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“There’s unfinished business between us.” His eyes dart over my face, narrowing. “I don’t like being run out on. And I’m not going to be denied what I want.”
“What does that mean?”
“We’re finding somewhere to be alone. Now.” His hand shoots out and takes hold, a steel cuff around my wrist, eliminating the possibility of escape.
Oh my god.
Me.He wants me this much.
There I was, thinking this whole thing hinged on my choice of whether or not I wanted to be with this man.
Now I know I never had a choice at all.
7
TALON
She’s looking up at me with those baby blues that seem to see so much more than they should. It’s like she sees through me—though she can’t, that’s ridiculous. If she could, there wouldn’t be a question of whether she’d want to be with me or not. Somebody like her? Someone so innocent?
But she wants me now, and I’m not about to convince her otherwise.
There’s a closet not far from where we’re standing, and that’s exactly where I’m taking her. With her wrist in my hand, I look back and forth to make sure no one’s paying attention before opening the door and ushering her inside. I scan the area once more before joining her.
“Should we really be doing this?”
I answer her question the only way I know how: by taking her face in my hands and indulging again in the taste of her lips. So sweet, so quick to part when my tongue probes them. She’s putty in my hands, mine to do with whatever I want.
I want her. I want to claim this precious thing for myself. Never in all my life has anything this beautiful, this innocent, belonged to me.
There isn’t much room in here, and when I back her into a set of shelves, the bottles lined up there knock together while rolls of paper towels fall around us. “Ow!” she whispers when a bottle of something or other hits her shoulder, but she’s laughing.
“Let me kiss that for you.” I press my lips to the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. She melts against me with a soft sigh, making my already stiffening cock stand at attention. I would swear this woman was made for me, just for me. Everything about her.
“I can’t believe this is happening…” Her fingers tangle in my hair while I continue getting acquainted with her throat and chest. The swell of her tits is barely exposed, and god, I want to get her out of this dress. This isn’t the time or the place—if anything, being unable to have all of her heightens everything. I have to make do with what’s available to me, and I do just that, working her skirts up and sliding my hand up her thigh.
“Oh god!” I cover her mouth with mine to stifle what she can’t hold back.
I would never have imagined her like this, but it makes sense. She’s a volcano waiting to erupt. All she needs is the right man to set off the explosion. Already, she’s clinging to me, shaking, a steady stream of high-pitched whimpering passing from her mouth into mine as my hand continues its trek up her smooth thigh, then over the tantalizing curve of her ass. She tugs at my hair, tits heaving against my chest.
Her panties are smooth satin trimmed in lace, and I indulge myself in the texture while fondling her firm ass cheeks. If I didn’t know better, I would think a wild animal was in here with me, panting in the darkness. I dig my fingers into her flesh, and she jerks her hips, her pussy hungry for me. I grind against her through all those layers of fabric, and there’s enough pressure to make me shudder. We’re like a couple of kids in a frenzy, making out after cutting class. Knowing we could be discovered at any second.
She breaks the kiss just long enough to gasp one word. “More.”
Something tears, but that doesn’t stop me from working my fingers under that lace trim and delving into her already-flooded pussy. She goes stiff, almost like she’s surprised, her back arching, tits thrust against my chest. God, she’s so fucking wet. Something about that reaches something in me, and now there’s nothing I want more in this world than to make her come, feel her fall apart in my arms, and listen as she fights back her screams.
We both fumble with her panties, hands shaking, her dress in the way. Somehow, we manage to get them off, and I shove them in my pocket before freeing my cock. I take her hand and wrap it around my shaft. Fuck, yes, her touch is magic. She’s hesitant, yes, but somehow, that only adds to the burning desire to defile her innocence.
“I… I’m not…” I stop her words when I crush my lips to hers, plunging my tongue deep inside her mouth until she’s moaning again. I don’t want to talk. I don’t need to hear her tell me she’s not good at this because the fact is, she’s fucking perfect. She’s everything I need.
Still, she stiffens when I lift her leg to prop her foot on one of the lower shelves. Afraid. I soften my kiss in response, stroking her tongue with mine, teasing one helpless whimper after another while, with my fingers, I explore the unbelievably soft skin of her inner thigh. As soon as I reach her swollen, slick lips, she’s mine again, lost in sensation and hungry for satisfaction.
Not as hungry as I am. Precum dribbles from my cock by the time I drag it through her wetness. She grabs my shoulders, gripping them tight enough that I can feel her nails even through my jacket and shirt. I want to tease her and make her beg and plead and sob, and I will. Someday.
For now, I line up with her entrance and roll my hips, forcing my wide head into her tight tunnel.
So tight.
There’s a momentary pause, like something’s in the way, but I push on. She gasps, her body jerking like a current ran through it, and I understand. I should have known. I figured she was inexperienced, but I didn’t imagine she was a virgin.
