Page 20 of Branded By Bishop

"You can't fire someone who isn't taking your money, baby." His lips twitch before he sobers again. "If you're good, I'll head out. I doubt he'll be back, but I'll stick around the neighborhood for a bit, just in case. You should keep your door locked."

"I'm good."

He jerks his chin in a nod, turning toward the steps.

"Don't go."

He freezes.

"Please," I whisper. "I…I don't want you to go."

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't move either.

"I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know what I want from you, not really," I say, my mouth bone dry. "I've never done anything like this. I just know that kissing you feels like the best thing that's ever happened to me. And watching you drive away the other day feels like the worst. And maybe it's not fair of me to ask you for anything when you've spent your whole life dealing with your mom choosing her career over you and your dad, but I—"

He moves all at once, like lightning shattering apart the sky. Only, it isn't the sky he breaks. It's me. The second he moves, he breaks me with his hands on my body and his lips on mine.

I fall into him with a whimper, my hands twisting up in the flannel of his shirt. His body heat sears me all the way to my damn soul as he presses against me, flattening me against the side of the house.

He doesn't kiss me like he did on Tuesday. He kisses me like he did the first time, like he's so damn desperate he's ready to crack. It's wild. Perfect. He nips at my lips, then his tongue tangles with mine, stroking. The growl rumbling in his chest shakes a greedy sound loose from somewhere deep inside me.

"You gotta stop me, songbird," he rasps, his rough palms already gliding up my thighs to boost me up into his arms. My legs splay around his hips, spread so damn wide just to fit him between them. But God, he fits so perfectly.

I throw my head back, moaning softly when the hard ridge of his erection nestles against my clit, right where I need it. I grasp his shoulders, trying to keep him right there, trying to feel as much of him as I can.

"Stop me, Callie," he growls, his lips on my throat. He sucks and bites, the stubble on his jaw gently abrading my skin. "Christ, baby. Stop me."

"No."

He growls again, a desperate, broken sound. One hand clamps down on my inner thigh, his fingers trembling like he's trying to physically force himself to keep it there instead of moving it higher, instead of taking what he wants.

But I don't want him to keep it there. I don't want him to be a gentleman or hold back or stop or do any of the noble shit he's convinced himself he needs to do. I want the version of him that's shaking right now. The one that woke up pissed because I wasn't in his bed after he kissed me the other day. The one that wants me just as badly as I want him.

I lean forward, pressing my lips to the side of his throat. For just a second, I let myself breathe him in. He smells so damn good, like grass, sunshine, sweat, and some spicy cologne I don't have a name for, one that smells like him.

I bite him. Hard.

He doesn't growl. He roars, his hips bucking into mine, his hand on my hip clamping down hard enough to bruise. I love the weight of it there, the feel of him holding me like he knows I can handle him.

The hand on my thigh finally moves, sliding up toward the hem of my sleep shorts. He pulls back, just enough so his wild eyes meet mine. They're so dark, so beautiful.

"You bit me," he rasps.

"Yes."

"You're going to do it again when I'm inside you."

Oh, God.

"I want those teeth in my fucking skin when you're coming on my cock, songbird."

Oh, God.

He flicks my shorts aside, his fingers playing with the band of my panties. His eyes stay locked with mine. "But you're going to come on my fingers like a good girl first."

Oh…

"Bishop!" I whimper, my nails digging into his brawny shoulders as soon as he flicks my panties aside. It's like he doesn't care that we're on my front porch or that the neighbors might look out and see us. He's nothing but single-minded focus as his thumb runs up my slit, his tongue caught between his teeth.