Page 136 of Right Man, Right Time
“Uh . . . hey,” I say. “Get your, uh, workout in?”
“I did. And I took a shower but then thought, you know, I would love some sauna time.”
“Well, if you want to be alone, I can leave.”
She shakes her head. “No, you’re exactly who I want in here.” And then, she lets her towel loose, and it falls to her feet.
Hell . . .
Looks like oye, my dick didn’t scare her at all.
My mouth goes dry from the sight of her—naked, gorgeous, and so fucking perfect in every goddamn way. I’m useless. Completely and utterly useless as she walks up to me, leans forward, and presses a light kiss to my lips.
“Mmm, I missed these lips,” she says as her hand touches my thigh. “And I missed the way you smell.” She draws her hand inward. “And I missed the way it feels when you possess me with your voice.” Her hand strokes along my bulge.
“Ollie,” I groan.
“Tell me you don’t like that,” she says as she palms me.
Involuntarily, my legs slightly part.
“Making more room for me?” she asks as her thumb glides over my stiffening cock.
“Ollie . . . I . . .” Fuck, I can’t think when she’s stroking me over the towel like that.
“You what?” she asks as she rests one knee on the bench and brings her breasts up to my mouth. My lips part, and she gently places one of her nipples right on my lower lip.
I suck her in.
“Silas,” she moans. “I love your mouth.” She lifts up and brings her other leg to the bench, where she straddles my lap.
Immediately, my hands fall to her hips, where I keep her firmly in place.
“Tell me you love my tits.”
I nibble on her nipple for one second only to remind myself not to give in. But . . . fuck, they’re so perfect. “I love them,” I admit.
“Good,” she says as her hands fall to my shoulders, and she starts to lightly rock her hips over my lap.
Too good. Feels too fucking good.
My head falls back as I ask, “What are you doing?” It’s a stupid question because I know exactly what she’s doing.
“I’m not messing around anymore,” she says as her hands climb up my pecs, her nails digging into my skin. “I’m voiding the contract. I don’t want you as pretend anymore.” She brings her hand to the back of my head and rubs her nipple along my lips. I part them and suck in the hard nub again. “I want you for real, as mine. I’m claiming you.”
Claiming me.
It triggers this overwhelming need within me to be claimed. Something I desperately want. Something I realize suddenly...Sarah never did.
My hands float up her sides until I reach both of her breasts. I palm them and squeeze, causing her to hiss. “I’m not mentally ready for you,” I say, speaking the fucking truth. I might want her, I might want to be claimed by her, but I don’t think I can give her everything she needs.
“Let me help you be ready, Silas.”
“I’m fucked up, Ollie.” I bring her other breast into my mouth as her hips pick up their pace. Faster, harder. I exhale sharply as her pelvis teases me.
Taunts me.
Pushes me to want more even though my brain tells me to stop.
