Page 71 of Revel
Heavy request there. Have I ever been not drunk? I glance over at her, over my shoulder, and then force myself to look away. If I don’t, I’m going to walk over there, bend her over the couch and fuck her. I want to take my time with her. I’ve basically been obsessing about her since I met her, and now that I’ve allowed myself to bite the apple, if you will, it’s taking everything in me not to fucking devour it.
She deserves better.
With my back to her, I bring an unsteady hand to my lips and down a shot of Middleton. Then another. I’m not sure why I’m nervous, just that I am for some reason. When I’ve had three shots, I turn to face Red and peel my sweater off.
Licking her lips, her eyes rake down my chest to my waist. She smiles seductively, and draws that beautiful plump bottom lip between her teeth. “Keep going.”
I resist, and take another step toward her. “You first.”
Crossing her arms, she reaches for the hem of her sweater and slowly raises it up, only to let it fall at her feet, a curtain of curly scarlet hair blanketing my view of her chest.
Straightening her posture, she smiles at me, lifting her bra strap.
I smile, and I breathe in, and fuck if it isn’t shaky. I’ve never had such a sight burn its way inside my mind like this woman has. I bet I could close my eyes now, and I’d still remember every single detail about her.
Fear and anxiety fill her eyes. “What happens now?” she asks, her voice timid.
We fuck.I wait, deciding on my choice of words. “You’re not looking for a boyfriend?”
“No.”
Look at her face so full of innocence. She’s lying. I want to call her out on it, but I don’t. At least not now. Her cheeks flush and her eyes, God, I want to get lost in them. “You and me together. . . it would destroy you,” I admit, wondering if she understands the meaning.
She says nothing, and it tells me she doesn’t.
When her bra falls to the floor at her bare feet, I shake my head and take a step toward her. Reaching for me, she seems intent on moving quickly, our mouths colliding in messy kisses. Time is meaningless.
After proclaiming all that “you should stay innocent and untouched” shit, I came up with a plan for the next three days. Okay, admittedly, it’s not a stable one, but it’s there. I’m going to be gentle and take my time, but the moment I see her standing inside half-naked, bathed in firelight, all plans go out the fucking window. It’s as if they hadn’t been there at all.
Fuck you, gentle. I ain’t got patience for you tonight.
I grab her wrist, yanking her toward me, and slide my hands under her ass. I lift her up, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders as we fall back on the couch with her beneath me. Eager for more friction, I rock into her as we kiss.
I want to take her upstairs to the bed, but I can’t pry myself away from her to do it. Hell, look at me. It’s like I’m a teenager again with barely enough self-control to keep from yanking myself out of my jeans, sinking into her sweet wet cunt and fucking her without a care as to what happens next or if she enjoys it. It crosses my mind.
Burning with unrelenting passion, my entire body is on fire, flames licking every inch. Drawing back, I peer down at her, admiring her body and the way she looks beneath me. I fucking love the idea of her being held captive by me, held hostage at my disposal to do what I want with her, when I want.
Fire dances in her eyes as she looks up at me, our silhouettes reflecting on the wall behind us. Leaning in, I kiss her, fearing what’s to come.
Ya dumb fuck. Pull your shit together.
Raising up on my forearms, I keep my weight pressed into her, but she senses the hesitation, the pause.
“What’s wrong?” she asks meekly. “What are you waiting for?”
“Why did you come here with me?”
Her chest rises and falls steadily, each breath more labored than the last. “Because I wanted to be alone with you. . . . I want you to fuck me.”
“And you’re sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“You know how fucking jealous I am of the guys you’ve fucked before me? How jealous I am ofhim?”
She knows who I’m referring to. It’s why I’ve hated Breckin for so long. “You shouldn’t be.”
“I know I shouldn’t be,” I tell her, untangling myself from her, “but that’s not the point.” Back on my knees, I stare down at her and push my hand up her thigh to the juncture between her legs over her jeans. Just like I suspect, she’s warm, and I cup her hot, swollen pussy. If I were to stick my hands inside her jeans, I bet she’s so fucking wet for me. Not for Breckin, whoever else she’s fucked, but me. Only me. Licking my lips, I wink at her. “But tonight, I’m taking what’s always been mine. Every man you’ve been with, they’re not like me, Princess.”