Stupidly, I obeyed.
He ran tentative fingers down my already dripping sex although his intentions were less than such. Back and forth, he continued to rub, creating a delicious friction that I fought to hate yet craved. My hips tensed with their need to move against him. My * was weeping from the need of him, and all the while, I silently cried into the pillow. I was thankful for my position so he wouldn’t see my tears. He would likely delight in having made me come undone.
I wanted him.
It was a fact as much as it was painful.
“We can’t do this.” It was wrong for so many reasons, and if I gave into him, what would that make me?
“Your * tells me you want this even if it is with me. I know your body better than you know yourself. You still belong to me, and I won’t let you forget it again.”
He was wrong. I never forgot it in the four years we’ve been apart, but every day I fought it.
“I haven’t—” It was a good thing his tongue picked that moment to touch my sex or else I would have confessed to it all.
I was a moaning, gasping, writhing mess in no time at all.
“I take back what I said earlier. Your * is still the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KEENAN
IT WAS LIKE an explosion of everything wonderful assaulting my taste buds. Her cries drowned out the moans I released in her *.
She’d already come once, and I was fighting for a second. Her trembling body was putty in my hands and weak from my mouth.
“Keenan, please.”
That’s it, baby. Beg me. Just a little more.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted. I knew the perfect way to push her over the edge, and it was right where I wanted her.
I strummed my tongue a little faster against her clit, and when her thighs shook uncontrollably, I smiled against her skin.
“Fuck me.”
She whispered it so low, if I hadn’t been listening for that very plea, I would have missed it. I continued to suck up every bit of come from her sex.
The pleasure of knowing she still craved my cock inside her was almost better than payback. She turned around to face me on her knees, reaching for my belt buckle.
My hand on her wrist stopped her. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Confusion and lust were written all over her features.
“I think we’re done here.” I made it out of the bedroom just as her angry scream ripped through the air.
Mission accomplished.
I headed for my father’s liquor cabinet in the basement. I had all of my hope on finding Kennedy in that house tonight just to find another dead end.
A part of me wondered what I would do if I ever found her.
She belonged to me just as much as her mother did, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore my instincts to keep them. Staying away had destroyed me. Walking away wasn’t something I couldn’t do a second time.
I retrieved an unopened bottle with plans of finishing the entire thing by morning and turned back for the stairs. I stopped short at the sight of Sheldon creeping down the stairway.
“What are you doing down here?” I asked with impatience evident in every syllable.
“Where the hell do you get off?” She stopped halfway down the stairs and folded her arms across her breasts. Not ogling them was damn near impossible. She had always been generous in that department. The way they would bounce whenever she rode me was a permanent memory I willingly called on whenever I needed a release.
“I didn’t, but you did. Twice.”
“I ask you to fuck me after you threatened to do it anyway and you walk away?” Humiliation pinked her cheeks even as she stood before me with her head held high.
“You didn’t ask, you begged, but fortunately for you, I got bored.”
The truth was, I walked away because, though I wanted her body, I could see myself really hurting her. I craved it more than I wanted my next meal.
“Whether I asked or begged is irrelevant. Know that you won’t ever touch me again. You did me a favor, really. I’d forgotten how mediocre your fucking can be.” She took a step backward up the stairs, but there was no way in hell I was letting her get away after that.
Call it an ego trip, but it had just gotten her thoroughly fucked, but not in the way that she expected.
“Fine. You want to be fucked?” I dropped the bottle, letting it tumble and shatter down the stairs and grabbed her wrist to spin her around, slamming her against the wall of the stairway. Shock and fear tumbled out from her lips as a breathless gasp.
“Let me go.”
“Shut up. If we’re fucking, I want your ass first.”
She must have been extremely pissed to come down completely naked, but it worked to my advantage. I kicked her feet apart and nestled my own between her legs.
“Are you still a virgin?”