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“Fine.” She shrugs. “If you don’t care, maybe Kaleb can help me in the bath after all.”
I push off the doorjamb before she’s even finished her words. My body looms over hers, my knees caging her legs in, careful not to touch her foot. Grabbing hold of her wrists in each of my hands, I use my large frame to coax her flat on the bed. I pin her roughly; I don’t want to pull her shoulder again, so I keep her arms low. The sight of her trapped beneath me will be one to play over and over when taking myself in hand.
“Don’t ever say those words again unless you want me to fuck your ass raw,” I threaten. My chest heaves as I grapple with my last ounce of control.
“I was beginning to think you didn’t like me like that, like this,” Lara whispers, a smile playing on the edges of her lips, and for a second, I let myself hope.
She’s interested, but her body gives away her fear. Her short, harsh breaths are not from arousal, at least not entirely. Her eyes are wide and scared.
“Kaleb will not see you naked,” I warn.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not his.”
My gaze drops, watching the way she licks her lips, her teeth tugging on the corner of her bottom lip as she debates her next words.
“I’m not yours either.”
Lowering my head, I run my nose along hers. The touch sizzles my skin, electric and hot.
“Am I?” she asks, sounding almost hopeful. For the hundredth time since I first saw her, I wish I was different and could be what she needs.
“No, princess, you’re not.”
Breathing her in, I run my nose down the nape of her neck. She smells like lavender and something else, something that I just can’t put my finger on. It fills my chest, catching my breath in the same way that stepping out into the crisp night air does. Winter . . . she smells like winter.
I drag her into my lungs more, gulping in air as if it’ll somehow mold us together and make her a permanent part of myself. Nudging away the edge of her robe until I get to what I want, I wet her skin with my tongue.
“If you were, you wouldn’t need to ask. You’d know.” My words caress the cotton of her thin cream tank top. Her nipples, already beaded, grow harder. “You will allow my mother to help you in the tub, you will soak until you’re nice and toasty, and then I’m going to tuck my princess into bed.”
“No, I . . .”
Her words are cut off when I wrap my teeth around her left nipple, biting down on the hard bud.
A yelp echoes around the room before it transforms into a moan, my bite having changed to gentle sucking, my tongue soothing back and forth.
Lara arches her back, her chest following me as I pull away.
“You were saying?”
Lara lies trapped beneath me, panting for a few seconds before answering, “I can’t. I don’t even know your mom.”
Wrong answer.
Lowering myself to her chest, I go for her left nipple again. This time, my bite is longer, harsher.
A breath chokes out of Lara.
“Please,” she breathes.
I nip at the hardened bud, and her startled cry fuels me. I watch as her mouth falls open with another plea, but no sound comes out. One more nip gets me what I want.
“Okay, okay,” she pants desperately below me.
I raise my eyes but move my mouth to the underside of her breast and suck harder.
“I’ll be good,” she promises.
