“Thinking about you.”
“Specifically.”
“About you pinning me against the wall so hard my cheek is pressed against it. Us in some semi-secluded public place. You exposing my breasts, playing with them like you need me on display.”
Blood rushes to my cock. “What else?”
“You throwing me on the bed. Peeling off my jeans. Spanking me. Holding me down and fucking me from behind.” Her cheeks flush. “You’re not the only one with dirty thoughts, Brendon. You’re not the only one who fantasizes about it rough.”
Two weeks ago, I wouldn’t have believed her.
But now, I do.
It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around sweet, innocent Kay wanting it as rough as I do.
But the fire in her eyes—
The way she’s standing strong and proud—
She’s not a clueless girl.
She’s a woman who knows what she wants.
And, fuck, I love her even more like this.
I blink a few times.
I love her.
It’s so fucking obvious, but I’ve never put it together. I’ve never thought about loving someone. Not like this.
I love every fucking inch of her.
Everything that brings her joy.
Everyplace she hurts.
I want her happy before I want me happy.
But then that’s been the case for a long fucking time.
“Brendon.” She slides her hand up my stomach, over my chest. “Are you going to leave me waiting?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t think you have it in you. Not today.” She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. Her other hand goes to my hips. Then she’s cupping my cock over my jeans. “You’re so hard.”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet.” I bring my hands to her waist and pull her body against mine. My lips find hers. Fuck, she tastes so good, and the way she groans against my lips—
She’s needy.
Eager.
I want to fuck her. I want to bury myself inside her.
But I want her screaming for it first.
I want her so desperate for my cock that she doesn’t have another thought in her head.
That she’s sure she’ll never think anything again.
I slide my hands up her back, unhook her bra, and slide it off her shoulders.
Kaylee’s arms drop to her sides. Then they’re on my hips and she’s arching her back, rubbing against me.
She purrs as I toy with her nipple.
I bring my lips to hers.
Her kiss is hard. Hungry. Needy.
I tease her as I slide my tongue around hers.
I tease her until she’s shaking. Then I move to her nipple and tease her more.
Her pink nails dig into my skin.
Her hips rock against mine.
She needs me so fucking badly.
I drag my lips down her neck, over her collarbone, to her chest. I take her nipple into my mouth and suck softly.
Her hands find my hair. “Fuck.”
I do it again.
“Brendon.” Her hips rock against me. Her hand knots in my hair. “God.”
I suck harder.
Her groan echoes around the room.
I toy with her until she’s shaking. Then I bring my hand between her thighs and I stroke her over her panties.
She’s fucking dripping.
I can feel it even with all that cotton in the way.
“Fuck.” She tugs at my hair.
She bucks against me. Again and again.
I push her closer to the edge.
Suck a little harder.
Stroke a little softer.
I watch need spill over her expression. Her eyelids press together. Her brow knits. Her teeth sink into her lip.
She’s so fucking close.
But she’s not coming on my hand.
Not today.
I bring my hands to her hips and push her onto the bed.
She falls onto her back. Looks up at me with a mix of need and affection in her eyes.
“Scoot up and put your hands over your head,” I demand.
She holds my gaze as she moves up the bed.
Her hands go to her hips.
She pushes her panties to her knees then kicks them off her ankles.
Then she brings her hands over her head.
Fuck, she’s baiting me.
If it was someone else, it would annoy me.
But on her I fucking love it.
I pull my bondage rope from the bedside table and place my body next to hers.
She looks up at me, watching me tie a knot around her wrists and tie it to the railing of the bed.
Her breath hitches in her throat as I test the restraints.
Her fingers curl into her palms.
Her teeth sink into her lips.
She fucking likes being bound.
It’s not exactly news. I could tell that last time. But I was too caught up in finally having her to notice just how much she wanted it.
Kay.
My angel.
My demanding dirty girl.
Fuck, the desire in her eyes is making my balls tight.
I need to be inside her.
But this first.
This for as long as she can fucking stand it.
I press her knees apart and kneel between them.
She looks up at me with a plea in her soft green eyes. “Brendon. Please.”
Fuck, the way my name rolls off her lips.
Like she needs me more than she’s ever needed anything.
Like I really do replace all the hurt in her life with pleasure.