Page 49 of Beg for You

Her eyes were locked on mine. There was so much going on behind them, so damn much. I wanted to know all her secrets, the parts she thought were ugly. I wanted to prove her wrong, because there was nothing in this woman that was anything but beautiful. I knew it deep down to my bones.

Those big blue eyes never left mine as she slowly, ever so slowly, loosened her fingers and let go of the sheet. Now it was just me holding it up, covering her. Still with it in my hands, I trailed my fingers along her collarbone.

“You sure?” I asked. I wanted this with an intensity that didn’t make sense, but I wouldn’t force her.

She nodded, her breathing coming faster.

I dropped the sheet and heard her sharp inhale. I lowered my gaze to her tits. They were full, soft, perfect. Her waist was small, flaring out to slightly rounded hips. Shit, even her belly button was exquisite. I wanted to lean down and kiss it, kiss every inch of her. But that wasn’t what this was about.

Yeah, I’d seen her without her shirt, but this felt different, intimate in a way it hadn’t been between us before.

I stood and took a step back before I touched her and made everything a whole lot worse. “Lie on your right side for me, baby, back to me.” This wasn’t making shit worse at all, right? Fuck, I’d lost my mind. I knew that, and it didn’t stop me from pushing on. “Put the arm under you over your head, your cheek against your bicep. Your other arm along your side, your hand resting on your thigh.”

She did what I asked, so damned trusting. Jesus, she looked gorgeous. I swallowed hard and strode forward to shift her hair back from her shoulder so none of the ink or her scars were concealed. I leaned in, kissing her delicate shoulder. I couldn’t help myself. She sucked in another sharp breath.

I fucked around with the sheet until it was how I wanted it, low on her hips, showing the top of her ass, her panties, then pushed back so I could see her long bare legs, and headed to my work area. I grabbed an easel, my paints, and a fresh canvas, and set myself up.

And what do you know, the sun was just coming up, causing the light to hit her just right through the big windows at the front of my apartment. Cassy looked like an angel from heaven lying on my bed.

“Now, just relax.”

She made a little noise of agreement, and I got started. I thought she might drift off, but then her soft voice filled the room. She told me about her horses, her plans for them, about the breeding program she was developing. I loved listening to her, the passion in her voice, the joy.

A while later, Cassy had gone quiet, and the painting was starting to take shape. I had no idea how long I’d been working, maybe an hour or so, but even while I’d been in the zone there’d been an awareness moving through me, like an electrical current, and it hadn’t let up the entire time. I wanted her, and the place inside myself that I went when I painted—with no guards or walls or barriers—meant the emotions raging through me fucking owned me and left no room for anything else.

I was hot and hard, fucking high, drunk off the woman lying in my bed. Sweat slid down between my shoulder blades and I dropped my brush, tugging my shirt off over my head. My skin felt too tight, too sensitive against the fabric.

My gaze moved over her body, tracing her subtle curves, and I had to drag my hand across my mouth, sure I was fucking drooling. “Panties,” I croaked out. “Take them…off.” Jesus. I couldn’t even get out three words without stumbling over them. And I probably could have said that in a better way, at least not sounding quite so fierce, so hungry, but I was beyond measuring my tone or my words at that point.

But then I didn’t think I could form a coherent sentence in that moment even if I concentrated with everything I had. My brain felt as scrambled as it had right after the accident.

She glanced at me over her shoulder, lashes at half mast, lips full and dark pink like she’d been sucking and biting them. Her color was high and it wasn’t from embarrassment. Cassy was turned way the fuck on.

Her fingers slid down one side of her underwear, causing the delicate fabric to dip low on her hip, exposing one perfect creamy ass cheek. My dick pulsed. I was so fucking hard, so turned on, one hard stroke and I’d blow the fuck up.

Shit, I wasn’t even sure I needed to touch myself at this point. I was mad with lust for this woman, out of my goddamn mind with want, which was why I had no control over what I said next. “Stop. Roll onto your back.”

The cautious, logical part of my brain had left the building and was showing no sign of coming back.

She did as I asked, dragging her teeth over her lower lip. Her breathing was ragged, full tits jiggling with every sharp exhale.

“I’m having a hard time…concentrating, P-Princess. You wanna help me out?” My gaze moved over the beauty of her, down to the juncture of her closed thighs, the way her plain pink panties cupped her pussy.

She nodded, fingers curling into the sheet on either side of her. “Yes,” she whispered. “Whatever you need.”

I fought back a groan. “Put a pillow under your head so you can see me and lie back.”

She did what I asked.

I kept my feet planted, fighting my body’s need to go to her. Not fucking her wasn’t just about her anymore, trying to minimize the damage I was going to cause. I knew now if I fucked her, I wouldn’t be able to let her go. I was capable of a lot of things, and the way I was starting to feel about Cassy, I was almost afraid of what I might do to keep her. “Spread your legs,” I said roughly, the tornado of emotions coming through loud and clear in my voice.

Her breath hitched and she stilled, slender throat working. Her fingers flexed at her side. She wasn’t sure. Shit, was she shy, nervous?

For the first time since she walked into my shop, I decided to go with complete honesty. Hide nothing. Fucking beg. “You are the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever seen, Cassy. Do this for me, give me this. Fuck…” I reached down and squeezed my iron-hard cock through my jeans and groaned. “I need it, Princess. Please, baby.” I’d never wanted anyone more in my life.

The muscles in her thighs tightened for a split second then she slowly spread for me as her head fell back to the pillow.

I groaned again. Jesus fucking Christ. “Shit, Cassy, I can see how wet you are. You’ve soaked those innocent-looking panties right through.”