She gets up and pokes my chest, but I see her eyes drop when her belly brushes my hardness. Her voice drops to that damn sultry whisper as she tries to focus. “Fuck you and fuck them.”
“Fuck them later,” I agree, then pick her up. “Fuck me now.”
Dropping her in bed, I slowly kiss down her throat. I brace my hands on either side of her, making sure she can leave if she wants to. That she can push me away. Instead, her fingers brush over my arms, one following a line of ink.
“Lief,” She moans as I nibble at her collarbone.
Her back arches. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Tell me to go,” I hum in her ear before sucking the lobe and stroking it with my tongue.
When the silence continues, so do I. I claim her mouth in a hungry kiss, one that’s been building up for a week, and then I hold her wrist over her head, keeping my fingers gentle. But Valerie isn’t gentle. She groans and bites my bottom lip, and forces her tongue into my mouth. Wraps her legs around me.
She made her choice.
“Any of the guys watching over there?” She hisses as I suck her nipple between my lips and lick. “Pervs.”
“No. My night.” I hum, kissing across her chest. “Only me.”
“You realize how ridiculous it is?” But she’s losing venom.
Her fingers knot in my hair as I kiss over her belly. I hook my fingers in her underwear and drag them down her legs. I know what I want and I’m not missing this opportunity again.
“I don’t need a babysitter or three stalkers who invade my privacy.”
I stroke over her pussy, fingers light. She pants and spreads her legs for me, but I don’t finger her. I just watch my fingers teasing on either side of her clit and spreading her open so I can see exactly how wet she is.
“Lief, are you listening to me?”
“I think you like me invading your privacy.” I lift my eyes to hers. “But if you’d rather I go …”
I start to get up and she follows, grabbing my hand. “You don’t get to play the hero and the villain at the same time. Choose which one you want to be.”
“I’m not a good man,” I say clearly.
She tugs me back, putting my hand over her pussy. Fuck. I stroke over her clit and she trembles. “That doesn’t answer the question.”
I can’t think when she guides my fingers where she wants them, pushing two of my fingers inside her wetness.
“Follow through or leave.” She orders. “I don’t like the gray area.”
I curl my fingers inside her and she moans, pressing her lips to my chest and going for my pants. I finger her hard and deep as she strips me and kisses me anywhere she can reach. I wrap one arm around her waist and then pick her up, so her pussy rubs against my cock with every roll of her hips.
Carrying her to her window, I turn her to face it. I lick and nibble her throat as I keep fingering her and rubbing my cock against her ass.
“I wish Hunter or Chase could watch this.”
“Definitely a villain.” She hums.
I pull her leg up and thrust deep inside her. Valerie braces herself on the glass as her head falls back to my shoulder. I missed being inside her, missed claiming her, missed her sass and teasing and everything else.
I pound into her hard and fast, cupping her breast and rubbing her clit as I do. She moans. “This isn’t going to happen every time.”
A smile curves my lips, but I just kiss across her jaw.
“I mean it. I …. Oh, fuck.” Her fingers curl against the glass and I see the reflection of her dilated eyes, so dark and needy. Lifting my hand from her breast, I tangle my fingers in her dark hair. I pull back until she’s looking up at me, whimpering as she takes every thrust I give. She pants. “Don’t stop.”
“Not until you come,” I agree.