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“That’s a dangerous offer, Twirl.” His hand comes over mine and strokes twice, the grip tight. “The way I want you is dangerous. Perverse. If you’re not ready for all of me…want this, back off and head upstairs. This is your one out.”
Mimicking his fluid motion, I pump him once on my own, causing him to groan. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” It’s a hiss, his hands clenching at his sides. He’s holding back for my sake, and I don’t want that. “I’ll never hurt you, but I won’t be gentle. Can you handle all of me?”
Instead of answering him, I do something that seals my fate. Ties me to him.
I lean forward and kiss the very tip of his swollen head, rubbing my lips back and forth once and then lick his essence from them. Then, just to push him further, I place him back inside his shorts and sit back on my calves, meeting his stare. Let him see in mine how serious I am.
How ready I am for every single part of him.
Malcolm gives me a nod and then that sexy grin I like. “Lose the top, Twirl. Show me those pretty tits.” Without a second thought, I lose the simple cotton shirt and toss it somewhere behind me, followed by my bra. He sucks in a breath but doesn’t say anything, his eyes roaming, caressing the curves of my breasts. “Come closer and arch your back. Tell me to touch you.”
That gravelly voice is a weakness of mine. Something so natural and raw, the tone of his voice—the hunger in it—send a shiver down my spine.
“Please,” I whimper as my nipples tighten to almost the point of pain. Pain at being denied what I need.
Him. From that very first time inside the room at Liam’s club, my world has been revolving around his. I belong to him. He’s my happy place.
“Fuck, the neediness in your tone is delicious.” Malcolm brings a hand up to my chest and cups my right breast, weighing it in his hands before pinching the tight little bud. He gives it a harsh tug, but instead of cringing away, I welcome the new sensation. The sting of pleasurable pain causes my core to clench and clit to throb. “You want this,” he croons before giving the same treatment to the left. “Want me.”
“Yes.” I arch further, inviting him to take more. “It’s you. All of you.”
“Good girl.” With the hand on my chest, he pushes me back a bit, and I scoot two steps back. He stands then, over six feet of solid muscle hovering over me, the outline of his thickness at my eye level. “Undress me.”
My hands tremble. The thrill of the moment travels through my body, goose bumps rising as I use his thighs as leverage to stand to full height. My face to his chest, I step into his space and lay a tiny kiss over the place where his heart is, then across his other pec as I work my way up.
I nip his collarbone, standing on the tip of my toes to reach his chin where my teeth dig in just a tiny bit. “I trust you, Malcolm.”
“Say it again.” His hands take hold of my hips and lift me off the floor so I can look at him in the eye. “Tell me.”
“I trust you,” I whisper before kissing him. Hungrily. Needing him to accept that for as much as he wants me, I can’t be without him anymore.
His tongue in my mouth is demanding and I gladly submit to him, soaking up his every grunt for more. How his hold on me tightens when I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip. “Addictive little thing. So fucking perfect.”
“We are. Perfect for each other.” Slowing us down to a few soft pecks, I wiggle in his hold. Malcolm pulls back to look at me, but I arch a brow. “You might want to put me down.”
“Do I?”
“You will if you want me to use my mouth in a more productive way.” I make a show of licking my bottom lip in a slow swipe he follows. That causes his dick to flex against my hip.
Malcolm leans forward and takes the still wet lip and bites down hard enough for it to sting. “As you wish, sweet Twirl.” He lets go after a quick kiss and lowers me, my body sliding against his until my feet meet the floor.
Once I have my balance, he steps away and sits down, the expression on his face similar to the very first time we met inside the club.
It’s a bit of an angry hunger mixing with his natural edge that makes him dangerous for me.
And I’m wet for him. Soaking my panties and the thin boxers I stole from him.
Knowing that I want to feel all of him, I take in a deep breath and shimmy out of the shorts. My panties too.
Humming his approval, he makes a turning motion with his hand and I give him what he wants. Taking my position with one foot slightly back, I gift him three slow twirls and then on the last, drop back to my knees.
I crawl the few steps between us, coming to a stop between his parted thighs. “Lift,” is all I say as I give his bottoms a tug. On the next pull, he does as I ask and rises just enough so I can take both items covering him off.
Our eyes stay connected as I toss his boxer briefs and shorts somewhere behind me. What sounds like glass crashes on the floor, but neither of us stops to look.
Instead, I lower my lips to his skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses up his right thigh. Let my instincts guide me. “I’ve never done this before, Malcolm. Never thought much about dating or sex. With you, though…” I nuzzle the soft hairs on his leg “…with you I want it all. Want to give you all my firsts.”
