Her heavy eyes close, and her lips part. A soft moan escapes them when she leans the back of her head against the door as well, exposing her neck to me. I lower my head and run my lips across her jawline.
She’s right.
I didn’t want to go to those lame ass parties. I wanted her here. Alone. But I’ll never admit that. Never let her know that all she had to do was bat her fucking eyelashes and I’d give her what she wanted. That I’m so weak for her, I’d cave that easily.
I lie. “If I didn’t want to go, then I wouldn’t have gone.” My free hand runs up her rib cage, and I wish I had a knife on me to cut this dress off her. I want to unwrap her like a fucking present on Christmas morning. Rip it to shreds and discard it to the floor.
She smiles. “You don’t have to lie to me, Cole. You’re getting laid either way.”
I chuckle softly. When I get to her neck, my teeth sink into her delicate flesh. And she cries out, her hands fisting in my jacket. “Ffucckkk …”
I draw her skin into my mouth and taste the perfume. Fuck, I could eat her alive. And at this point, I don’t think she’d stop me. She hasn’t yet. “Yes. We are.”
She shrieks as I slide my hand behind her knees and pick her feet up off the floor. “Pull your dress up,” I order. The length is so long, I’m stepping on it.
She gathers the red material in her hands, and I carry her up the stairs to the loft. Once we reach the landing, I put her down on her feet, and she sways a little bit.
“Lift your arms,” I order, and she obeys.
I reach up and unzip the dress down her side. The zipper comes to a stop at her hip, and in record time, it’s falling to the floor. A pile of red lies at our feet—like a pool of blood. She isn’t wearing a bra, but she has on a black lace thong. I place both of my hands on her hips, sliding my fingers between the fabric and skin. I fall to my knees before her and slowly slide the fabric down her smooth, toned legs, softly kissing the inside of her thighs. They shudder from the contact.
Her flawless skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I smile before I sink my teeth into it.
“Cole.” She gasps as they shake.
“Sweetheart?” I kiss higher. She pants from above me. I can feel the heat from her pussy. She’s so ready for me. But not yet…
My hands glide up to cup her ass—fingers digging into her flesh. I look forward to leaving my handprint on it later. Her hands dig into my hair as my lips trail back over to her thigh. She whimpers in protest. I smile and bite her skin again. Harder this time. She jerks my head back. I look up to see her staring down at me, red lips parted while she breathes heavily. Her nipples hard and ready for my mouth. Standing to my full height, I grip both her thighs, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed.
She squeals in surprise, and her hair covers half of her face. She blows it out of the way as I crawl between her legs. “My heels …”
“Leave them on.” I plan on wrapping my fists around them.
Her hands grip my tux, and she yanks on it, trying to pull me to her. “Take it off,” she moans, and I laugh at her lack of patience. “Cole,” she growls.
“What?” I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
She squirms underneath me. Arching her back, she clenches her teeth and her chest heaves. She’s getting pissed. And I’m hard as a fucking rock.
I cross her wrists and wrap one hand around them, holding them down. My now free hand goes between her legs. She spreads them the best she can for me. “So fucking wet, baby.”
“Please,” she begs.
I slide a finger into her. “Is this what you want?”
“No.” Her response is breathless, and she bucks her hips, wanting more.
“What is it that you want?” I ask, pulling out my finger and thrusting two in this time. My thumb runs over her clit, teasing her.
Her hips buck again, and her heels dig into the comforter. “You. I want you.”
“You want me to what, sweetheart?” I love fucking with her. Ever since the night I met her in the cemetery, I’ve wanted her like this. And I take full advantage of it.
“Fuck me. Please? Cole, just fuck me!” she cries out to me.
I still don’t want to give her what she wants. I want to make her wait. Because I know come tomorrow morning, things will be different. I’m going to have to push her away no matter how much it kills me. This is for her safety. From me. From the group. From everyone. I’m willingly going to give her up and pray that she comes back to me.
Just the thought makes me sick.
“Cole?” she snaps, trying to free her hands from my grip. It doesn’t work. “What are you … Please?” she begs again, wiggling her hips under me.
Her perfect tits are right there. I could easily bend down and take a hard nipple into my mouth, but I’m not going to. Not yet.
I lower my head and nuzzle her neck, breathing her in. She already has a thin layer of sweat covering her skin. “I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart. I just wanna hear you beg for it first.”
“I am,” she whimpers.
“Beg for my cock, Austin. Beg for me to be inside you. Owning you. Fucking you. Destroying you.” I want to hear the desperation in her voice. The need for me. Because I know it will be a long time before I hear it again. Come tomorrow, she’s going to hate me. More than she ever has.
She struggles underneath me. Her green eyes narrow up at me, and I smile down at her. “So beautiful.”
“I need you,” she chokes out, body shaking. “Please, God …” She arches her back. “I need you to fuck me …” she all but cries out.
I just watch her. She’s getting herself worked up, and she looks fucking gorgeous like this. “So needy.”
“Cole!” she growls. Her heels continue to dig in the bed, and I hear the sheets rip. I smile. Her muscles tense in her wrists that I continue to hold down. “You fucking own me,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut. “Is that what you want?” She sucks in a long breath. “You own me. I need you … please …”
But do you love me?
I shake my head at that thought. She could never feel that for me. Not after what I’ve done to her. But I’ll prove that I can do better. Be better. You’re going to love me, Austin Lowes, no matter what I have to do to get you back after I hurt you for the last time.
“See, was that so hard?” I tease.
Her eyes spring open and narrow up at me. I release her wrists, and she reaches up, yanking my shirt open, and the buttons go flying. She grips the back of my neck and yanks my head down to hers. I kiss her desperately. My tongue dances with hers as I reach my free hand down, unzip my slacks, and take my hard dick in my hand. I rub it against her pussy. Using my thighs, I pry hers apart and slide into her. Painfully slowly. Feeling her stretch for me. My cock. She feels so fucking good.
She rips her mouth from mine and lets out a moan before biting her bottom lip. Her eyes close, and she arches her back.
“This what you want?” I want to fuck her so hard that tomorrow she won’t be able to walk away from me. She’ll have to crawl. “See what happens when you’re a good girl?”
“Yes. God … yes.” Her breath catches, and I pull out of her just as slowly as I entered her.