She couldn’t let it go, telling me how deep under her skin I’d burrowed.“Does my choice of clothes offend you?”
If she rolled her eyes much harder, they might fall out of her head.“Get real.But I wouldn’t want my husband to catch pneumonia because he was too busy annoying me to put a damn shirt on.”
Folding my arms drew her attention again, though she pried her eyes away from my chest before I could accuse her of staring.“You think I’m trying to antagonize you?”I asked.
“We both know you are, and I don’t appreciate it.”I watched as she cracked eggs into a bowl and whipped them hard and fast like she was trying to teach them a lesson.“Just because one of us has the presence of mind to avoid making a massive mistake, it doesn’t mean you have to hold it over my head.”
She read me easily enough, which did not thrill me.“Is that what you think I’m trying to do?”
“As a matter of fact, it is.”How she could focus on melting butter and pouring eggs into the pan while having this conversation was beyond me.There I was, my eyes glued to her every move and my tongue almost hanging out of my mouth.I was practically panting like a dog over forbidden fruit.I didn’t do well with being forbidden from doing anything.
For lack of a safer topic, I offered, “You’re not bad in the kitchen.”
“Thanks.I used to like hanging out in the kitchens at our properties and watching the chefs.”
The sudden insight into her past managed to distract me from wanting to tackle her to the floor.I could almost think clearly.“You spent a lot of time around the hotels, didn’t you?”
“My entire life.”She lifted a shoulder, swirling the eggs until they covered the bottom of the pan, lifting the edges with her spatula.“Papa never liked the idea of leaving me with a nanny, so he brought me with him everywhere.”
“What about school?”
“I went to school, but I had tutors who kept me up to speed during the times I had to travel.”She chuckled, glancing at me and adding, “That was a perk.The other kids would get so jealous.”
It wasn’t difficult to imagine her sitting in one of those kitchens, observing.Soaking in every detail because that was the way her mind worked.Mine did too.We had to know the hows and the whys.
At the moment, I didn’t know how or why it was so goddamn impossible to get her out of my head, to look at her without every needful fantasy playing in my mind like my own personal porno.
“If you’re not going to get dressed, you might as well sit down.”She took two plates from the cabinet over the stove.I had to wonder how many people bothered making their own food when they came to stay here, but there was no harm in keeping tools on hand for situations like this.I sat at the square wooden table positioned beneath a rustic iron lighting fixture hanging from the ceiling.
When she left the plate in front of me, venturing close enough to my chair that I could touch her, I officially lost my grip.She was too close, too warm, too everything.Maybe it was the way she refused me that made her impossible to ignore, or it could have been vivid memories of how quick she was to light up at my kiss and touch like the fire now crackling in the hearth, only hotter somehow.More dangerous.
Whatever the reason, it made my arm shoot out, wrapping around her slim waist and hauling her close.Her sharp gasp turned into a groan.“For fuck’s sake?—”
No.Not this time.I pushed my chair back and pulled her into my lap before she could resist.She was soft, wriggling, and rubbing against me in her surprise.It sure as hell didn’t calm the flames blazing in my core, demanding satisfaction.
“Enough of the games,” I warned, inhaling her essence once I touched my nose to her neck.“It’s you and me cut off from the world.What’s that saying?Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?”
Pulling my head back far enough to look into her wide, uncertain eyes, I whispered, “What happens in the cabin…stays in the cabin.”
She was breathing hard, fast, the air rushing from between her parted lips.Lips I dragged my thumb across, making her shudder.“Dammit,” she breathed out.The sound of a woman knowing she had lost.
My resolve snapped at the sound.With a hand at the back of her head, I pulled her in, thrusting my tongue between her parted lips, effectively muffling her moan with the rest of my mouth covering hers.Her hands slid over my shoulders before her fingers ran through my hair, twisting, tugging.Somehow in the frenzy, she straddled me, settling her pussy over my cock and sending a bolt of lightning up my spine.The thin barrier of clothes between us was a sweet torture I didn’t know if I could endure much longer.
Our helpless groans mingled between us as I took hold of her hips, pulling her down, increasing the friction.There was no stopping this time.Not when her hot pussy threatened to make me blow my load.
“Fuck,” I grunted out between kisses, breathless, already undone by the force of my endless need, longing for the taste and the feel of her body.Now I could indulge, and I did, testing the weight of her tits as she lifted her arms overhead so I could unwrap them like the gift they were.My heart almost stopped the moment they dropped—full, firm, tipped with rosy nipples that begged my lips to close around them.
“Christ!”She almost barked at the contact, running my tongue in slow circles.Her nails scraped my scalp, and she pulled me closer.
The rocking motion of her hips increased with every lap of my tongue.I slid one hand down her back and under the waistband of her shorts, fondling her ass, gripping her soft, yielding flesh.I pressed harder until she trembled and whispered my name in a breathless moan.Yes, more of that.I would do anything so long as she kept up that guttural moaning.
“Clay… God, Clay…”
Mira was a puppet at this moment, and I was her master.Her body was in my hands, her pleasure at my fingertips, and the thought of it made me pant and growl against her chest.With my arm around her waist, holding her body against mine, I stood and placed her on the table, shoving the plate aside and laying her back.She lifted her hips, helping me peel away her shorts and G-string, letting her legs fall open to me as I sat in my chair again.“Mm… would you look at this…” I groaned out, propping her feet on my shoulders, staring at the glistening pink folds.“Your mind might be saying this is a bad idea, but your body?You should listen to it.I know it’s telling me how much you need this.”
I inhaled her sweetness, then I ran my flattened tongue over her shaved lips, dipping into her slit.A jolt ran through her and made her heels dig into my shoulders, but I welcomed the pressure.Her pussy was an open invitation I wasn’t about to refuse.
She lifted her hips, tugging my hair again, riding my face.“Yes… just like that,” she begged, giving me no choice but to pull my dripping dick free and stroke it as the taste, the smell, and the sound of her were too much, listening to her fall apart, losing the walls she kept around her.All because of me, a fact that made me more determined to taste her as she came on my tongue.
