Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(55)

Her panted words lifted into the dense air, and I sat back on my knees. I grabbed her by the waist, cinching my hands around her. “You want me to make you feel good, sweet girl?”

Her head rocked back on the pillow. I swore, the girl was so damned pretty it hurt to look at her. A punch right to the center of my chest.

“Yes,” she drew out, tongue darting out to swipe across her lips. “Please. I need you. I never stopped needing you.”

I beat back the guilt. I had no clue about the way I’d treated her last year. But I knew full well the way I’d left her when she was sixteen.

My hands slid up the top of her thighs.

Shivers raced beneath my palms, the girl quivering and shaking like she was seconds from falling apart, and I hadn’t even touched her.

I let my hands glide around to her back, lifting her a little as I palmed her ass, her knees dropping open wide when I did. “This ass, baby.”

And I was wondering if anyone had been in it. Who’d been in her, taking this sweet body.

Aggression I didn’t have any fucking right to feel curled through my being. A dark, violent sickness.

I wanted to possess her.

Every part.

Every inch.

She was supposed to be mine.

I kneaded her cheeks and let my fingers run down her cleft.

“Ollie. What are you doing to me?” Those indigo eyes met with mine as she sucked frantic breaths into her lungs. “You make me crazy.”

A low chuckle of warning escaped my mouth. “Safe to say it’s the other way around, Sunshine. You make me insane. That mouth, and this body. I want to fuck you wild, Nikki. Mark you. Keep you.”

I was saying things I shouldn’t be saying. But I couldn’t stop the words from scraping from my mouth.

Her dress was bunched all the way up to below her tits, the one I’d been sucking on peeking out the top, nipple still hard and wet from my licks.

Her hands spread out across her flat, naked belly. “Please.”

And I knew she’d let me. Knew that she’d let me use her. Maybe . . . maybe she’d use me, too.

The passion roiling in her eyes was untamed. Fierce and savage.

She wanted to get reckless with me.

I snagged my fingers in the edges of her underwear and began to peel them down.

“Shit,” I hissed. The ground quaked beneath me as I revealed what was waiting underneath.

Totally un-fucking-prepared for seeing her this way.

Spread out for me.

Pussy wet and glistening.

Lifting her legs between us, I unwound the lace from her ankles and dropped her underwear to the floor, setting one of her ankles on my shoulder as I barely dragged just the tips of my fingers through her slit.

I almost went off right then.

I’d been wanting this girl for far, far too long.

Just that little touch had her hips hiking up, pressing from the couch.

“You want me to touch you, sweet girl? Is that what you want?” The words rumbled from me as I shifted, planting a single hand next to her head.

Caging her in.

She nodded, hair swishing across my couch. “Don’t tease me, Ollie. My heart can’t take it tonight.”

My chest tightened, and I had the wayward thought that there’d be plenty of time for that later.

Teasing and playing.

I knew better than to let my thoughts go wandering that direction. I forced myself back to her in this moment.

To the girl who was shaking on my couch. Desperate for relief.

I slicked my fingers through her pussy, watching the way her lips parted, tasting the sigh that slipped from her tongue when I tucked a single finger into the tight clutch of her body.

Her hands flew to my shoulders and held on. “Ollie.”

I drew back, added another. I drove them in slowly.

“Like that?” I murmured at her mouth, teasing her a little.

She swallowed hard, searching for air. “More.”

“That’s what I thought,” I rumbled, nipping at her chin. “I’m gonna take care of you. Sweetness. Sunshine,” I rumbled, lips moving across her cheek.

A little moan jetted from her mouth, and I edged back, pulling my fingers free.

Protest had her loosing a tiny groan, and I gave her a lopsided grin. “I’ve got you. Trust me . . . I’ve got you.”

Those words were out before I could stop them.

Trust.

I deserved none of that.

But she could count on me to give her this.

I spread my hands wide and slipped them up the insides of her thighs, spreading her wide. Hands going back to her bottom, I lifted her from the couch when I leaned down and licked.

She yelped, and those needy little hands flew into my hair.

I turned, kissed the inside of her thigh, whispering against the flesh. “Is this okay, sweet girl?”

Sweet, fucking, delicious girl.

“If you stop, I will stab you, Oliver Preston.”

There she was. My smart-mouthed Nikki.

A smile pulled free, one I hid against her skin before I buried my face back in her heat.

Kissing her cunt like I had kissed her mouth.

Laps and licks against her lips, tongue driving between. I licked back to the tight pucker of her ass before I moved to lave at her clit.

Swollen and red.

I rolled my tongue around it.