Page 54 of Beg for You

I held onto him tighter, my desperation for him flowing from me, washing over him. There was no way he could mistake it for anything else. I nipped his lower lip, slid my tongue over it. “Please, Cal. Please, I need you.”

He cursed again and groaned. His mouth opened and slanted over mine, shoving my tongue back with his, taking over the kiss. His big hands squeezed my ass as he took a step back into the shop and kicked the door shut.

My butt landed on the counter a moment later, and Cal fisted my hair. The action was rough and possessive in a way I’d craved from him.

“What do you need from me?” he said. “What is it that you think only I can give you?”

He was reading me, like everything inside me was being projected on the walls around us, exposing everything, every part of me. My hands moved over his chest and I realized then he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His chest was bare and there was paint streaked across his skin in different places. Some of it had gotten on my torn dress. I loved it.

Whenever I looked at the ink he’d put on my skin, I felt marked by him. I’d always feel marked by him, and I loved that even more. I’d always be his, whether he wanted me or not, whether I was married to someone else or not. I. Would. Be. His.

“You,” I whispered. “Touching me. Kissing me. Inside me.” I leaned forward, pressing my face against his chest, nuzzling his hot skin, begging for his touch. I tilted my head back and held his gaze. “I need to feel you moving inside me. I need to know how that feels. I need it…”

His fingers tightened in my hair and he tilted my head back farther, the finger and thumb of his other hand gently pinching my chin so I couldn’t look away. “I’m not the man you think I am,” he choked out, eyes intense and stormy at the same time.

“I don’t care.”

“I think you might,” he said, gaze searching mine.

I didn’t care who he thought he was, what secrets he was keeping. Nothing would change the way I felt about him or how much I wanted him. I felt tears filling my eyes, panic at the realization that he might turn me away, that he would deny me what could be my only chance to be with him, the only man I’d ever truly wanted.

I blinked and a hot tear streaked down my face. “Please,” I whispered.

His growl was vicious, wild, God…tormented. A second later his mouth slammed down on mine and he lifted me off the counter, striding through the shop. Our kiss didn’t break as he took the stairs, shoved his apartment door open, and kicked it shut.

He stood me on my feet and started walking forward, backing me toward the bed. “I’ve tried to resist you, Princess, do the right thing in my own fucked-up way. I’m not strong enough to turn you away, to say no to you. Not now, not tonight.”

“I don’t want you to,” I said. The backs of my legs hit the side of the bed.

“Need you naked, Cassy. Now.”

Strong, sure hands slid to my back and tugged at the zipper.

“Want to taste every fucking bare inch of you.”

The zip gave and he tugged the dress off my shoulders. It slid to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. His hands went to my chest and he cupped me, fingers working my nipples through the thin lace fabric, making me whimper.

“Off,” he gritted out. “Get this off.”

I reached back to do as he said, but the sound of fabric tearing came before I had a chance to undo it. My bra fell to the floor with my dress then I was lifted up and Cal lowered me onto the bed. Fingers, rough-skinned and strong, cupped my breast again while his mouth dropped down, sucking one of my painfully hard nipples into his mouth. We both groaned.

His other hand had found my waist and he tugged at my panties, tearing them down my legs. The skin of his back was smooth and hot, and I slid my hands around his sides and jammed them between us, attacking the front of his jeans. As soon as I got them open, I shoved my hand down his boxers, taking his cock in my hand. God, he was so hard, so hot.

I dragged my hand up his length, gathered some moisture at the tip, and spread it over the wide head then back down to the root.

Cal groaned, and his mouth came down on mine in a kiss so hungry and carnal my toes curled and I arched into him, desperate for more, more of everything. His fingers encircled my wrist, forcing me to let go of him, and he lifted both my hands, pinning them above my head.

“I want to take this slow, play with you, work you up until you can’t take another second.” He shook his head. “But I can’t, not this time. I need inside you now, baby. I need to fuck you deep and hard, until neither of us can think straight.”

I whimpered again. “Yes.” It was all I could say, all I was capable of saying. He shifted to his side slightly, and one of his hands dropped between my spread thighs, cupping me, middle finger sliding through the center of me. My hips thrust up seeking more.

“Jesus fucking Christ. So wet, Princess.” His voice was rough, breathless, and his hands shook as he shoved his jeans and boxers down the rest of the way and tossed them aside.

He covered me again, and the thick length of his cock nestled against my slick flesh, grinding, sliding over my clit, making me gasp.

“Can’t wait to have this tight little pussy squeezing my cock. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined what it would be like…to get inside you, baby. No fucking idea.”

My face was flushed, my limbs trembling, my hunger for the man on top of me more than I knew what to do with. He yanked open the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. Lifting up a little, I watched him roll it on. God, watching him do that was a serious turn-on. He dropped back down, his heavy thighs shoving mine wider.