Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(69)

I was at his mercy.

Exactly where he wanted me.

“So, tell me, Daisy? What the f*ck was that back there?”

I lowered my eyebrows, overwhelmed and confused by his question. He had never spoken to me that way. It was then that I realized I had also never pissed him off. He suddenly seemed taller, looming over me, ready to snap.

“What are you talking about?” I shook my head in confusion.

Was he angry at me for taking his sketches or about the unexpected visitor?

There was a hint of sadness that passed through his eyes that made me question what he was really asking me.

“He was my bodyguard,” I stated out of pure impulse.

“A bodyguard doesn’t look at your tits like that. He also doesn’t look at you like he knows you. In. And. out.”

My breathing hitched, my eyes widened.

“How old is he, Daisy? Because five years ago, you were f*cking fifteen.”

“It’s not what you think," I pleaded.

“Is that right?” He breathed out against my lips. “Tell me what I think then?”

There wasn’t an inch of me that didn’t ache for him, that didn’t want him. I craved his touch now more than ever before. I licked my lips needing the moisture to soothe the burn of his mere words and breath against my mouth. His eyes followed the simple gesture of my tongue.

“I think you’re reading too much into it. Men look at me all the time. It’s never bothered you before. Hell, you’re my bodyguard and you look at my tits and know me in and out, too,” I argued.

He pulled back a little, narrowing his eyes at me.

“First, watch your f*cking tone. That's different and you know it. Second, it doesn't bother me now. What’s pissing me the f*ck off, baby… is that you stumble around not knowing how to f*cking introduce me.”

“That’s not fair. You can’t—”

“I can’t? Tell me, Briggs, what can’t I f*cking do?”

“I was just as caught off guard back there as you were.”

“Was that before or after he called you Daisy? Seeing as it’s taken me over a goddamn year to learn that bit of information.”

He roughly smacked my ass, causing me to yelp, and not giving me a chance to answer. He picked me up off my feet as if I weighed nothing and wrapped my legs around his waist. Carrying me into the bedroom where he laid me down on the bed, hovering his huge frame over mine.

My dress was off of me before I even saw it coming, my bra and panties within seconds right after.

The heels stayed on.

He had seen me naked several times, but it was the first time I felt so f*cking exposed to him.

In a way I never had before.

Maybe it was the predatory look on his face.

Maybe it was the fact that I had just seen another side to him.

Or maybe it was just because I knew I was going to touch him, feel him, and see him in ways I hadn’t yet.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he praised with a sincere tone, standing above me at the edge of the bed.

Taking in every last inch of my body as if it was the first time he was really looking at me.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

I did, running my hands down my thighs and slowly parting them. Opening them in a V with my knees bent outward. He made a noise that came from the back of his throat, adding fuel to the flames burning inside me. Pulling me to the edge of the mattress by my legs, he got on his knees.

My * throbbed.

He kissed and licked his way down my thigh. Grinning when my * was directly in front of his face.

He inhaled my scent, softly kissing around my folds.

“Everything about you is f*cking addicting. From your smile, to your smell, to your sinful f*cking body. Especially…” He licked at my opening, pushing his tongue into my *. “Your goddamn taste,” he growled, pushing it in again.

My head fell back as he f*cked me with his tongue.

No one had ever made me feel worshipped like Austin could. The closeness of his mouth to my most private area was a feeling that had me grabbing the sheets in a frenzy, and he had barely even started touching me.

I expected him to be rough, but he was being gentle, taking his time to devour me, making me wet for him.

“Oh God,” I whimpered in pleasure.

He licked me one last time and then stopped, peering up at me with hooded eyes.

“Tell me what you want. Beg me for it,” he huskily urged.

“Please…” I responded on edge.

He always did this to me. Making me beg to come.

“Please… what, baby?”

“Please make me come.”

He growled and returned to lapping at my *, eating me like I was his favorite f*cking meal. Making me go crazy with passion and desire.

Feelings that only he could ever produce.

I screamed out in ecstasy and it made him suck my clit harder, side-to-side, forcefully, urgently. Austin knew my body better than I did. Within seconds he was making me come, hard. I shook the entire time as he let me ride out my orgasm against his lips, releasing me with a pop. My legs fell forward from weakness, still shaking when he dove forward, attacking my mouth.

I tasted every last bit of myself that was still all over his lips, with one hand at the back of my neck keeping me close to him exactly where he wanted me. I moaned, moving my hips to get him to give me what I’d wanted for so damn long. I could feel him smiling at the recognition of my subtle request.