Dollars (Dollar #2)(65)

My muscles tensed as she slowly reached up, her hands disappearing beneath her hair to tug at the loose knot holding the sheet.

My chair creaked as I tensed.

The white cotton fell in a quicksilver cascade, puddling on the deck.

Christ.

Her eyes met mine, her chin tilted in regal power.

Her nakedness wasn’t vulnerability. It was her strength. The one thing she’d claimed as her weapon. She stood before me bare and unyielding and f*cking decimated me with how much I wanted her.

I sucked in a breath, my cock hardening to the point of agony. I should’ve stood up the moment she arrived. I should've slung a towel over my waist so she wouldn’t be appalled with the lust I had suffered when lust had been what hurt her. But sitting on the deck chair with my legs sprawled in front of me, there was no hiding my arousal.

Her gaze dropped to my crotch, her jaw tightening. Shadows crossed her eyes, faint lines etching her mouth as if she argued some internal debate.

And then, she thudded to her knees.

She winced at the hard wood on already punished bones.

My stomach clenched to sit upright and pick her up, terrified she’d tripped.

But her hands shot forward, one landing on my chest to keep me reclined, the other grasping my waistband and pulling.

My cock leapt free from its confinements, not caring about right or wrong.

What the—

Before I could stop her, she inserted my length into her mouth.

Holy.

Fucking.

Jesus.

My mind collapsed as her hot wet mouth sucked me hard. She didn’t tease. She didn’t toy. Her hands slipped over me as her lips followed, sucking me deep, turning me brain dead.

Instinct roared into control. Pent-up desire unleashing and taking ownership. My hips thrust up as my hand landed on her head. Somewhere in the back of sanity, I noticed how soft her hair felt. How she bobbed over me. How f*cking good her tongue worked my crown.

I didn’t think about her injury.

I didn’t think about her past.

All I thought about was how goddamn good she felt. What a magician she was with her tongue and fingers and mouth.

Every blood cell relocated in my cock, throbbing for more. And she gave it to me as if she understood my body more than I did.

Her tongue swiped again, dancing around the tip, dragging a ragged groan from deep inside me.

I couldn’t fight.

I couldn’t win.

My legs widened as she shuffled closer on her knees. Her hair blanketed my thighs as she kept my ocean-damp boxer-briefs pulled away while her other hand dropped over my stomach to cup my balls below.

She drove me insane.

I shivered with every touch and lick.

It’d been a age since I’d been with a woman. Been with a willing woman.

The word ‘willing’ shot into my head, tearing through my lust.

Pimlico was a woman, but was she willing?

Why was her mouth on me? Her tongue tasting me; her hand superbly working me to come?

Why was she on her knees after a lifetime of hell with another man?

Shit.

My teeth gritted as I dropped my hand from her scalp to her chin. It f*cking killed me, but I summoned every decency I had left and tugged her away.

My body trembled. Pre-cum rippled as she sucked harder, refusing to move.

I pulled harder, battling so many things at once.

I wanted to throw her down and f*ck her beneath the open sky. I wanted to hit her to get her far away from me so I could gather my tattered thoughts and make sense of this.

I wanted her to stop.

“Pim.” I growled as her teeth scraped sensitive skin making another wave of pleasure shoot, begging for a release.

It would be so easy to let her go, to lean back and give in. To spurt inside her expert little mouth and let her take that from me.

But that wasn’t how I worked.

I didn’t take advantage of people—apart from their money. And I definitely didn’t give in. Ever.

“Stop!” Wrenching her mouth off me, I panted as my cock smacked against my bare stomach, glistening with her saliva, pulsating with the need to climb back inside her.

It would be so f*cking easy to pull her head back down and tell her to finish what she started.

But the one question I couldn’t ignore gave me willpower.

Why had she started this in the first place?

Sitting forward, not caring I remained exposed or she was naked between my thighs, I grabbed her chin again. Her skin was ice beneath my fingers. I refused to look at her breasts or pebbled nipples. I focused on one thing only.

“Why?”

She didn’t meet my eyes. Her right hand crept forward and clutched my throbbing cock.

My head fell forward as her palm stroked me with the lubricant from her mouth, soaring up to squeeze my crown.

“Fuuuck.”

Keeping her chin firm in one hand, I grabbed both her wrists with the other, flinching as I yanked her touch away and the elastic of my underwear splatted my cock tight against my belly.

“Tell me why. You didn’t want to do this. You don’t even like to be in the same room as me, let alone touch me.” I shook her a little. “Have I made you feel like you have to repay me? I don’t need a pity blowjob.”

Her teeth ground beneath my hold, rebellion and secrets in her gaze.

I tightened my fingers, bruising her but unable to stop the frustration leaking through my hand. “Don’t touch me, Pim. I don’t want that from you.”