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It’s quiet here, not what I picture Mia wanting, a country house, as she’s always been a city girl. But it suits her. And I think I see why she likes it.
She’s close enough to work in town, but she can disconnect here, cocoon herself in the wide-open space. Let herself just be and heal.
When she arrives in the living room, she’s dressed for bed, with tantalizing girl boxers and a big T-shirt. She also has a robe on, like that’s going to stop me from lusting. But I nod to the box.
“Thanks,” she says, all drawn in on herself.
But I let it go, it’s been a long day for her on a lot of levels, and so we just eat, sip the bourbon, and talk about nothing. It’s unexpected, weirdly domestic, and somehow seductive. I can see myself with her down the track in this moment, us doing this.
The thought is so weird, so unexpected. I don’t know what to do with it, and I put my plate down and look at her.
“Invite me to bed, Mia.”
Startled, she looks at me. “What? No. I . . .”
“Tell me you don’t want to.”
Her cheeks bloom rose, and she gets up, her plate already down, and starts to edge past me where I sit on the sofa. “I’m going to bed.”
“No.” I catch her hand and pull her down on me.
She’s warm and soft, and I’m overcome with the urge to kiss her scars. But I don’t. My sweetness is already skittish. I’ll do it one day, just not now. Because I know that day will come.
Her breath is uneven, her breasts pushed against me, and her mouth so soft and inviting that I taste it. Bourbon and pizza and the sweet taste that’s all her. Innocence. Sex. History. Complication.
I can taste all of those.
And they’re something I can’t get enough of. I want to defile her. I want to take her apart. I want to put her together again and wrap her around me to my liking.
“Invite me.”
“Christian.” My name is a sigh of want.
It makes me hard that desire that curls through her breath. And I kiss her again. This time she kisses me back like she can’t help it, like it’s all she can do. I take it slow, turn it into seduction, and take my fill.
I half pull her so she straddles me and she can feel my erection. As I kiss her, I explore her, sliding my hand up her T-shirt to cup her breast. It’s warm, soft, and full. Her nipple hard. And I tease it with my thumb, making her moan.
My hand drifts down as I start to kiss a trail down her throat, to suck on her jugular, and I’m rewarded with her sharp intake of breath, of her little sound of need.
I slide my hand into her boxers and over her smooth sex to stroke her clit. Oh, fuck, she’s wet and pushing against my hand so I give her what she wants. What I want. I push two fingers inside her and start to fuck her.
Mia’s hands grip my shoulders, and she rides my hand, her moans filling the air, and there’s a helpless note to them that turns me on more than it should. It says she’s mine. I can have her body when I want, how I want, and she can’t help it because she wants it too.
We work, and she’s fucking delight itself. Her heat, the tightness, the way she moves, the way she fucks my fingers. And she comes, crying out, shuddering. I bite her hard, bringing forth an extra spasm and a moaning gasp as she clamps so hard on my fingers, I know she came again.
I want to lay her down and take her now, while she’s still rolling in the pleasure of her release, but she pushes off me, angry.
“I don’t . . . I don’t want you to do that.”
“You just came, Mia.”
“I know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“Manipulating me.”
“If you say so,” I say. “Slap your fucking labels on it. Ask me, I’m gonna tell you it’s more than that. It’s about attraction. Sex. Need.”
