“I have too. I mean, I do too.”
“How long?” His eyes bore into mine. They’re wide. Earnest. Completely without defenses.
“Always.”
“Always?”
“Since we met. I… I always wanted you. I tried not to think about it. To step out of the way when you got together with her. But I—”
“Princess—”
“Yeah?”
“You always ignore what you want?”
“It wasn’t like that.” It was… complicated. Sisters before misters. Even if Mackenzie ignored that, I wasn’t going to. It wasn’t like there was a chance. It wasn’t like he looked at me.
“Not anymore. Not with me.” He rubs me over my panties. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want, princess. Before you realize you want it. When you’re too caught up in bliss to even think about what you want.”
Holy shit.
“That okay with you?”
I nod so I won’t groan.
“Fuck, I want to make you scream.” He presses his lips to mine. They close around my top lip. Then the bottom.
He sucks softly.
Then harder.
Then it’s a scrape of his teeth.
Enough it hurts.
Enough I know I’m his.
Fuck, I want to be his. All his. Always.
He works me with soft, slow strokes of his fingers.
I tug at his t-shirt. It’s not enough. I need to touch him. I need his skin against mine.
I break our kiss with a sigh. “Shirt off.”
He nods.
I pull it over his head.
My palm brushes his chest. Then it’s my fingers against the raised lines of ink.
I trace the tattoo on his chest. The glass heart shattered into a million pieces. “You’ve been through—”
“Princess, I love talking to you.”
I nod.
“But right now, I need to taste your cunt.”
My eyes go wide. “Oh—”
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it.” He slips his hands under the dress. Hooks his thumbs into my panties. “Skye, don’t tell me—”
“I do.”
His lips curl into a wicked smile.
He stares into my eyes for a minute, then his eyes close.
He leans in. Kisses me hard. And deep. Like he won’t get enough. Like he’s claiming me.
Forest peels my panties over my ass.
He lowers himself to his knees as he pulls my underwear down my thighs, over my calves, all the way to my ankles.
I lift one foot. Kick the underwear aside. It’s an extra from the lingerie company. A very expensive scrap of lace. But I can’t say I care where it ends up at the moment.
Forest is between my legs.
Forest is between my legs, staring up at me like I’m the only thing he wants.
Like I’m everything he wants.
He ducks under my dress. Brings his lips to the inside of my knee.
A soft kiss.
Then harder.
Higher and higher—
Fuck, the pressure of his mouth is divine.
I can see him in the mirror. The white on black polka dot fabric swishing over his head and shoulders. The muscles of his back tensing and relaxing. The jeans slung low around his hips.
It’s not enough.
I need more.
I reach around. Unzip my dress. Toss it over my head.
He slides a hand up my body.
I cringe as he touches my stomach. For a second, insecurity floods my senses. I have to look away from the mirror.
I’m too soft. Too much. Too different than what he’s used to.
“You gonna watch, princess?” He nips at my skin. Then he does it harder. Hard enough it hurts.
I bite my tongue so I won’t groan. “Yes.”
“Fuck.” He scrapes his teeth against my flesh. “You like to watch?”
“I don’t know.”
“I like thinking about you watching.” He drags his lips higher and higher. “About you trying to watch pleasure spread over your face until it’s too much. Until you can’t take it anymore and you have to close your eyes so you won’t scream.”
“Forest—”
“Watch.” He looks up at me for a second. His expression is a potent mix of desire and satisfaction.
He has me exactly where he wants me.
God, this is exactly where he wants me.
He groans against my thigh as his hand brushes my stomach. He reaches higher, higher. Until he’s tracing the outline of my bra.
He slips his hand inside the cup. Draws circles around my nipple.
My gaze goes to the mirror. Fuck, it’s such a beautiful sight. Forest toying with my breast. Nipping at my thighs. Pushing my legs wider.
I knot my hand into his hair. Hold tightly as he drags his lips higher, higher, higher—
There.
His lips brush my clit. It’s soft, barely a touch.
He does it again.
Harder.
Harder.
Then softer. Softer. So soft I can barely feel it.
He uses one hand to press my thighs apart. Uses the other to toy with my nipple.
Works me with those same soft brushes of his lips.
Then harder and harder until—
“Fuck.” I tug at his hair. “Forest. Please.”
He pulls back enough to nip at my inner thigh. “I’ll have mercy today. But I’m gonna make you beg next time.”
My sex clenches.
“Fuck, Skye. You taste good.” He doesn’t wait for a response. Just dives between my legs.