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“You’ll get more when we get home, pixie,” I whisper, withdrawing my finger from her trembling sex when the light turns green. She protests sweetly, reaching blindly for my hand to guide it back to her hot center, but I don’t give in. “We’re almost there.”
“Please,” she whimpers needily.
“Soon,” I assure her, stepping on the gas. “Soon I will take care of my horny little girl.”
And then later, after I’ve taken care of her and she’s tucked in fast asleep, I’ll go out and put an end to this deal of her stepfather’s. I’ll make sure everyone in this city knows Mila is mine.
Chapter Seven
Mila
His lips are on mine the second the door closes shut behind us.
My back is slammed against the wall before I am lifted into his arms, my thighs wrapped around his waist. His muscled body holds me up as he rocks his thick shaft against the black cotton strip between my legs.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, pixie?” he rasps deeply, nipping my ear lobe before skating his lips down the side of my neck. “Watching me lose myself in your body . . . your intoxicating taste.”
His words send a rush of heat to my pulsing sex, one that is still trembling from his teasing in the car.
“More,” I whimper, arching into his touch. Christ, I should be a little bit mortified at just how needy I’m feeling, but I can’t think long enough to summon the feelings. I can’t think beyond Gunner’s touch, and when he buries his face in my throat, I tip my head back to allow him access. I cry out needily as he bathes my throat with kisses, the graze of his teeth sending another rush of wetness rocking my core.
I’m aching.
My nipples push painfully against my bra, and every part of my body craves his touch. The need is so strong, it has me arching into him desperately, not an ounce of shame present as I rub against his erection, but it’s not enough. I need more . . .
Need to feel that out-of-body sensation I experienced last night with Gunner.
“Look at you, my horny little girl,” he grits, pressing his hardness between my legs and making me whimper. “I bet your creamy little pussy is trembling for your man’s cock.”
Oh God!
“Yes, please,” I whimper, a thrill shooting up my spine at the words, and I realize just how badly I want Gunner to be just that—my man. For him to take care of me, protect me from creeps like my stepfather, and love me the only way he can.
The way only he ever will.
“I need to be inside of you, baby,” he says, his gaze locking on mine briefly before his mouth drops hotly to mine. My lips part for him with a low moan when he deepens the kiss, digging his fingers into my skin as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. “You are mine, Mila,” he says hoarsely between kisses.
“Yours,” I respond, my brain too fried to even notice that he’s pulled me off the wall and we’re walking toward his room. I can’t focus on anything but his lips, and when he lays me on his bed, I grab onto his shoulder so he follows me down, his delicious weight making me feel safe and protected.
My back arches off the bed when his left hand strokes my breast, his palms squeezing me through my dress, and I whimper into the kiss at the pulsing heat the move sends rocking through my sex.
“Beautiful,” he rasps as he breaks the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, a moan breaking out when he runs his tongue over my ear, nipping gently at the lobe before kissing a trail down my throat. “No one else is going to claim your virginity when it belongs to me, Mila. It’s mine for the taking. Say it.”
Oh!
The possessiveness in Gunner’s voice is enough to make my toes curl in pleasure, and all I can do is let him have me. Let him take me like I was custom-made for him.
Only him.
“Say it, Mila!” he demands.
“Y-yours,” I stammer, barely able to form a coherent thought. “It’s yours. I’m yours!”
Gunner pushes back, and I whine at the loss of his lips on my skin, but I am rewarded by the sight of his muscular body as he grabs his shirt and whips it off before tossing it away. My hungry eyes run over his torso, trying to memorize everything from his perfectly sculpted muscles to the trail of ink running over his chest and shoulders, covering the scars all over his torso. I lift my hand to trail a finger over the rough skin and down to the darkish brown forest of hair that disappears into his pants.
He’s beautiful.
Gunner is built like a piece of art. I’ve always thought so. Hell, I looked for him in every other man I saw, but not a single one came close to the man I’d built up in my head because no one will ever compare to him, scars and all. There can never be another Gunner, and he is it for me.
