Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(64)

And the one girl that could make me want it was out of bounds.

She was my daughter’s best friend.

We were never meant to be together.

Opening the door, I let her walk through into my penthouse first then I closed the door. I stepped behind her, taking her coat off her shoulders and hanging it up before I took my own off.

She was still standing with her back to me. I closed the gap between us, my hands wrapping around her waist as I held her, my hands splayed across her stomach. I buried my nose into her hair and inhaled as I smelt the familiar vanilla and peach undertones. I loved her smell. I wanted to bottle it up, so I always had it.

I heard her sharp intake of breath as my lips pressed to the pulsing vein in her neck. Her heart was racing. Slow, soft kisses I planted over her bare skin as my lips made their way to her ear lobe, stopping when I got to the shell of her ear.

“I want to make love to you,” I whispered, which caused a shudder to rip through her.

Her hands moved over mine as she pulled them off me. She turned slowly to face me, her eyes locking with mine and I swear I felt the ground move beneath us. She was bearing the window to her soul, she wanted me to see all of her, and I finally did. I saw it all. Every imperfect, beautiful, soul destroying and heart-breaking piece of her.

And now I wanted to spend the entire evening trying my hardest to put her back together again. To make her feel complete.

Her small hands moved to my face, holding me in place as she pushed onto her tiptoes and kissed me. Her sweet moans humming through her, she was delectable. I wanted to take her breath away, I wanted to hear her sweet moans fill the room.

My hands roamed over her body before our fingers entwined, “Come.”

A simple word, but so powerful.

I led her through to my bedroom, her eyes widening as they roamed around the room.

The walls were a greige, my queen-sized bed sat central against the wall dressed with a black, solid wood headboard. The room was pretty plain, but it worked for me.

I didn’t want her to get too in her head, I padded over to her, my arm snaking around her back as I pulled her body close to mine.

My finger on my other hand hooked under the shoulder of her red sweater top. Slowly pulling it down to reveal her glowing, tanned skin. Pressing my lips to her neck, I glided them across to her collar bone and over her shoulder. Her small hands wrapped around the fabric of my sweater, clinging onto me.

Pulling my lips from her was harder than I imagined, it took so much strength to pull away. My fingers clutched the hem of her sweater top as I pulled it over her head and discarded it on the floor. Moving down to her jeans, I fumbled with the button and watched her push them down her slender, long legs. My cock was throbbing in my jeans. She was beautiful. She stood in front of me, in her little black panties and matching bra. She reached up and pulled her long, honey blonde hair out of her hair tie, running her fingers through the root to loosen it up. I watched as it cascaded down past her breasts, sitting at her ribs.

She stalked towards me, her hands on my sweater as she pulled it over my head. Who would have thought something as simple as undressing each other could be so sensual? I made quick work on taking my pants off, kicking them off my feet. Our bodies pressed together, my hands in her hair as I tipped her head back, my lips slanting as they covered hers. Our tongues caressing and moulding together. I walked her towards the bed, our lips still locked. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed as I gently nudged her, so she fell on her back into my comforter. Her golden hair fanned around her, her legs parting for me.

“Buttercup, this is going to be slow, hard and fucking amazing,” I whispered, kneeling on the bed between her legs.

She bit her bottom lip.

“Don’t bite your lip.” I warned, gripping her chin tightly as I kissed her fiercely before I bit her bottom lip, causing a moan to escape her. I stilled, clicking the music on in the bedroom, Chris Brown – Take You Down filled the room.

“Aren’t you a bit old to be listening to music like this… old man,” Reese teased as she bit her bottom lip again.

I groaned, my cock thickening.

“Old man,” I scoffed. I wanted to own her and mark her and that’s exactly what I was about to do.

My calloused fingers popped her breasts from her cotton bra, rolling her hardened nipple between my two fingers as my tongue caressed hers.

“Killian,” she whimpered.

I smirked against her lips.

I continued, my hand dropping from her chin as it skimmed down the side of her body and slipped into the side of her panties. She was already soaked for me. Swirling the tip of my fingers at her opening, coating them in her arousal before they circled over her sensitive clit. She moaned, my cock straining against my jockey shorts. I wanted to be in her so bad. But I couldn’t, not yet. Because if I slipped into her soaked cunt now, I would come. I didn’t want it over yet. I slipped my fingers through her wet folds and pushed two of them inside of her, curling them as I stroked her g-spot. Her back arched, pressing her pert little tit into my mouth. I groped her, squeezing her breast as I sucked hard, my tongue swirling over her nipple.

“Fuck,” I heard her curse.

“Don’t come yet, brat,” I said against her hot skin.

I trailed my wet mouth down over her sensitive skin, stopping at the top of her panties. Darting my tongue out, I licked across her lower stomach before pulling her panties off and discarding them to the floor.