She’s killing me.
Straight out murder by kissing.
Who knew kissing was lethal?
What a way to go.
As lost as I am in her, I’m careful to let her lead as much as I can. Her animalistic sounds and hunger make it hard to remember I can’t flip her over on the couch, wrap her hair around my fist, and rut into her as her sweet, innocent pussy squeezes the life out of me, drilling her until she screams my name, coming all over my greedy cock as my cum marks her beautiful body inside and out.
Yeah, I can’t do that.
But I can let her use me, experiment on me, find her pleasure using my body in any way that makes her feel good, safe, needed, and most desperately wanted.
“Rowdy,” she mewls in the seconds between one kiss ending and another beginning, rocking her hips, moaning and gasping for air.
She lights fires everywhere her hands touch and claw at my shoulders and the back of my neck. The way she pulls my hair free and her fingers skate across my scalp, massaging and tugging to get me closer, drives me insane with want.
My cock begs to be freed. Just an inch is all I need.
Crazy fuck thinks an inch inside her pussy would ever be enough.
It’s a start.
Shut the fuck up. This isn’t about you.
Not possible. I’m a dickhead, remember? It’s always about me.
“Tell me what you need, Kitten.” Please, say it’s my cock. My tongue on your clit. Your nipples in my mouth. “Tell me.”
“I… don’t know.” She sounds lost.
Of course she doesn’t know. She’s as innocent as the Virgin Mary.
God, why’d I have to bring her into this?
“Trust me?”
“Mmm, yes,” she pants across my lips before diving in for more.
Christ, this woman.
She’s so much more than I dared to imagine.
Hyper-focused on her cues, I slide my hand down her belly, slipping my hand inside the waist of her tiny shorts, my thumb finding her wet heat coating her panties. “So wet, baby.”
I rub circles around her clit, her slickness seeping onto my thumb. “I want to taste you. Would you let me do that, someday?”
I’m not pushing her boundaries or my willpower by trying to do that now. I have my hand in her pants. I never thought I’d get to kiss her, much less rub her to orgasm. I don’t need to push for more right now.
Her hips buck as she nips my jaw, seeking my mouth, humming, “Hmm.”
“Yeah, you will. My little kitten wants me to lick her clean after getting her dirty and wet.”
Fuck.
I’m trying to get her off, and I’m about to blow in my jeans, my words doing a number on myself.
Arousal coats the air, thick and hot. Sweat beads on her brow. Perky nipples push against her t-shirt, braless and begging for my mouth, but I don’t dare.
One step at a time.
As she shakes and crushes her mouth to mine, her grip on me tightens, her movements jerky, uncontrolled. She’s primed to blow.
I could bite her nipple. Tell her to come and send her sailing, sucking and soothing her through the roof and back.
My balls tingle at the thought of doing her rough and her loving it, begging me for more. To see her free and fearless with me.
“Cam, I—”
“I know, Kitten. I got you.” I kiss up her neck, nip at her pulse point and suck the sting away before whispering in her ear, “You’re so hot, you gonna make me come.”
Her nails scratch my scalp as her head is tossed back. A moan builds as her body trembles. I bypass her panties and nearly have a coronary when I feel her flesh against my thumb, skin to skin, slick and warm, and so needy. Her bundle of nerves is hard and ready for my mouth to lick and suck. “Come for me, Kitten.”
And damn if she doesn’t.
Flailing in my arms, electrocuted with zings of pleasure, my girl comes undone, calling my name, begging me not to stop, like I would—like I could.
If given the choice, I’d never stop making her come.
I’d spend the rest of my life feeling her limp and satisfied in my arms, taking her over and over again until she begs me to stop.
Then working her into a frenzy until she’s begging me to never stop.
PANTING AND TREMBLING IN HIS ARMS, the horror of what just happened—of what I did—of what I let him do, blankets me like a shroud of shame.
He came to me for comfort over the news of his mother, and here I am, selfishly finding pleasure in his arms, mouth, hands, and body.
Oh, God. What have I done?
He’s hard between my thighs, his hand that was in my panties—touching me there—is now caressing my back under my shirt, and his lips skim my brow, whispering sweet, soothing things into my skin.
What have I done?
I’ve used him.
And I’m a horrible tease, because what happens next when he wants more and I freak out?
Would I freak out? My body is humming. My muscles have never been this relaxed… But that doesn’t mean an attack isn’t on its way to remind him I’m broken.
“I should go,” I mumble and fight to disentangle myself from his lap, his hands trying to hold me.
“What?” He laughs as he grips my arm, keeping me from stumbling over the coffee table.
I pull back, straightening my shorts and t-shirt. “I should go.”
I’m a horrible person. I’m so sorry, Rowdy.
“Go?” He frowns and steps toward me as I edge back. “This is your place. Don’t freak out on me, Kitten.”
“Oh, right.” He came to my apartment. Gee, I’m genius-level smart and well-adjusted to life, obviously.
God, this is awkward.
“Reese.”
The first time I saw Rowdy, Frankie introduced us at Gabriel’s championship fight—the night before she became my sister-in-law.
Rowdy was hot. Tall, strong with muscles for days. Long light-brownish-blond hair that danced on his shoulders when he spoke, scanning the room for potential danger with ice-blue eyes that stole my breath and dimples that zapped my clit, making me uncomfortably wet in public for the first time ever.
The way he fawned over Frankie, sweet and gentle, ensuring she was comfortable and safe, made me envious.
Gabriel had been in love with Frankie since the beginning of time.
He didn’t know it.
I did.
But Frankie, she had to find her way to Gabriel via a horrendous path through Austin, her first boyfriend and Gabriel’s former best friend.
But as I watched Rowdy being protective over her, all I could think was I want that.
I want a man to look at me the way Rowdy looked at her. The way Gabriel looked at her when he thought no one was watching.
They were both so protective of her, like guardian angels but better.
I wonder if Gabriel knows Rowdy was in love with Frankie.
Was?
That’s a sobering thought.
Is he still?
“Do you love her?” I gulp down my embarrassment for coming on his hand. I ignore the darkness lapping at my heels, the buzzing in my ears.
Rowdy touched me.
He. Touched. Me.
What if Dad finds out?
Go away, crazy. I’ve got no room for you between Rowdy and me.
I can’t ruin this more than I already have with my damage.
“Who?” Rowdy moves like lightning and captures my face in his hands. “Don’t.” His lips brush mine. “Don’t freak out on me, Kitten.”