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Chapter Six
Mia
I’m a goner. His sexy smirk is the end of the road for my resistance to this man. I don’t know why I’m still sitting on this side of the bar when he’s looking like sculpted sex cooking lunch for me.
Every time he stirs the food, I watch his back muscles ripple and move so magically… imagining my fingers riding the ridges and my nails scraping across his skin.
“Mia… I can feel you watching me. You’re fucking killing me over here.” I don’t truly hear what he’s saying. The way his slacks hang lower than his waist makes me insane. He looks in my direction, pulling my eyes to his. The depth of the connection we have in this moment nearly suffocates me.
I watch him turn off the burner and move toward me. The heat of his body next to mine is the first thing I notice… the feel of his touch is the next.
My hair falls from band holding it up as he removes it slowly. His string fingers move over the back of my head, massaging me nearly into a euphoria. He only allows a few seconds to pass before he fully grips my hair and yanks my head back against his chest. “So tempting.” He slides his palm over my exposed neck… then down my shirt.
“We’re wasting precious time. We could be wrapped up in each other… you screaming as I fuck you all damn day.” His grip tightens again before he continues to speak. “Look at us… both of us craving control.” He squeezes his hand around my throat just hard enough to send a tingle over my body. “But something tells me you’d prefer to be led.”
My eyes are still closed from when he yanked my hair back and a moan escapes my chest the instant his scruff brushes against my cheek. “Sit on the bar. I’ll take my dessert first.”
His grip on my hair doesn’t let up until I open my eyes and meet him with a look of what I can only assume is desperation. That’s how I feel. My entire body is heated, making every single move he makes that much more effective.
He leads me to sit on the bar then runs both of his palms up my sides, dragging my dress with heat of his fingertips. My panties are now exposed pulling his eyes to focus between my legs and making me squirm with just the thought of what’s coming next.
He slides the thin material down my legs, gently maneuvering each side over my heels. The burn of his kiss across the sensitive skin on my ankles brings a smile to my face. He’s already heated me up more than the last guy ever did and he hasn’t even started the real stuff.
His scruff tickles my inner thigh as he leaves a trail of moisture from his tongue. He pulls away before he gets to high, then moves to the other leg before I have a chance to object.
I want him between my legs. I want his tongue licking my pussy… and I want his hands all over me while I come undone.
“Look at you. Squirming and writhing in front of me like a hungry little whore.” His words wash over me as he slides two fingers deep inside me. I watch him hook his fingers and go back in over and over again, drawing my orgasm closer with every rotation of his thumb on my clit.
My hips voluntarily begin to rotate, riding his hand as if it’s where I’ll get my last breath. “God your face is sexy when you’re heated.” He lowers his mouth to my clit, nibbling his way to my first orgasm of the day.
My high is a continual linger on the edge of explosion, but he manages to hold me back from falling. “Please.” It slips out before I can stop myself. The pathetic begging for more.
“There it is. I thought you’d hold out longer.” And before I have a chance to say a word he grips my ass in both hands and slides my legs over his shoulders before lifting my into the air so that I’m straddling his face.
He buries his face into me while I try not to scream from being so high in the air. My fingers twist in his hair as I grab on for dear life.
He walks us to the living room and lays me on the couch. The hungry look on his face matches the feeling I have about being strung along without a release.
I watch him slowly drop his pants, freeing his cock as his slacks fall to his ankles. It’s seconds before he’s over me, sliding between my legs and sending us both into a frenzy of fucking.
We hit just about every position before the sun goes down. His insatiable sex drive is something I’ve never experienced and something I’ll be more than eager to try again.
I expect him to load me up and take me home when we both finish… but he doesn’t. He goes back in the kitchen and starts to cook again.
I sit in a t-shirt at the bar and watch him move. He’s mesmerizing and has me thinking about all the endless enjoyments I’d have spending time with a man like this.
I guess I’ve come to a simple conclusion… I’m not sure what tomorrow brings. Hell, I don’t even know what’ll happen the rest of this day… but I refuse to miss out on a man wanting to cherish me like he claims to and has so far today.
Worst case scenario… he fucks this up and I’m back to square one. I’ll take my chances.
