“Fine. Why?” I fake the smile, trying to shake off the emotions that pulse through me.
“You’re ripping the page.”
I follow his line of sight down to my hand that’s gripping the newspaper so hard the page has crumpled.
“Oh.” Pulling back immediately, I wipe my hands on my thighs, trying to get my head on straight.
“Come on. The boys are in bed, safe and happy.” Sutton takes my hand gently in his, and we stop to say good night to the kids before he pulls me down the hallway. It’s dark, but I can make out the luxurious light fittings, the artwork on the walls, the tall ceilings, the marble floors.
As he opens the door to his suite at the end of the hall, we step inside, the carpet lush, the bed huge, and his hand comes up to cup my face, tilting my eyes to meet his. There’s heat in his gaze as his thumb brushes across my lips.
“Let me help you forget whatever’s in that beautiful brain of yours, at least for a little while.”
His lips press against mine, and I’m ready to forget it all.
26
Sutton
I see the fear and hurt laced in her gaze, but as my lips connect with hers, her body relents, and I hold her tight. I want to soak up all her fears. I want to protect her, but with no idea what from, I’m searching for a faceless villain.
I’ve been itching to have her to myself for the entire night. I could barely concentrate on the movie, my hand running up and down her thigh as we sat on the sofa, wanting to rip the jeans off her legs and taste her instead of the salty popcorn I was stuck shoving into my mouth instead.
I kiss down her neck, relishing her light moan, her shoulders lowering as her hands run up my back. With her body melting like butter in my hold, I grin against her skin.
“Why are you smiling?” Her head has fallen back, her eyes closed, and I kiss back up her neck to her ear to answer her.
“Just happy…” It’s the truth. I can’t remember a time when I felt so good about everything. When she grins right back, I return the question.
“Why are you smiling?” My hands smooth up and down her torso, her curves, loving the feeling of having her here with me. In my arms.
“Just happy…” she whispers.
And that’s how I know I have her focus. When I saw her clenching the newspaper, she wasn’t with me, her mind clearly on something else and that something else left sadness in her eyes. Now, they sparkle, right in my direction.
Slowly, I grab the hem of her top and draw it up and off her frame, leaving her encased in her bra. White. Fresh. Innocent. But there’s nothing innocent about what we’re going to do. I want her naked, bouncing on me. My balls are so blue from waiting weeks for her, I’m not sure I can wait much longer. But I will. For her.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me?” She steps closer, lifting her mouth to meet mine. She instigates the kiss, one so featherlight that I swear she’s teasing me on purpose.
“I’m going to get you naked, kiss every inch of your beautiful body, and then I’m going to fuck you all night long.” Okay, maybe I’m not as slow and steady as I want to be, but having her right in front of me like this is testing my willpower. At my response, I swear I can hear her heart hammering in her chest, so I pull back to look at her. Did I go too far? Have I scared her off? I stand in front of her, remaining firm, waiting as her mouth turns up, and she gives me a saucy grin as her hand reaches for my belt.
“What are you waiting for?” is all she says before I slam my mouth back onto hers. It’s game on.
I swallow her moans as my hands hit the waistband of her jeans, making quick work of them, her kicking them off just as fast. My hands find her perky ass, and I lift her up easily. As her legs wrap around me, I take two steps forward, pushing her back against the wall.
“God, I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” I moan against her skin as I grind into her, wanting her to feel how hard I am. What she does to me.
“You know what Aristotle said…” She’s already breathless as she fists my top, trying to lift it from my frame. I lean back, grabbing it from the back of my neck and helping her rip it off.
“Tell me, Tinker.” I grin, barely pulling my lips from hers. Her words are my aphrodisiac, our movement becoming quicker as her hands dive into the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet,” she pants, her head lolling back against the wall as I grab her bra straps, pulling them down her shoulders, wanting her tits in my mouth.
“Oh, your fruit is very fucking sweet, baby,” I grit out as her breasts spill from her bra cups, and I lower my head, taking a nipple into my mouth. As I do, her hips grind against me, and my cock weeps. I nearly whimper. And that’s when I know I’m in trouble with this woman.
We are feverish, hands exploring, mouths smashing, hips grinding, wanting more. I can feel the heat between her legs every time she moves against me, and with each needy moan crawling up her throat, I’m edging toward desperate.
“I can’t wait. I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall,” I growl as the two of us unbutton my jeans, and I shove them down. I’m so fucking hard, I can’t even think. Getting her naked, having her scream my name, making her come over and over and over again, those thoughts are taking up the forefront of my mind.
