SEVERAL MORE TEARS fall down her cheeks but she doesn’t take her eyes off mine. She keeps herself steady despite her fear, and that’s something I can admire. She sucks in a shaky breath and fights off the wail that’s about to escape.
“Shh,” I whisper. I keep my voice gentle as I lean in and say, “It’s okay.” She sucks in a deep breath, her eyes widen, and she huffs. She lifts her fisted hands and pushes at my chest. Frustrated screams slip from her lips, and she closes her eyes as she tries with all her might to get away. It’s not enough to loosen my grip, and when she realizes this, she starts throwing her fists into my chest with no more success than before.
Maybe I went too far, or maybe I went just far enough. I don’t fucking know. But now she’s freaking out with no sign of calming down. I wrap my free arm around her waist and pull her to me and crush her to my chest. Her head rests on my shoulder. I’ve had my share of women in my bed. I’ve even cared about a few of them, but I can’t remember the last time I held one in my arms and comforted her.
She quiets instantly and stills in my arms, caught off guard by my actions. And then, she relaxes. She’s not the only one. This whole situation is just getting way too fucked up. I should have let Fish or Ryan fuck with her just enough to put the fear of God into her ass. But now, now I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do with her. I’ve already shown myself that I can’t hurt her, and I can’t seem to bring myself to scare her like I should—even if it is for her own good—and with her refusing to cooperate, I’m in a difficult position. If I’m going to be honest with myself, I have a pretty good idea why I’m struggling with this situation.
She pulls back just slightly and looks me in the eyes. It’s just a moment—one single moment in a hundred or so that we’ve shared. Her eyes mist over in the corners, and her chin shakes. She’s vulnerable, and here, and I’m able to do what it is I wanted to do last week. So I don’t waste any time. I tighten my grip on her and lick my lips. Her chin stops its movement, and she sucks in a shallow, nervous breath. She’s gorgeous like this. I start to move my face closer to hers, about to take what I want so desperately.
Her arms reach up and wrap around my neck, and she’s dragging her nose along my cheek. The sudden forwardness of her actions takes me by surprise. She’s breathy and quiet and needy when she says, “This might be the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I don’t care. I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to kiss me back.”
I have to clear my throat to get the words out, and even then it’s rough and they practically get stuck in my throat. But I want this, possibly more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time, and for just right now I’m going to let that be okay. I’m a father, a brother, a soldier, but I’m also a man. “You sure you want to start this?”
“No, but you make me stupid,” she says. Her eyes dart down to my lips. Half a second later, she’s pressed up against me. Her lips ghost over mine, teasing me. I let her have her fun for half a moment before I pounce. With one arm cradling her and the other hanging onto her neck, I crawl over her and gently lay her on the floor beneath me. Resting my pelvis on hers, I create slow circles with my half-hard dick into her center. Our lips move together in an intense frenzy. At first it’s all tugging at flesh and hard pecks at the corners, and then finally I’m slipping into the heat of her mouth. She’s smooth and hot and wet and everything I expect and want from a kiss. Her pushiness and desire urges me on. My dick goes from semi-hard to practically fucking steel. She wraps her legs around my waist, but half a second later, she stops. I gave her plenty of warning, and now that we’ve started it, I’d like to fucking finish it. In an attempt to get her legs back where they were, I buck into her twice, but she doesn’t move. Her kisses slow, and she untangles herself from around me. As she pulls back, panting and gorgeous, she says, “What about that short guy you have following me?”