as the case happened to be.
With his tongue in her mouth, he swore he was drugged by her taste. It made him reckless. Made him forget that only seconds ago he’d been ready to be noble and not fuck her brains out.
Now he didn’t think he could take another breath without having her.
With their lips still locked, he picked her up in his arms. Hers wrapped around his shoulders immediately and she clung to him as he headed for the stairs at the back of the kitchen.
The stairwell was narrow and he bumped his elbows so many times he was sure they’d be black and blue tomorrow. He didn’t care.
He almost stumbled as they reached the second floor and he had to release her mouth to get his bearings, flinging one hand out to steady himself against the wall. Her mouth immediately landed on his neck, where she sucked on the tendon beneath the skin, biting and licking and driving him crazy.
That side of his neck was mostly scar-free so the skin was more sensitive there. Almost too sensitive. Every swipe of her tongue made electricity zing through his body. His cock felt like it was going to burst out of his jeans.
Stopping to make sure he had his feet under him, he let his head fall back as she worked her mouth from his neck to his lips.
Her hands shoved through his hair and she tugged until he stared directly into her eyes. “You better be taking me to a bed.”
“Damn right. And when we get there, I’m going to strip you naked and tie you to it.”
He saw her eyelids flutter and her gaze darken. “I might let you.”
“You already gave your consent. You’re here. And now you’re mine.”
He felt her shake, heard her breath hitch but she held his gaze. And didn’t let go.
She’d accepted him before, scars and all. Now he’d see if she accepted even more of him.
He started to walk again, his bedroom on the other side of the house from this set of stairs.
She never said no. She never said stop.
By the time they reached his bed, he hoped like hell he had enough control to take her the way he wanted and not just fall on her like an animal. That first time with her two weeks ago had been the first time he’d had sex since the explosion. And since then, he’d craved her.
Only his obsession with finding out what had happened that night in the lab kept him from hunting her down.
Now, he tossed her on the bed. She bounced once before stabilizing herself with her hands on the mattress, still staring up at him.
“Strip.”
Swallowing hard, she hesitated, eyes widening as if in fear.
Damn it. Maybe she was just too damn young to handle all of him. Maybe—
With an easy grace, she rose to her knees, her hands lifting to the front of her shirt. Her gaze held his and he couldn’t tell if she needed reassurance that he hadn’t turned into some kind of raving lunatic or if she was as turned on as he was.
Her fingers worked their way down her shirt buttons. She didn’t go slowly, didn’t do it as a tease. When she got to the bottom, she yanked the tails out of the skirt and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the side, leaving her in a flesh-colored bra that managed to be sexy without being overt.
Then again, maybe it was because she was wearing it.
Now, her hands went to the fastening on the back of her skirt and he heard the zipper release. In the next second, she slid to the edge of the mattress and stood. The skirt fell down her legs, revealing matching bikini panties and a garter.
God damn, the girl slayed him.
His jaw hurt from clenching it, to keep from demanding she go faster. That she get on her knees and suck him off. Jules brought out the caveman in him. And he wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
Because in the back of his mind, he wondered if he was just a curiosity for her. Just the man who’d saved her and her mother from a life of poverty and worry. Maybe she felt she owed him.
At this moment, he didn’t care. She was here and he was going to take whatever she gave
With his tongue in her mouth, he swore he was drugged by her taste. It made him reckless. Made him forget that only seconds ago he’d been ready to be noble and not fuck her brains out.
Now he didn’t think he could take another breath without having her.
With their lips still locked, he picked her up in his arms. Hers wrapped around his shoulders immediately and she clung to him as he headed for the stairs at the back of the kitchen.
The stairwell was narrow and he bumped his elbows so many times he was sure they’d be black and blue tomorrow. He didn’t care.
He almost stumbled as they reached the second floor and he had to release her mouth to get his bearings, flinging one hand out to steady himself against the wall. Her mouth immediately landed on his neck, where she sucked on the tendon beneath the skin, biting and licking and driving him crazy.
That side of his neck was mostly scar-free so the skin was more sensitive there. Almost too sensitive. Every swipe of her tongue made electricity zing through his body. His cock felt like it was going to burst out of his jeans.
Stopping to make sure he had his feet under him, he let his head fall back as she worked her mouth from his neck to his lips.
Her hands shoved through his hair and she tugged until he stared directly into her eyes. “You better be taking me to a bed.”
“Damn right. And when we get there, I’m going to strip you naked and tie you to it.”
He saw her eyelids flutter and her gaze darken. “I might let you.”
“You already gave your consent. You’re here. And now you’re mine.”
He felt her shake, heard her breath hitch but she held his gaze. And didn’t let go.
She’d accepted him before, scars and all. Now he’d see if she accepted even more of him.
He started to walk again, his bedroom on the other side of the house from this set of stairs.
She never said no. She never said stop.
By the time they reached his bed, he hoped like hell he had enough control to take her the way he wanted and not just fall on her like an animal. That first time with her two weeks ago had been the first time he’d had sex since the explosion. And since then, he’d craved her.
Only his obsession with finding out what had happened that night in the lab kept him from hunting her down.
Now, he tossed her on the bed. She bounced once before stabilizing herself with her hands on the mattress, still staring up at him.
“Strip.”
Swallowing hard, she hesitated, eyes widening as if in fear.
Damn it. Maybe she was just too damn young to handle all of him. Maybe—
With an easy grace, she rose to her knees, her hands lifting to the front of her shirt. Her gaze held his and he couldn’t tell if she needed reassurance that he hadn’t turned into some kind of raving lunatic or if she was as turned on as he was.
Her fingers worked their way down her shirt buttons. She didn’t go slowly, didn’t do it as a tease. When she got to the bottom, she yanked the tails out of the skirt and shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the side, leaving her in a flesh-colored bra that managed to be sexy without being overt.
Then again, maybe it was because she was wearing it.
Now, her hands went to the fastening on the back of her skirt and he heard the zipper release. In the next second, she slid to the edge of the mattress and stood. The skirt fell down her legs, revealing matching bikini panties and a garter.
God damn, the girl slayed him.
His jaw hurt from clenching it, to keep from demanding she go faster. That she get on her knees and suck him off. Jules brought out the caveman in him. And he wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
Because in the back of his mind, he wondered if he was just a curiosity for her. Just the man who’d saved her and her mother from a life of poverty and worry. Maybe she felt she owed him.
At this moment, he didn’t care. She was here and he was going to take whatever she gave
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