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“Focus, Mila, and tell me what happens if he can’t pay his debt.”
What debt?
Oh.
It takes me a second to collect my thoughts, and I realize I need to get this conversation over as soon as possible if Gunner is to give me what I want. Part of me realizes that what is happening is Gunner’s way of getting me to talk while distracting me from the fear of what I’m describing, and though I’m grateful for his type of distraction, I’m desperate for something more.
“If he can’t pay the debt, the man he owes will deliver evidence to the police commissioner that proves my stepfather is a dirty cop. He’ll lose his job and his pension,” I say. “That’s all I heard.”
“That’s all I need, baby,” Gunner says a second before he surges upward and captures my lips with his in a long, toe-curling kiss, and all I can think is . . . finally!
A needy whine crawls up my throat as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and rub my aching nipples over his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt against my heated skin sends a delicious zing to my toes. I moan when he drags his large warm hands up my back and deepens the kiss.
My first kiss.
It’s everything I ever dreamed of, and to share it with the first and only man I have ever loved is enough to have my heart clenching in need. It is worth all the teasing I got whenever I told someone I’d never been kissed before.
Gunner is warm and firm. He’s perfect, and so is everything about the way he touches me.
I moan when he grabs my ass and pulls me flush against him, my sex dragging roughly against his erection makes a gasp slip out, which allows him to sink his tongue between my lips. His tongue battles mine for dominance, and I whine again because as amazing as this feeling is, I want more. I’ve never felt this way before, and I know there is no coming back from this.
From Gunner . . . or his touch.
I cry out in protest when he pulls our mouths apart to drop his lips to my neck. “Mine,” he growls as he sucks a bruise onto my skin, his hands guiding my hips to move forward and hump his crotch, which sends ripples of heat coursing through my sex.
“You taste so fucking sweet, pixie,” he groans deeply, blowing warm air against my skin as his mouth skates over my throat. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you. Reward you for being such a brave girl and finding your way to me.”
My back arches to allow him access as he trails his lips along my collarbone. “Yes,” I breathe shakily when he draws closer to my aching nipples. There is no preparing me for the assault on my senses when his mouth closes hotly over my left nipple with a hoarse groan. I slip my fingers into his hair and tug as he sucks the sensitive bud wetly into his hungry mouth.
“You’re gorgeous, baby,” he groans between harsh breaths, moving his mouth to the other nipple, and I buck against him when he wraps his tongue around my aching peak and gives it the same attention as the other. “I want to be inside you so bad. Your sexy tits make me forget that I am not supposed to be touching you.”
“Want you too,” I barely manage as he flips us around so I am lying on my back and he’s on top of me. There is something wild and dangerous in his eyes as his mouth licks a path down my stomach, my body shuddering in turn with every caress.
“You are mine,” he growls possessively. “I don’t care what happens after tonight. Once I lick this perfect pussy, you will belong to only me!”
Yes, please! God, I want that too.
“Yours,” I sob, a shiver racking my body when he pulls my panties down my legs before spreading them apart, making a strangled sound when he sees my naked flesh. His eyes stay locked firmly on mine as he rubs his thumb over my wet folds, parting the sodden lips to reveal my arousal. My breath catches in my throat when he leans down between my thighs and presses the tip of his tongue to my trembling sex. His groan merges with my pleasured cry when he drags his thick tongue over the valley of my core.
“Goddamn, pixie,” he rasps against my trembling entrance before grabbing my leg and lifting it to his shoulder, leaving me further exposed to him. “Your wet little pussy is a fucking drug. I could grow addicted to your scent, your taste . . . could spend an eternity buried between these thighs.”
My body is shaking, and I can’t summon a response for the life of me. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never imagined that one person could control my body like this, or that I would even want him to.
Either way, Gunner doesn’t wait for a response as he buries his face in my sex with a rough grunt, and all it takes is one tease of his tongue to have my back arching off the bed. My thighs tremble as Gunner rakes his tongue over my arousal and laps at my dampened flesh. I’ve been building up to this from the moment I ran into him a few hours ago and our eyes met for the first time in years.
No, that’s not true. I loved this man long before I knew what the word even meant, and now to have him pleasure me this way . . .
I bury my fingers in his short hair and rock my sex against his face, pleasure building up in my core so intensely, it threatens to send me over the edge. I didn’t think I could feel more, but when Gunner’s mouth closes over my clit, sucking it wetly into his mouth, my lips part on a cry that no doubt wakes the neighbors. Pleasure shoots from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair, leaving my body trembling as I struggle to make sense of what is happening to me.
Oh my God!
Gunner continues to lick me through the orgasm, lapping at my arousal like it’s the one thing he needs to survive and only stops when I collapse back onto the pillows, black spots swimming in my eyes as aftershocks rock my body. I watch through glassy eyes as he slides my thigh off his shoulder and sits up, his eyes on mine as he dips his hand into his pants to draw out his leaking cock. I gasp at the size—huge just like the rest of him.
“You’re so fucking perfect, pixie,” he rasps deeply, jerking his cock in his fist. His features are tight as he runs his hungry eyes over my body, which sends another jolt to my trembling sex, and I realize I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.
I want to . . . love him.
“Let me help,” I whisper, leaning up and wrapping my arms over his even as I kiss his neck, mirroring the moves he made on me earlier. He groans deeply when I nip at his earlobe and run my hand over his firm pecs.
