thought about the taste and the feel of your cunt since you left the hotel before I wanted to be done with you, and I’m here because I want more of you and didn’t want to wait another fucking week.” I reached out and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, dropping my hand to her neck and holding her firmly. “Is that honest enough for you?”
My heart pounded against my chest while her eyes scanned my face, dropped to my chest and to my crotch where she could see the bulge of my hard dick.
She changed directions, slowly bringing her gaze back to mine until our eyes locked. A teasing grin I wanted to kiss off her stretched her lips. “Mark and Connie are fine. Dad’s planning on retiring soon because my mom has been bitching he’s too damn old to continue traipsing into burning buildings and escaping without injuries. She’s on both me and Cassie’s cases for the last several months to hurry the hell up and give her some grandbabies to hold.” She lifted a finger and pointed. “Her words not mine, because neither of us are in any big hurry, so don’t freak out. And I, too, have thought about you all weekend, forced myself to not get myself off like you told me I couldn’t, and if you want to play with me, I’m all yours. But I want to play, too.” Her hand dropped to my thigh, inched closer to where my dick was pressing against my athletic pants.
Tease.
I yanked her toward me and my lips hit hers before I realized this was the first time I’d kissed her. Months ago didn’t count since I didn’t know it was her at the time. This was entirely different, fueled by lust and frustration, and I was realizing I was completely falling for this woman I could never have.
She met me head on, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue against mine. She wasn’t submissive. She didn’t wait. I wanted her naked and her ass bare so I could spank her for trying to take control. At the same time, her confidence only fueled the blood raging through my veins.
I flexed my fingers against her neck, getting her attention and with my other hand, whipped my glasses off and onto the counter. I tilted her head and kissed her deeper, tasting the cavern of her mouth while holding her still.
My kiss was bruising, unrelenting, claiming in her a way I never intended to make permanent. Screw it.
I’d find a way to make her mine. To get over the chasm of shit we’d have to deal with. I’d keep her a secret if I had to, but after one taste of Chloe’s sweet mouth, swallowing her whimpers, which went straight to my balls, I already knew I wouldn’t let her go.
Not in four weeks. Not in twenty. Maybe not ever.
And holy shit. Where had my mind gone? One taste of her, succulent as it was, and I was planning forever? I jerked back and stared at her.
She fell forward from my sudden movement, her hands landed on my chest as I scooted back.
“Simon? What is it?”
The air around us burned and swirled like we’d set the place on fire. Sweat dripped down my spine as I stared at her, gasping for the thread of my sanity. This was a mistake. All of it.
But I didn’t care if I burned in hell for ruining another Reynolds. I was having her.
“I want you naked, on the floor by the bed and on your knees so you can suck my cock until I come down your throat.”
God, was I still panting? I was. What was she doing to me?
She jumped off her stool, her fingers brushing the taste of me off her lips and winked. “Well, then, if that’s all you wanted, all you had to do was ask.”
