If she leaves me in the end, I’ll make damn sure at least a part of her heart remains mine.
And what about that revenge you wanted so badly a few days ago?
Right now, I’m finding it hard to care.
I wrap an arm around Corinne’s waist and haul her back against me. “I’ll kiss your pussy and make it better.”
“Again?” Corinne breaks away, blushing. “You have to let me stand and stretch. You’ve kept my legs spread for so long I’m stiff.”
I grin. “I’m not even a little bit sorry.”
She smiles back as she stands and raises her hands above her head, unabashedly displaying every naked inch of her body. “I didn’t think you would be.”
Fascinated, I watch as she stretches her calves, quads, and hamstrings, circling her ankles and rolling her neck. Everywhere I look, she’s gracefully curved and lush. She’s not one of those women whose clothes hang off of them like a coat hanger because she’s in desperate need of a cheeseburger. She fills out everything perfectly, especially my hands.
Inevitably, I’m lured to her nipples, drawn tight and red after my dedicated attention. Her peach of a pussy is beyond swollen and sugary slick. I can’t stop staring at the shadowy cleft, imagining my tongue there again. My cock stirs and stands, making me question whether round four is truly a bad idea.
She catches sight of my reaction, and her eyes go wide. “Seriously?”
“I warned you that I have a very active sex drive.” But the intensity of this desire is insane, even for me.
“You did. I’m not complaining. I just need a minute. And maybe a little conversation.” She slides back into bed, curling up beside me as if there’s no place she’d rather be.
Snuggling has long been a fuck-no for me. It encourages a closeness I don’t typically want and it engenders feelings in women I later have to quash. But after a trio of spectacular orgasms, I still want to be close to Corinne. I want her to want me even more.
For the first time since Hadley, I desire a woman for more than sex. I don’t know how to handle that since we’re probably doomed. But my sex drive has other ideas.
I wrap my arm around her and bring her against my body, spooning her. My lips wander up her nape. My hard cock prods her luscious ass. “Princess…”
She sighs happily when my finger circles her nipple. “Are you always this way with women?”
“What way?”
“Attentive. Affectionate.”
Being honest is scary, but I’m too fucking knotted up to play games and I’d rather not lie. “No.”
She turns to me with a frown. “So you really just…”
“Hit it and quit it? Usually.”
“So why bother holding me now? We’re temporary. If you think I need extra tenderness because I’m new to having sex, I appreciate the kindness, but you don’t have to pretend with me.”
Is Corinne saying she doesn’t want me to touch her anymore? I’m not okay with that. “You agreed to my terms. Sex with you for the duration of our ‘engagement.’”
“This isn’t sex, and we didn’t negotiate cuddling.”
“Are you telling me I can fuck you but I can’t hold you? If you are, I have ways of making you say yes. And I’m not above using them.” I pin her to her back and roll her beneath me, hooking my finger under her chin until she meets my stare. “What’s the problem?”
She bites her lip, looking so vulnerable. “This is a lot of intimacy for me. I’m so used to being alone…”
So it’s not me she’s rejecting? “You shouldn’t be.”
“Until tonight, I was resigned to the idea that I wasn’t wildly exciting to any man. Obviously, I didn’t have sex with anyone in my past, so it’s not like I know what it might have been like, but no one I dated seemed terribly bothered that I wanted to wait. So how much could they have actually wanted me? But you…”
“I want you. Very much.”
“I can’t figure out why…except revenge.”
“I’m not in bed with you to get back at your brother, princess. And I really fucking hope you didn’t get naked with me simply to get your hands on your inheritance.” The warning note in my voice should tell her how much that would piss me off.
“No, but I assumed the unspoken part of our agreement was that I wouldn’t catch feelings for you.”
Normally, her feelings are the last thing I’d want. But with her pressed against me and her lips drifting softly against my chest? I close my eyes, and it’s too easy to picture us like this next week, next month, in the next decade. Hell, in this life and the next. Yeah, my stupid heart is ready to go there.
Fuck, I really think I’m in love. I’m probably going to crash and burn—but I’m going to go down fighting for Corinne.