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“Do you know why that is, Violet?” I question her. She looks at me, and then shakes her head negatively. “Because they never cared enough to look deeper than what I was giving them, and I never cared enough to make them.”
“Mike—”
“You saw the real me from the beginning didn’t you, Violet?” I ask her, my voice dropping down. There’s only me and her here, but I want her to know that I’m talking to her and only her. She’s the only one important.
“I saw that you were an asshole,” she mumbles, making me smile.
“I am an asshole, but even knowing that, you still chipped away and took the time to get to know me.”
“You make it sound romantic, but it wasn’t like you gave me a lot of choice,” she mutters. “Blackmail, remember?”
“It’s not like you’re letting me forget,” I tell her, rolling my eyes. I let my hands drop, but Violet surprises me by stepping into me and getting as close as she can.
“You need a girl who will keep you humble, Mikey. It appears that girl is going to be me.”
“I just need you, Angel. I just need you,” I tell her and if it sounds like a vow it is. Violet is the first person without an agenda or ulterior motives I’ve met, with the exception of my brother. She’s the first person that I’ve felt connected to, safe with, and accepted by, in my entire life.
We come together in a kiss and I’m no expert, but this kiss feels more emotional than any I’ve ever had. The physical is there, however, and Violet is right there with me. It starts slow, but in no time hunger takes over and the kiss becomes more a heated war—each of us trying to take control. Our tongues war, clash and conquer. Violet’s hands slip under my shirt, her nails biting into me, scoring my skin as she pulls me closer. Feeling that, knowing how much she needs me, just fuels my hunger for her. I turn us so that her back is against the tree and I pin her against it.
“Mike,” she gasps, as I slide my hand under her shirt, letting the pads of my fingers dance across her stomach.
“Yeah, baby?” I moan, cupping her breast in my hand and squeezing it.
Her body shivers against me and I rake my thumb against the pebbled nub, hating the fact she’s wearing a bra.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she whimpers, her head arching backwards as I kiss along her neck.
“I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more,” I argue, pushing her bra up so her round breast falls into my hand.
I groan at the heat that rushes through me. I need my lips on her. I don’t have a choice, the need is too consuming, a hunger that is impossible to contain. I raise her shirt, exposing her to the cool night air. Her gasp of shock and desire echoes around me as I bend down to suck her nipple into my mouth, humming in approval as I taste her tender skin.
“Mike…”
She breathes my name like it’s a lifeline. It feels like a drug flooding through me, making me feel powerful. I slide the button loose on her pants as I continue to kiss and tease her.
“I love the way your skin tastes, Violet,” I growl.
I slip my hand into her opened pants, pressing my fingers against her tender flesh, and into her panties.
“Mike we have to stop,” she cries, biting down, as a low guttural moan slips from her swollen lips when my fingers brush against her wet, throbbing clit.
“I don’t want to quit, Angel. I’m going to make you come all over my hand and then I’m going to lick my fingers clean, taking every drop of your sweetness,” I promise her.
“Not here,” she exhales, shaking her head as if to clear it. “Let’s go home.”
“I can’t wait, Violet, and you’re so fucking wet, you can’t tell me you can either,” I murmur, sliding two fingers through her wetness and pushing inside of her.
Jesus.
I wasn’t lying. She is completely soaked—dripping for me.
“Oh God,” she moans, as I work her sweet little cunt. I’m going to make her come, but fuck…I’d give anything to have her home, on a bed, naked and open to me. I haven’t made love to her yet, it’s killed me, but I haven’t wanted to rush her. Seeing how insecure she was around Lindy has shown me that was wrong. I should have been showing Violet all along how special she was. I needed to reassure her that she’s all I think about.
All I want.
That’s exactly what I’m going to do—starting tonight.
“I don’t want this. Not like this, Mike. There are too many others watching,” she whispers, as her legs open wider, giving me better access.
