I stare at him openmouthed, because… shit, am I that easy to read? Or… is he just that perfect on picking up on my emotions?
He takes a step forward, and I take a step back. But my heart. My stupid, stupid heart flutters. Heavily. I should NOT be feeling this way. Absolutely not. For fuck's sake, I just lost my husband. But his eyes are burning into me with an intensity that makes my knees go weak.
He's a good-looking man. Very good looking. And in that suit? He's enough to fill a few girlish fantasies and to keep vibrators busy. That vibe of power coming off him wherever he goes? Hell, that's one hell of a turn-on. But that's not all of it. Itdoesn't matter how much I try to deny it or keep erecting that wall that saysI'm married.I was just widowed. Gabe keeps tearing it down faster than I can build it up.
None of that seems to matter to my traitorous body. My stupid, aching vagina floods with heat, my panties grow slick and damp as my pussy clenches with shameless need, practically purring:And what about you, Audra? What do you deserve?
My nipples tighten into hard, sensitive peaks, pushing insistently against the lace of my bra like they're screaming for his mouth, his teeth, the rough scrape of his stubble.Touch us. Claim us. Make us forget every other man who's ever existed.
I squeeze my thighs together, mortified by how wet I already am, how desperately my body is begging for the very man I should be running from.
This sexual attraction is stronger than anything I've ever encountered in my life.
I raise my hands to ward him off as I keep moving back until the solid surface of the wall stops me. My palms press against his suit. I can feel the hard beat of his heart underneath it.Ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump. Fast, so incredibly fast. Just like mine. My head lifts. He's close, so damn close.
The smell of his cologne—something expensive that smells of sandalwood and cider—plays havoc with what's left of my senses. I forget to breathe. Just stop. Stare up at him. His pupils are dilated so much that his eyes are almost black. He stares back at me with a hunger that floods my already wet panties even more. It's not just hunger, though. There's desire, too, and something else I refuse to name right now. I can see myself reflected in his eyes.
My tongue flicks over my lips.Fuck, Audra, you didn't just do that.
His head dips lower. There is no question in his eyes now. He's going to take what he wants. And again,Fuck. My panties are fucking drenched, because God help me. I want him too.
I knowthere will be no turning back. None. And I don't give a fuck. She's going to be mine. Now. I can see the same desire burning in her eyes that's flooding my body. My dick is already hard as a rock. My balls are pulsing with desire for her. Have been since I first laid eyes on her. Come hell or high water, I'm going to fuck her senseless until she screams my name and forgets that any other man ever existed.
She looks up at me with those incredible green eyes. The moment her tongue flicks out, I'm done for. I grab the back of her neck with one hand and her ass with the other. My cock is already leaking precum by the time my palm makes contact with the soft flesh of her ass. I lift her against the wall and press my mouth down on hers. She doesn't hesitate. Her lips part, and my tongue enters. Flicks against hers at the same moment. She's so close now, I can feel the erratic beat of her heart. Oneof her hands buries itself in my hair, the other still lies against my chest, but now it curls into my suit jacket, pulling me tighter against her.
Her legs scissor around my hips while my hand on her ass keeps her up, and the wall adds additional leverage. A small whimper escapes her when my palm closes too hard around her ass, but hell, I can't help it. Never in my life have I wanted to devour somebody like I do her. Devour is just the right word, too. I want to lick her, fuck her, taste her. I want to own every cell of her body. There won't be an inch that I haven't explored when I'm done with her. Not that I'll ever be done with her. Because whether she likes it or not. She's mine. Utterly, completely, irrevocably, MINE. There will be no out for her. As much as I'd like to say I'd let her go if she really wanted to, I'm not that kind of man. Once I possess something, I won't let it go. Least of all her. For her sake, I just hope she will want to stay with me.
She tastes like a goddess; my tongue can't get enough of exploring her mouth. My palm is still massaging her ass, moving forward now. She's slick. Wet. I can feel it even through her panties. Good, because I don't know if I could summon the patience to wait right now. My cock is pulsing. Pressing against her with need.
The wall, and her legs scissored around me, hold her up enough for me to pull her panties to the side. Fuck, she's wet. A deep moan escapes her when my fingers brush against her opening and clit. Her legs tighten around me, and her hips move against me. She presses herself against my hand and moans.
I free my cock. There is no foreplay, just raw, animal lust. The moment I spear into her, a rush moves through my head. I've fucked so many women, I lost count, but never, ever, have I felt this kind of rush. Had I needed any more proof that she was mine, this would be it. I jerk up, and she pushes down until I'm all the way sheathed inside her. Only then do I take a moment.Just a moment. Fuck, she feels good. Tight. Hot. Just right. Her head rears back, and I latch on to her throat, sucking, nibbling, fighting the urge to fucking bite her. Where the hell did that come from? I want to consume her. From head to toe. I need to possess her. Her body, her mind, and her soul.
Both of my hands grab onto her ass now as I move her up and down my cock. Her hands grab on to my shoulders for leverage, her head still leaned back, her eyes half closed as the most alluring sounds escape her. Sounds that make me pump even harder into her.
Her hands dig through my jacket into my shoulders; her thighs press against my hips like a vise. Her entire body goes stiff as she gets closer to coming.
"That's it, baby. Lose yourself to me," I groan, working her harder.
"Gabe," she mumbles, and my name coming from her lips is music to my ears, I never thought I would hear.
"Fuck, that pussy of yours is just right for me." I grunt, pumping one more time, before I feel her walls close around my dick. Massaging it, milking it.
A loud, keening sound escapes her, one I feel against my lips, latched against her throat again. She's panting, sucking in oxygen through her mouth while everything around me goes up in fireworks as my seed spills into her. Not until that moment had I thought about a condom. Not for a second. The thought of filling her, of impregnating her, almost makes me come again.
"Gabe, that was… that was…" she starts.
"We're not done, baby," I growl. Not by a long shot. I've waited too fucking long to own her body.
I lift her off the wall and stagger us to the couch, never letting my cock slip out of her. Her cunt is so tight around me that it nearly makes me lose it again. Her heels dig into my back. I put her down with a thud. She looks up at me, chest heaving,throat red with my bites, lips parted, eyes unfocused. Her hair's a fucking mess, and I want her even more for it. I bare my teeth and claim her mouth again, slower this time, deeper, slow-rolling thrusts that build the hunger in her until she starts to squirm and grind back up at me. I lock her wrists above her head with one hand, using the other to thread between us and thumb her clit just the way I know she needs.
Her body arches clean off the cushions, and a scream rips out of her, the kind of sound that makes a man want to ruin her for good. She comes around my cock, a ripple of spasms that feels like heaven and hell and pure fucking sin wrapped in velvet.
She keeps her eyes open the whole time, green and gold flecked, glazed and dazed, but never not on me. My hand is fucking trembling with how much I need her. My fingernails dig crescents into her thighs as I ride it out with her, as if I can pin her soul down and keep it from ever floating away from me. Her hands wrap around my neck, desperate, pulling me down into her; her mouth is a panting wildfire on my jaw, my ear, the curve of my shoulder. I want to take her apart again, make her come until she forgets her own name and all that exists for her is me, me, me.
"Audra," I snarl, and the sound of it shocks me with its need. She shudders and pushes her hips up, desperate for more.
"Gabe, I—" She doesn't even finish. Her body says it for her. She starts to shake, her legs locking around my waist again, and I know she's right on the edge of another orgasm. Unbelievably, I come for a second time, while her pussy's milking every last bit of sensation out of me.
