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“I am not your woman.” she whispers. Still not moving from in front of me.
“Are you sure about that, baby?” My hand wraps around her waist. Pulling her to me, I don’t bother giving her warning. My mouth takes her mouth hostage, as my hands explore her back and buries itself in her hair. Bringing her closer into me, our tongues, duel for control as she moans into my mouth, the sound reverberating through my body causing the need for her to triple. Reluctantly I pull my mouth from hers. “Now you know.” I peck her one more time...loving that she follows my mouth not wanting it to end. “Come on baby. Let’s get home.”Chapter SevenSarinaHome. I say to myself as I take in my surroundings. It’s the word Dayton has been saying all day, no doubt trying to get me used to it. The truth is, as wrong as it may be, this does feel like a home. Definitely more so than my parents’ house. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and we were close. But, both of them being lawyers also had its...place I guess you could say. Everything in our home always seemed...in order, if you will. Everything had its place. There was no room for self-expression, or to add a little color. Not even me and Rory’s room. I was used to it though and was just glad to have parents who loved us.
However, looking around Dayton’s place, it looks, lived in, warm and filled with personality and grace. Not at all what I would expect from a man. As a matter of fact, it looks just like something I would have done. The living room is a beautiful shade of mint green. His furniture is a bluish grey with hints of egg yolk and vanilla all around. His kitchen, a gorgeous neutral color, giving way to any color accents. Put simply, I love it.
I make it to the stairs and hesitate, not sure I want to venture up there. I turn and hear him on the phone in his office. Taking a deep breath, I figure I might as well go and take a look in Rory’s room and make sure it doesn’t need anything that I can run and get from the store. That reminds me I need to find out what the deal is. How do I get access to the inheritance my father said he was leaving for me and my sister? I want to take care of her. Give her anything she needs and everything she wants. Walking up the stairs, I stop at the room to the left of the stairs, noting the door is closed. Huh. Must be my room. I will get to that in a moment. Standing at the door of her room, I note it looks cute and tidy. The movers have moved all her things inside, while the unpackers have done a good job of setting everything up.
“What are you thinking baby?” he asks. He is so close to me; his breath is making promises his mouth is not saying. Teasing me, making me want.
“N-nothing. You have a beautiful home, Dayton.”
“Wrong word, Rina. Say it right, baby.”
One of his hands moves under my shirt, rubbing up and down my back as his other hand runs along the top of my pants. “Come on baby, say it right.” his voice becoming more commanding. I don't know how he expects me to do or say anything when he is touching me. Hell, I barely know my name right now.
“Ours.” I manage to stammer out.
“Shit, baby. Say it again, Rina. I need to hear the words one more time.” His tongue comes out and licks my shoulder to my face. I can feel my skin, tightening, yearning. “Fuck. Even your shoulder is sweet. I am going to have so much fun licking your ice cream, baby. Say it.” I can’t stop myself before the moan leaves my mouth.
“Ours.” I say mixed with a voice I don't recognize.
“Good girl. You feel that, baby?” he says as he pushes more of himself against me. Even with his pants on, I can feel him, standing at attention, calling for me. The hands that were at the top of my pants are moving lower, light brushes making my head fall back against him. I am fighting myself to keep from spreading my legs right now, so he can move inside of my pussy, and see how slick it is. Suddenly, his hand is gone, and I feel like I have just been doused in ice. He turns me around; his mouth touches mine. His hands holding my face like he is scared I am going to walk away. Hell. I couldn’t if I wanted to. His tongue chasing mine is so addicting. I could do this for hours. He pulls back from me and I find myself chasing his mouth, whimpering. I want that feeling to come back. “I know, baby. I know. But we need to get ready for Rory. Is there anything you want to get her?” Shit. Where has my mind gone?
