A Mess of a Man (Cruel & Beautiful #2)(24)

Her soft gasp gives me the opening to dive in. I sweep my tongue across hers and she melts. And that’s not a euphemism. I have to use my right hand to cup her bottom to hold her upright before she can sink to the ground.

She tastes like sweet tea on a summer day. I hold in a sigh of pleasure. She moans and my dick makes a beeline in her direction. When she doesn’t slap my hand away from her ass, I use my fingers to gather up fabric so I can get where I want to without letting her go. I have a need to feel if she’s wet.

“Wait,” she says. “Anyone can see.”

Oh, but that would be half the fun … I don’t want to spook her though. Instead, I pluck the key from her and with my eyes half on her, slide it into the lock. Not giving her a chance to leave me on the other side of it once she gets in, I back her in and close the door behind me. I try my best not to lose eye contact for more than a second at a time.

“Ben,” she protests.

“Don’t, Sam. Can I call you Sam?” She nods. “We’re adults. I can see you want this as much as I do. Why deny ourselves?”

“Because I don’t know you.” Her words are strong but barely a whisper.

I step back giving her space to breathe. Her eyes are heavy lidded and her chest rises and falls with her rapid pulse. But even though my need for her is strong, I have no plans to force myself on her.

Pushing the curtain of hair back from her face, her desires are unmasked.

“So let me get to know you. What better way?” I flash a megawatt grin.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” she says finding her voice.

Sighing, I let her go and take another step back and scrub over my face. This situation is so different for me with all her mixed signals. I haven’t had a reluctant woman since early in my college days.

“I’m that kind of guy, but I don’t judge anyone else.”

She moves forward and reaches up. Within seconds, she’s pulling my hand free from my hair. When her eyes drop to my mouth, I take control of her hand needing her to understand what she does to me. She lets me and I cover it over my rock hard cock.

“I don’t play games. I want you. But I’m not going to force you to do anything. I’m also not going to lie to you either. I want to be inside you so bad. And I think you want me too.”

She bristles and slips her hand out of mine. “Ego much?”

There’s that stubbornness that makes me stupid as more blood rushes to my dick.

“Just honest. After being so close to you tonight, I know my hand alone won’t do.” She glares at me, but she hasn’t slapped me or asked me to leave. “Tell me to leave Sam.” I pause, searching her eyes. Seconds tick by without a word of protest from her mouth. “You won’t, will you? Because your nipples are hard under that dress begging for my mouth to cover them. Your skin is hot and flushed. Admit that you want me.”

She lifts her head in challenge and says, “People want many things, but you don’t have to act on them.”

I reach out and cup her cheek. She leans up and I gently bite her lower lip. Then I let my hand slide down the angle of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, and down her arm to grip her waist. “All you have to do is tell me to stop and I will. In fact, I’ll go slow giving you ample time to stop and not let this go too far.”

Leisurely, I slide my hand down her skirt-covered thigh to land on bare skin. “And I will.” I squeeze her leg for a second, but I don’t let go. “There is nothing wrong with wanting me, Sam. And make no mistake—I want you.”

Her hand clamps on my wrist, but she doesn’t try to pull my hand away. We stare at each other, neither of us giving in. I lean in needing another taste. She doesn’t fight me. In fact, she fiercely kisses me back.

I take a chance and gradually slide my hand upward under her dress. Her grip on my wrist tightens, but again she hasn’t stopped me. When my thumb reaches pay dirt and brushes over a spot on her panties, I groan. Pulling back, I meet her eyes.

“Sweetheart, you’re wet. Let me help you get where you want to go.”

While speaking, I rub my thumb across her swollen nub a few times. She sucks in a breath and I lean in and take her mouth prisoner again. Soon, her fingernails rake over my skull as she pulls me closer. I slip my finger underneath the barrier that protects her treasure, my goal. She’s so ready for me my finger easily sinks into her warm depths. Her eyes are lost as she angles her lower half to make contact where she needs.

“Please,” she begs.

“Not yet, honey.”

With my free hand, I cup her heavy breast as I continue to work her, pushing in another finger. I have to see her. So I slip the straps of her sundress down and push the material away to expose her bra. The thin material isn’t holding her beautiful breasts up. They are f*cking perfect. So I shove that material aside freeing one perfect pink nipple. I don’t waste time taking it in my mouth. Her * clamps around my two fingers and I continue to pump them in and out of her until she’s boneless.

My dick is still granite and can’t wait to be inside her. I scoop her up in my arms ready to take this to her room. She looks so f*cking sweet cradled against me.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby. The night is still young.”





His voice comes at me like a crack of thunder. I jolt in his arms, coming to my senses. What the hell did I just let happen? He just got me off—okay, an amazing vagina-quivering orgasm—but still. He’s not much more than a stranger. I met him in the produce aisle, for Pete’s sake. I never do anything like this.