Page 26 of Beg for You

She was breathing heavily like she’d been running, running to get to me. Her hair was up in a tight coil, the color in her cheeks high. She was in dark blue silk from neck to ankles. It might have been modest if it hadn’t hugged every one of her curves. If the neckline hadn’t plunge so low it showed off a mouthwatering amount of creamy cleavage.

“I…I’m sorry I’m late. I—”

I shook my head, cutting her off. “I’ve packed up for the night. You’re…” My fucking brain scrambled, words failing me. I inwardly fought for control, fought for the words. “Too late.” For me to work on her ink, anyway.

Her eyes locked onto mine, round and pleading. “But, Cal, please…”

“Inside,” I said. “Now.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“No.” I wanted to touch her, but I held myself back.

She was here, but that didn’t mean she wanted more of what I gave her last time. I needed to be sure. She hadn’t moved, still in the doorway, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. I watched as they dropped to my bare chest, as her graceful fingers curled into fists.

I worked at keeping my voice even. “You coming in?”

She licked her lips and my cock pulsed behind my zipper. “I thought…I wasn’t sure if…”

“Getting ink…it’s not the only reason you came tonight, is it, Princess?” I said.

She shook her head.

Thank fuck. “Inside. Counter. Back to me.”

She did what I asked, and I shut the door behind her, sliding the lock. The lights were still off in the shop, but there was enough light coming though from the street to see Cassy.

She watched me over her shoulder as I moved up behind her. I pressed in close, letting her feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“I was at a…a gala. I had trouble getting away,” she said, voice soft, a little rasp to it that made my balls ache.

“Looking like you do, I don’t doubt you could’ve had anyone there tonight, but here you are.”

“I…” She bit her lip, and I watched her take a deep breath and gather strength as her eyes lifted to mine. “I didn’t want anyone else.”

I slid my finger down the side of her face, across her perfect skin. “They can’t give you what I can, can they?”

Her fingers curled into the edge of the counter. “No.”

I breathed her in, the delicate scent of her skin, her hair. I wanted it down, wanted my fingers in it. I got to work on the pins holding it in place, enjoying the way she started breathing faster just from that small contact. As the silky strands slid free, I thought about fisting it, holding her still as I pumped my cock into her greedy mouth.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I pulled out the last pin and the rest of it slid down her back. Beautiful.

Her lips parted, her little pink tongue sliding over her bottom lip. Shit, I hadn’t kissed her yet, and my heart kicked up speed from the thought of it. I’d kissed a lot of women in my life, but the idea of kissing Cassy nearly sent me over the edge.

I’d resisted, knowing it was a bad idea, but Christ, I wanted to taste her. I’d come this far, why not take that as well?

Gripping her hips, I spun her around and lifted her, planting her ass on the counter. She squeaked, hands flying to my shoulders.

“I like this dress,” I said as I dropped my hands to her ankles and started sliding up, taking the fabric of her dress with them. I carried on up, nice and slow, past her knees, revealing those supple thighs, firm from all the horse riding.

I held her gaze and gently pressed my hands against her inner thighs, spreading her wide for me.

Her breath hitched and her fingers dug deeper into my shoulders as I stepped into the space I’d made, bringing our chests flush. Hard against soft.

She felt so small with my larger body surrounding hers. Fully at my mercy. Sinking my fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck, I fisted it. “Been dreaming about your mouth. Got a lot of plans for it.”