“Thanks for making my point, asshole!”
She tries to shake me off her, but I hold her wrist more tightly and swing her around so that she’s facing me dead on. But that doesn’t stop her; she kicks her leg out and catches me on the shin.
“Stop fighting, would you? I’m trying to talk to you!”
“I really don’t want to talk to you, except to say, ‘fuck you, Matthias’. I can’t believe that even you would act like this? Have you no fucking heart?”
In her flailing, I manage to grab her other hand and anchor it against me.
“Clarissa! Stop! I was in the shower jacking off over you, for fuck’s sake! You interrupted me just as I was about to come while I was fantasizing about you sucking my cock!”
She instantly freezes, her eyes blinking. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. God, you have been driving me crazy since the day we ran into each other again at Leanne’s place. I don’t have any time to be thinking about anyone else. Just you…” “Matthias…” she whispers.
It hurts that she would think this, but I can’t blame her. I left and have barely said a word to her in three days. “So, no, I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. I had to leave because all I wanted was to ravage you. But leaving didn’t do any good, it was no use, Clarissa. Damn… what have you done to me?”
And the dam wall breaks, and there’s no holding back anymore.
I yank on her arms and crash her against me, my face burying in her neck, breathing her in.
Fuck.
I’m drunk on one breath.
“Matthias,” my name comes out choked.
I curl one hand around the back of her neck and pull her against my mouth. She returns the kiss, crushing her lips against mine just as desperately.
My itch for her only grows.
I can think of nothing except how I never want this to end.
“God, Clarissa…” I moan against her mouth, her hair falling out of its bun and cascading over my hand, silken strands binding me to her.
“Oh, excuse me!”
The voice throws a bucket of cold water over us, and I look up to see Marika standing in her nightgown in the kitchen with us.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Baxter, I heard a sound, and I just thought I should check it out. Let me go grab the mop.”
I hold up a hand to stop. “No, it’s absolutely fine, Marika. I’m sorry we woke you. Go back to bed.
I’ll take care of it. It was just an accident.”
She gives us a lingering look, making sure Clarissa is okay. It’s a kind gesture that I will always remember. As soon as her back is turned, Clarissa tugs her hand out of mine and runs away, covering a sob with a hand over her mouth.
I’m left standing in my kitchen in the middle of the night, my cock so hard it’s making me weep. I touch my hand to my bruised lips. This mouth that has taunted her, telling her I hate her, just begged her for more.
Go.
Matthias, go, for fuck’s sake, what are you waiting for?
The image of her eyes thawing in that moment when I confessed what had really happened that other night, etches itself into my mind like a firebrand. And I know what I have to do.
Fuck it to hell.
I storm after her, running up the stairs, thinking about what I’ll say when I see her.
She’s at her bedroom door when I get there, stopping, her fingers touching her bruised lips just as I had seconds ago.
“Clarissa. My sweet little hellion.” I whisper. “Don’t torture me. Please. I can’t take any more.” She holds her hand out to me and steps backward into the room, urging me to follow.
I’m almost scared to touch her, scared she’ll catch fire on the fuel of my fantasies about her for the last ten days.
Our fingers grasp for each other’s and I inch my hand higher and higher, until my fist is wrapped around her bicep even before I fully enter the room. I kick the door shut behind us and spin her around and press her against it.
In the fading moonlight, her mouth glistens as she runs her tongue along her bottom lip.
“God, Clarissa.” I pull her toward me, nestling her against every inch of my body as I kiss her again.
Knowing that this time, I’m never going to stop.
Her bottom lip shakes, and I bite down on it, marking it.
“Do you have any fucking idea how much you drive me crazy?” I moan into her neck, “Like I’m burning alive from the inside out.”
“What are we doing?” she mutters, tilting her head so I press deeply against her skin.
“Shhh, don’t think,” I answer, as I take her hand and lead her over to the couch in her room. Sinking into it, I tug on the belt of her robe. It falls apart and the sides of her robe fall apart.
I hold my breath as the light falls on her.
She’s wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton panties.
I’m going to die.
Something about the simplicity of the black panties against her porcelain skin makes her look even more unearthly. “You are a fucking goddess. What’s a goddess from hell called?”
“I don’t know,” she murmurs, her hands coming up to pull the sides of her robe back together.
“Drop your hands, little hellion. Don’t you dare cover yourself from me.” She drops her hands down her side, her chest heaving.
I’m so fucking hard, my cock feels like it might just shatter into pieces.
“Take your robe off for me, darling.”
She hesitates for a moment, biting down on her bottom lip as if she’s trying to hold back her nervousness.
“Let me see you. Let me see the body I’m going to be worshipping.”
Something in my words emboldens her and she shimmies out of the robe. It falls in a perfect shimmering pool at her feet.
“Come here.” I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it as I pull her to straddle over my lap.
My hardness presses up against her heat, still covered by her cotton panties. She lowers her head and, for the first time, she kisses me first. My hips come up to grind against her, she meets it by pushing down on me with a moan.
Am I seriously dry humping my brother’s ex-fiancee right now?
Yes.
And if this is all I ever get with her, I’ll cherish it for the rest of my days.
But it’s not enough.
Something tells me it will ever be enough.
I grab her and pull her down onto the couch, my mouth still locked on her.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Clarissa. God, so fucking bad. But I first… I want to watch you come on my face. I want to hear you call out my name. Are you ready?”