Page 21 of Desire Him

CHAPTER EIGHT

The warm air in her house caresses his skin and chases away the bite the cold has caused on his nose. He’s never been inside her house before, and for that, he feels shitty. She comes to his house every day to clean and cook, and he’s never once been on her doorstep. Why hasn’t he thought to drop by? Has he really been so careless and self-absorbed?

He doesn’t take a moment to take in their surroundings, however. He’s too damn busy for that. Instead, he kicks the door closed without breaking the kiss.

The kiss is more than he imagined it would be, making him that much more excited about what may come next. She knows how to kiss too. His cock strains against his pants because of it; the way her lips tease his, the way their tongues tangle.

Both of them work to unzip their coats, and once they’re off, they toss them to the floor. His hands land on her curvy hips, and he snakes them around her waist and tugs her closer. Her body is flush against his, and he loves the way her curves fit against him. Her body heat melds with his, their breaths mingle together, and their hands roam, each trying to touch as much as possible.

When he told her he’d take her home, he truly hadn’t expected anything to happen. He just wanted to make sure she didn’t slip and crack her head open. And he also wanted to figure out more about whether she meant what she said. If she had slipped, no one would have found her until morning. But the way she looked at him on her doorstep . . . how could he not taste her? How could he not touch her? Especially when she thought that he wasn’t attracted to her.

He backs her up into the wall and pins her hands above her head. His cock flexes against his zipper, and, god damn it, it wants to be released, but he plans to take his time with her. He may not remember their night together, but he’ll be damned if he forgets this one.

She must feel his erection too because she grinds against him. She moans into his mouth, and it takes everything he has to not strip her naked right then and there and shove his cock inside her.

He lets go of her hands and lifts her shirt over her head, wanting . . . no, needing to see her bare. He takes a moment to soak it all in, the shape of her, the slopes and dips and valleys and plains. It’s more than he imagined, and her breasts . . . god, her breasts. They nearly spill out of her lacy, black bra.

Chest heaving from the kiss, from the painful constraints of his pants, he steps back and takes off his shirt. He throws it to the right. It hits the door and slides to the floor. His hands find her skin again, but he’s slow about it. He traces a circle around her belly button and then over the hump of her breasts. He looks up at her and stares at the way she’s biting her bottom lip.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs.

She blushes and glances away. The blush is gorgeous. The way she can’t look at him isn’t. He doesn’t like that she’s shying away from him. She must really think so little of herself. “I’m not sure what you see, but it’s not what I see.”

He cocks his head to the side and slowly unbuttons his pants. “What do you see, baby doll?” Because he sees nothing but a goddess.

Her eyes zone in on what he’s doing, and she wets her lips when the hem of his underwear peeks through. “An overweight woman.”

He lowers his zipper, and the sound of its teeth punctuates his next words. “That’s not what I see.”

She looks back at him and twists her lips to the side for a moment. “What do you see?”

“Perfection. A woman, a real one. You’re absolutely stunning.” He slowly shimmies out of his jeans and fists his cock through his underwear. “Do you see what you do to me?”

A fire blazes in her eyes as she watches him stroke himself.

“Do you want to taste it, baby doll?” She nods as she shivers. He grins, knowing that she likes what she sees. Knowing that she is as affected by him as he is by her. “Then, on your knees.”

She flicks her gaze to him but does as he demands. The sight of her kneeling before him has him nearly cumming right then and there. He grits his teeth against it, his balls pulling tight to his body.

She reaches out and curls her finger around the elastic of his boxer briefs. She pulls them down, and his cock springs free. It’s his turn to shiver now, especially when she licks the tip, tasting his precum. Goosebumps raise over his skin, and he runs a hand through her hair.

She groans and her eyes roll up to meet his gaze. “Taste good?” he asks with a husky tone. He can’t help the growl in his voice. He’s quickly learning that, when it comes to her, all his composure is out the window.

She nods again. “Yes,” she breathes.

“Good,” he murmurs. He grips her hair a little tighter and tips her head forward slightly. Her lips line up with his tip, and he can tell by the heat in her gaze that she wants nothing more than to have his cock slide across the flat of her tongue. “Open up.”

She looks him square in the eye as she obeys. Holding his cock at the base with his free hand, he guides it to her mouth. He pushes her head toward his cock and watches as she swallows it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans. Her mouth is so hot and so wet. And his cock just disappears inside her. The tip hits the back of her throat, and he grits his teeth at the obstruction.

She pulls away and pushes her mouth back over him. He watches with rapt interest. Every move she makes has him going a bit deeper until she’s gagging around him. She doesn’t stop though. She pushes further and further until her lips hit his base. “That’s right, baby. Take it.”

Her eyes fill with tears, and drool drips down her chin, and the sight of it. . . Jesus the sight of it. If she goes any longer, he won’t be able to last. She’s so fucking beautiful swallowing his cock like a good girl. He tells her as much, and her eyes beam with the praise. She could be addicting, the way she just swallowed him like that. He’s not even inside her, and he knows she’s going to be the end of him. She’s going to drain him dry; he just knows it.

He can’t believe that he doesn’t remember anything with her. How could he forget this?

“Enough,” he growls, pushing her off his dick.