Page 57 of Legacy

“I’ve got you,” I whispered. Then I tugged down the lace of her bra, exposing her pretty pink nipples, all hard and tight. “Exactly how I want it.”

I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, knowing I was going to hell.

This was so damn wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I had wanted her since the morning after the woods when I’d crushed my mouth to hers that one time and told myself it would be the one and only.

But it couldn’t be.

And when her hips began to rock more, and a little distressed sound slid from her mouth, I frowned.

“What is it, little flower?” I whispered.

“I can’t, I can’t.” Her cheeks blushed, and I grinned like a wolf sensing his prey.

“You want to come, and you can’t like this?” I asked.

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” I took her by her hips and lifted her up so she sat on the edge of the counter.

“Oh.”

“Well, what do you think now?” I asked as I ran my finger over the seam of her jeans.

Her eyes widened. “What are you planning?”

“What I’m planning is a one-and-only. Do you get that?” I asked, needing to make this clear.

“Sort of like a welcome-home present?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“Maybe. We can’t do this again, Felicity. You know that. You know this is wrong.”

“I know you think it’s wrong. But okay. If that’s what you say.”

I wasn’t quite sure I believed her, but I couldn’t do anything except lean down and take her lips. I undid the button of her jeans, and as she lifted her ass so I could wiggle them down, I groaned at her white lace panties.

“Are you serious right now? White lace?”

“I’m not a virgin if that helps,” she said quickly as I tossed her shoes and pants to the side.

I froze, glaring.

“You’ve let someone else touch you?” I asked, the possessiveness shocking me.

“Seriously? You can get all caveman and growly when you’re touching me, but you don’t own me.”

“Right now, I own this pussy,” I said as I slid my thumb over her heat.

Her mouth parted.

“You get me? At this moment, I own this.” I cupped her, demanding. “I don’t care who you’ve had in you before. I don’t care whatever cock has pressed itself into you like he owned you. He didn’t. I do. At this moment, I own you. Once we stop, you’re your own person. I don’t ever want to be the person who possesses you and thinks he can tell you what to do. But with you in my arms? I’m everything. And you’re mine. This pussy is mine. Get me?”

She nodded. “I think I can deal with that. But can I call your dick mine?”

My lips twitched, and I shook my head. “No, little flower. I don’t think so.” I tugged her panties to the side, exposing her bare pussy, and I groaned.

“Oh damn, Felicity.”

“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”