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She obediently follows me, after I lower her to the floor and open the door to the galley, leaving it wide as I step inside and turn on the lights. Crossing to the refrigerator I pull out a beer for myself and start to grab the ingredients for dinner. “Do you want a beer?” I ask her.
“No thank you,” she says quietly.
Straightening I turn to look for her and find her standing cautiously in the doorway. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” she says, stepping inside, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
“Priss, why don’t you go take a shower, I’ll lay out a shirt for you.”
For a second I think she’s going to argue, but instead she lifts a hand to her hair, smoothing down the back uncomfortably.
Sighing I close the distance between us, curling my arm around her back and pulling her into me. “Baby, if you want to you can stay wearing nothing but this robe for the rest of the night. Fuck, I’d be happier if you took it off and stayed naked all night. I think you’re fucking stunning when you’re hot and sweaty beneath me. I think you’re beautiful mussed and sleepy. My dick has been rock hard for you since the moment you opened that hotel door, because you don’t look like Carrigan right now, you look like my Priss, and that is so fucking sexy I am barely keeping my hands to myself,” I whisper against her lips, a moment before I kiss her, pressing my rock hard dick against her stomach as I hold her to me.
Her lips are soft and sweet against mine and for a moment she just lets me kiss her, before she tentatively moves against me, her hands sliding up my chest and around my neck, her tongue tangling with mine. Lifting her off the ground, I groan when her legs automatically wrap around my waist. “I want you,” I say, pausing our kiss long enough for the words to fall from my tongue.
“Yes,” she gasps, kissing me again, her fingers clinging to me.
Carrying her to the bedroom, I lose myself in the girl in my arms, the enigma that is both bad and good, soft and hard, sweet and toxic. But while I touch her, while she moans and sighs and cries out, she’s all Priss, all the girl that I don’t seem to be able to escape, the one I think I want to keep.
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“Come take a shower with me,” I whisper against her neck, her naked, damp body pressed against mine.
Without opening her eyes she shakes her head, too drunk on orgasms to move.
Laughing lightly, I untangle myself from her, tapping her ass as I climb out of bed and head for the shower, hoping she’ll join me. I turn on the water and immediately step under the stream, not waiting for it to heat up. My dick was in her five minutes ago, but I already want more and if I don’t calm down I know I’ll go back in there and lose myself between her legs again.
I’m reluctant to wash her scent from my skin, but I push past the feeling and reach for my body wash. When I step out of the bathroom a few minutes later I glance at my bed, anger instantly consuming me when I find it empty.
“Priss,” I snarl, stomping into the galley and stopping short when I spot her drinking from a glass in the kitchen, her nakedness covered by my shirt.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, her eyes still soft, wide and innocent.
Relief bursts from me. She’s still here and she’s still Priss, the cold Carrigan mask nowhere in sight. “Nothing, come here,” I order, my voice gruff.
Padding on bare feet she closes the distance between us, pausing a step away from me. “All the way here,” I say, crooking a finger and beckoning her forward, a smile spreading across my lips.
Swallowing she sways on her feet. “Carson,” she says, an argument obvious on her tongue.
“Priss, I’ve got no idea what we’re doing, why I can’t leave you alone, but I can’t and I don’t want to. So come here and kiss me, because I think you want me just as much as I want you. Maybe we don’t need to understand it, and we can just enjoy it instead.”
Her white teeth emerge and she worries her bottom lip. For a moment I think she’s going to run, but instead she takes the step and wraps herself around me.
A knock at the window startles us both and she tries to pull away as I hold her close. Looking up I smile at the familiar face. “Hey, come on in,” I say.
Loosening my hold on Priss, she turns to look at our guest and I watch as his face pales.
“Tally,” Fitzy gasps.
“No,” I cry as I feel Priss go rigid in my arms. “No, Fitzy, this is Carrigan.”
