Inheriting a SECRET (Corrigan & Co. #7)(4)

“I am.”

“Forget the training, just burn with me tonight.”

“We have to go to dinner.”

“Yes, we do,” I tell her with a smirk, already knowing what I’m going to do. I walk her out to the car, and put the privacy screen up. “Ready to play with fire, Cat?”

* * *

Darcy

Damn him and that stupid nickname. I want to hate it, but I kind of love it. And I love that he wants me too much to wait. I lick my bottom lip, and see him swallow hard as his eyes track my tongue. I am ready to play, so I bite it gently, and he doesn’t try to disguise his moan.

We meet in the middle of the seat, and attack each other. There’s no other way to describe it. We’re both fighting for dominance as we kiss, lick, and bite. First lips, and then we open for each other, and it’s tongues. I suck on his tongue, running my teeth lightly over it, and he pulls back to look at me.

“I can’t wait until you do that to my cock.”

“How do you know I will?”

He licks up the column of my throat, and then back down again, biting lightly on the place where my neck meets my shoulder. I whimper, and lean back as he moves his mouth lower.

“I hope you will.”

I want to. Dear God, I want my mouth on him. I reach down to palm him through his pants, and feel his hands move from my hair to my zipper. He pulls it down slowly, growling as I squeeze his hard length. He’s not the biggest I’ve ever had, but I’m already half in love with what I’m feeling. And I haven’t even seen it yet.

My dress is peeled down and then his mouth is moving over my sheer white bra. The friction of the fabric between my nipple and his tongue has me almost coming. He bites down, and then smiles.

“You’re so f*cking responsive.”

“You’re so good at this,” I reply, and then stop in the middle of pulling his zipper down.

My brain has just caught up with my body. He is good at this. Because he’s done it so often. I’m no shy virgin, but it still hurts a little to know it’s not me making him crazy with lust. It could be any woman here with him, even though I’ve never reacted to another man like this. I need to stop, no matter how good it feels.

I’m so lost in my pity party, that I don’t notice he’s stopped and is looking at me. “Where did you go, Darcy?”

“I was just realizing that I’m not special, and that this is just normal for you.” I paste a smile on my face. “It’s okay. I just need to get my head in the right frame of mind.”

I lean back towards him, but he pulls back, looking pissed and more than a little hurt. I move closer, and he practically jumps to the other side of the car. “Fix your hair. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Can you zip me up?”

“No. You did it yourself in your room, you can do it now.”

“What just happened? Why are you so angry?”

“You’re kidding right? You just said that you think you’re interchangeable with the other women I’ve slept with.”

“Aren’t I?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. I already told you I’ve been thinking of you for ten years. I’ve never thought of another woman for more than a few weeks.”

“Did I live up to expectations?”

“Before you insulted me? Fuck, yeah. You’re better than anything I could dream about. I could write a sonnet about your mouth.”

“Really?” I ask, brow raised.

“No,” he says with a laugh. “I suck at poetry.”

“I’m sorry, Brayden. I didn’t expect to be attracted to you, but I am. And then I just got weird, and stupid, while you were doing nothing but wonderful things to me.”

“Good thing I happen to like weird and stupid,” he says, picking up my hand to kiss my knuckles. “Just for the record, though. You are special. I’ve been with a bunch of girls and women, I can’t deny that. But I never treated anyone badly, and they were all special to me when I was with them.” I try to pull my hand away, but he’s not done. “That doesn’t make you any less special, so stop trying to get away from me. If I’m honest, you may be the most special of all.”

“Do you mean that or are you just saying it to get me to confess?”

“Maybe both. I don’t know.”

The problem is that neither do I. I need to stay on my toes because I can’t tell him about those jewels. I’m bound to an oath I made, and I won’t break my word. I can’t. Even though he makes me want to.





Chapter 2


Brayden

It sucks that Darcy thinks she’s just another notch for me. She should be, but she’s not. Even though we’ve only officially met, I know that she has the power to bring me to my knees, and make me want to forget that my end goal is to bring her down. The teenage girl rappelling down our castle intrigued me, the woman who has charmed the media—and my mother—for the past two months challenges me, and the vixen who sucked my tongue like her life depended on it inspires me. They’re all rolled into one, and I don’t know any man who could resist that combination.

I help her out of the car when we arrive at the restaurant, and we smile and share small kisses for the paparazzi. That right there is different. In the past, I’ve stuck my tongue down a woman’s throat and groped her, knowing we’d end up in the news the next day. Never mind that I want Darcy to know things are different with her, I need the press to see it. For my mother, and my country. They’re all counting on me, and I won’t let them down. Not when I’m finally closing in on my promise.