Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(23)

Her soft locks draped around us, tickling the skin of my neck and arms. Her cold hands wrapped around my neck, her forehead meeting mine. “I want you. I need you, Cannon. Hold me until he’s nothing but a memory. I wanna be yours.”

I moved to take her mouth but she took mine instead, pressing me back into the couch.

Fierce.

Furious.

A kiss I never expected, and one I could have never prepared for. Far better than any of her kisses that came before. My mind shut down, completely blocking out any thought. The need to be inside of her was so strong. I wanted to own every part of her because it was clear…she was still very much his. My heart beat mercilessly against my chest, begging to be hers, screaming to make her mine.

Watermelon and whiskey, the perfect combination of strong and sweet. I was drunk off the first drink. No wait, I take that back.

Fuckin’ wasted.

There was a small voice in the back of my mind that questioned this newfound level of need. But I ignored it as I pushed up from the couch, Cora instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist as if they were made for that sole purpose alone. My hands gripped her ass, but my mouth stayed locked with hers, taking more and more with each swipe of my thirsty tongue. I couldn’t get enough.

Never.

Enough.

“I want you so f*ckin’ bad.”

“Me too,” she breathed.

“If you don’t stop this now, I’m about to f*ck you against this wall right here. I can’t wait another goddamn minute to have you.”

“Yes, I want that too,” she said against my lips.

“I’m serious,” I said, stopping right in front of the bare wall.

“So am I.”

“You have no idea what you’ve just given me permission to do.”

She wrapped her arms tighter around my neck. “I just gave you permission to f*ck me, Cannon, now do it.”

The faint sound of drywall cracking penetrated the thick fog of lust just as my lips caught hers, capturing the air that had been forced from her mouth upon impact. I was fueled by that sweet rush of breath, and decimated by it. I was about to ask if she was ok, but the second her hands pawed at my face and neck, I knew she was fine.

It was me who wasn’t ok.

“Please.”

“Release me, babe.”

Her legs came unwound and I sighed at the loss of her hold, but recovered the second I got her tiny shorts and panties down around her ankles. She stepped out and my hands drifted up her smooth legs, beneath her tank top, caressing her belly and breasts. I buried my nose between the V of her thighs and found what would prove to be my undoing.

So f*cking soft.

So goddamn beautiful.

“Cannon,” she gasped.

So raw and deep, the potent flavor of her desire invaded my bloodstream in a slow, steady burn.

It left me weak.

Powerless.

I knew if I fed from her, I’d be done.

Over.

The motherf*cking end.

Her smell was driving me insane, and so were the harsh breathy sounds above my head, begging me for more.

I teased her clit, dragging my tongue back and forth, savoring the taste of her. “You,” I whispered across her flesh, knowing there would be no coming back from this. “Taste so f*ckin’ good.”

I could die right here. A million painful deaths could never compare to this slow, sweet demise. “I’m gonna eat you ‘til you scream, baby,” I informed her, wondering if I would ever be able to stop.

“Yes.”

Desire swirled like a hurricane inside my body, dangerous and deadly. I had no control whatsoever when I gripped her hips and smashed her ass to the wall, my face following like a starved animal.

Hot.

Wet.

I bathed her sweet * with every inch of my tongue, drowning in her praises. “Holy shit…your tongue is…oh my f*ck…it’s amazing!”

I growled, willing myself to pull away so I could bury my cock inside of her, but I couldn’t seem to stir up enough strength.

My name shredded her throat just as I slipped my tongue inside her heavenly heat. Because let’s be honest, if heaven were a place on earth, it would be nestled right here between this beautiful woman’s quivering thighs.

So this is why God made women? He wanted men to have a taste of heaven on earth.

Clever bastard.

Cora shuddered, unleashing a bounty of satisfied mewls and moans that had my dick begging for release. She attempted to shove my head away, the orgasm racking her body wave after wave, but I didn’t let her go until I’d drank every last drop.

Now that I’d tasted her…

“Ready to get f*cked?”

Smiling, she trembled beneath my hand. “I don’t know? Am I?”

“Oh, I know your * is ready, babe. Your need for me tastes so f*ckin’ sweet. What I wanna know is…” I stood from my knees to cup her warm cheeks. “Is your heart ready?”





Wherever you go, go with all your heart.

~Confucius





My heart?

It was fluttering with excitement over the possibilities behind his words.

“I just want to make sure we’re clear on what this is.” He brushed his rough thumb lightly across my cheek. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”