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Watching her like this when she doesn’t know, makes me grind my jaw because it would be so easy for me to prowl over to her, grab her by the waist and bend her over and wait for that look in her eyes that says she wants this as much as I do.
But right now I’m not sure if she would want it. Not when it looks like she’s about to run for the hills. In agitation I rub my hand over my face, still smelling her on my skin.
Fuck, all mine. Don’t do what I think you’re doing.
It’s my fault she wants to put some space between us. I shouldn’t have punched that fucker right in front of everyone. I should have waited, done it in private. Amber didn’t have to see that. I shouldn’t have let her see it.
My heart starts pounding as she walks to the foyer, pushing her feet into a pair of old sneakers and puts on a jacket. I knew it. I knew she’d try to leave. But I’m not going to let her.
I take the backdoor, circling the house and she’s just walking down the few steps of the porch when I show up in the front garden. Amber doesn’t notice me at first, keeping her gaze down and it’s not until she almost bumps into me, that she lifts her head up and lets out a gasp, that I don’t like hearing from her.
I scared her. I don’t want to scare her.
“Stan!” she says with wide eyes and if I close my own and focus, I can hear her heart beating. “What are you doing out here?”
She sounds like she didn’t expect me, like she actually expected me to let her out of my sight, before knowing whether she’s truly surrendered. Maybe she confused me for a normal man.
“Frustrated that you got caught?” I bore my gaze into hers. “You weren’t supposed to leave.”
She twitches and her hair flays in every direction in the wind, carrying with it that sweet, spicy smell that’s all her and she’s so beautiful that nobody can blame me for wanting to keep to her.
“I wasn’t going to,” she says firmly and to my surprise she sounds like she’s telling the truth. “I went out for some fresh air, that’s all.”
When I don’t answer and my eyes narrow in on her, she adds, “Promise.” She licks her lips, sounding pleading, “Stan, look I’m even wearing your jacket.”
Didn’t notice that. But she is wearing the cognac colored leather one. It swallows her, like a little armor on her pretty frame.
“It looks good on you, all mine. But you’re right...” my eyes flare, “that is my jacket and I want it back.”
Reaching forward with my hands, I gently pull it off her bare shoulders and she quivers in the cold, her nipples hardening underneath the flimsy material. Her breasts are perky. Perfectly rounded and bigger than I thought.
“You should go back inside. Don’t want you to catch a cold,” I rasp and she nods, turning around. The back of her slip has slid in between her ass cheeks, making my tongue envy it and she walks over the grass with me practically breathing down her neck.
We don’t stop; I push her without pushing her up the staircase to her bedroom. I want her first time with me to be in a familiar place. I want her to enjoy this.
With my mouth against her ear, I rasp, “If you’re going to leave this house again, then you’re going to leave it, feeling me between your pretty legs.”
She doesn’t protests only inhales, deciding to be compliant, knowing I’ll break down any resistance anyway and she opens the door.
Her breaths are rapid and she’s flushed. And anxious. Like she knows I don’t belong in a pretty room such as hers. Like she knows I belong down in a dark basement where all monsters lurk.
And yet she looks like she wants me, her eyes glimmering and she’s rubbing her thighs together, making me want to open my mouth and swallow her.
Just once.
I don’t know how many times I fantasized about this back in those days when she didn’t know me. I would crack a bottle open, then pace my apartment back and forth, imagining her in my arms.
She’s the prettiest thing a man could ask for. The streetlights shine on her skin, on that thick, lush hair. My fists clench, my short nails digging into my palm.
“Need to strip you, all mine. Need you as bare as the lucky day you were born.”
Her tongue flicks out and she licks those petal looking lips. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Love you. Adore you.” My hands go to her slip. “Think you can take my love? Take me into you whenever I need you to?”
She nods with blushing cheeks, before abruptly stopping. “What if I c...cant?” she asks, suddenly worried and I palm her hair.
She’s told me she’s never been with a man and when she said it she looked ashamed, having no idea it was the best gift she could have given me.
