Page 31 of Forbidden Proposal


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“Holy shit.” I pepper hungry kisses down her jawline before locking my eyes with hers. “Make that sound again.”

I crush my lips back to hers, hand on her hip as I lead her through her living room, easily finding her bedroom, since her apartment is the exact mirror to Anderson’s. When the back of her legs hit her bed, I reluctantly pull my mouth from hers as I lay her down and crawl on top of her. She hooks a leg over my waist, the heat between her legs making me want to rip off our clothes and sink deep inside her, to hell with foreplay.

But I need to be patient. Take my time worshiping her. Make sure tonight is one she’ll never forget.

Because I sure as hell won’t.

Snaking down her body, I leave a trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone before stopping at her chest, her nipples visible through her light tank top. I smooth a hand over her breast, my touch barely there. But that doesn’t matter. She still squirms beneath me, panting in anticipation.

As I lower my mouth to her and take her covered nipple between my teeth, she releases that same whimper that drove me wild mere moments ago.

One I’ll probably hear in my dreams from now on.

“Creed,” she exhales, my name more of a plea than a moan.

“What do you need, princess?” I briefly meet her eyes before returning my attention to her chest, about to give her other breast the same treatment.

She clutches my cheeks, forcing my gaze back to hers, nothing but raw determination and desire within.

“You. Inside me. Now.”

Her words cause me to harden, my pulse kicking up, especially when she drags my mouth to within a whisper of hers, her breath kissing my lips.

“I need you to fuck me, Creed. Right. Fucking. Now.”

I swallow hard, my dick straining against my pants, begging me to let him out to play. I’m not sure what I expected from Esme. But the fact she's relatively experienced when it comes to sex doesn’t seem to affect her, not like I thought it would. Then again, I should have known better. Esme isn’t the type of woman to stay quiet. When she knows what she wants, she goes after it.

Like she did with me.

“Who knew the princess had such a dirty mouth?” I muse, bringing my fingers to her nipple and squeezing. She yelps at the initial contact, then moans, succumbing to the pleasure.

“This is what you do to me, Creed. You make me forget everything. Everything other than feeling good. And I’ve never felt so goddamn good.”

“Good.” I press another kiss to her mouth, then retreat, meeting her eyes. “But as tempting as fucking you sounds, I have other plans.”

I push off her, smirking.

“Other plans?” Her lips part, brows scrunched in confusion. “But we agreed. We’re doing this. Tonight. I told you that—”

I silence her with my kiss. “I need to taste you first,” I murmur against her mouth. “Need to make you come with my tongue. Need to lick your pussy. Need to bury my face between your legs and give you an orgasm so intense you go fucking blind.”

“Holy shit,” she whimpers as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, giving her a taste of what she can expect when I put my mouth on other parts of her body.

“Can I do that, Esme? Can I fuck your pussy with my tongue?”

“God, yes.” She revels in my touch as I move back down her body, lifting her tank over her head and tossing it onto the floor.

When my gaze falls on her breasts, my jaw tenses, need coursing through me.

“Goddamn, baby.” Cupping them in my hands, I lower myself back to her, taking a nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue against the pert bud. “You are so fucking perfect.” I run a hand along her torso as she digs her fingers into my hair, her body quivering, desire consuming her.

When I push her shorts aside, she holds her breath.

So do I.

Until I run a finger through her slickness and both of us sigh simultaneously. I bring my mouth to her other breast, thumb pressing against her clit as I slowly ease a finger inside her.

She gasps, lips parting, chest heaving.

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