Page 71 of Beneath the Quiet

She widens her eyes. “What?”

I grin, glad I’ve thrown her. “Tell me what you dream of me. I’m curious.”

I pinch her arse and lift her. She wraps her legs around me and with urgency thrumming through my blood, I carry her farther inside the dark stable, to the corner farthest from the door. Once we’re safely tucked away, I sit down on a bale of hay. Maeve pushes up on her knees, but I won’t have it and I pull her closer until she’s flush to my chest.

“Come on, now. Sit down and feel what you do to me. Don’t be shy.”

Her breaths fall harder now, louder, and fiery lust courses through me. I mould her buttocks, edging her closer until her legs are spread wide, her core right where I want her.

She searches my face, our rapid breaths the only sounds apart from the rain outside banging loudly on the roof. She does as I ask, settling on top of me, and I hiss at the friction against my hard-on. She grinds on my cock, slowly at first, then she bores down and changes the pace.

“I…the dreams are always different.”

I inspect her face, enjoying the direct stare she aims back at me, but I want to see more of her. The urge to hear about those dreams is strong. I keep her gaze locked with mine, even when I move closer to her breasts barely hidden in that sorry excuse for a tracksuit. I lick my lips and glide my hands up, palming her breasts and rubbing her peaked nipples for a sweet, agonising moment before finding her face again. I cup her cheeks and gently pull her face down to me.

“I won’t ask a third time, Mae.”

I circle our noses, teasing us both by not kissing her. To tell the truth, I’m scared of what’ll happen once I take her mouth. I doubt I’ll be able to keep myself from having her the way I want to if I taste her. That I’ll break and just take her. The stables aren’t where I want to have her the first time, but there’s so much else we can do instead.

At this moment, all I want is for her to lose that cool of hers that she wears like armour.

“I dream of you coming into my room,” she whispers. The words skate across my skin, burning me. “Sometimes, I’m naked, but you’re still wearing all your clothes, and you tell me what you want me to do.”

A wave of lust settles in my lap. I lean away and roam her spine and back, pressing her even closer. I swear, my heart skips a beat from the sheer honesty shining in her eyes.

“Is that what you like? To be told what to do?”

I wait with bated breath for her answer.

Anything she needs, I’ll give to her.

Whatever fantasy she has, I’ll be the one to fulfil it.

She bores down and rocks once. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

I file away the information for later and lift my hips. I press a kiss to the hollow of her throat, and the soft vibration of her breath against my lips is all the encouragement I need to keep going. I nibble on her skin, sucking it gently between my lips, tasting her.

“Mmm. Sweet. What do I tell you to do?”

She claps a hand over her eyes and hides from me. I lean forward to press open-mouthed kisses across her chest and collarbone. Her skin tastes of coconut and berries…it intoxicates me.

“Don’t hide,” I croon. “I’m dying to know. Can’t you feel it?” I push up to rub against her core, rocking against her. My cock weeps with pre-cum, and it fuels the fire in my blood. “Feel how hard you make me? Fuck, you’ve got me leaking already. You must feel it.”

“Yes,” she whispers, now swaying against me. “I feel it.”

I put my hands back on her arse and stretch her buttocks as much as the stretchy material will let me.

“Are you wet for me? Talk to me.”

I want to touch her, to feel her slick heat, but right now, I need to know she’s here. With me. Giving in to me.

“Yes. I want your mouth on me…inside me…” I watch her swallow, and the seconds tick by. “I can’t remember…Colin didn’t…”

I still, my hands flexing on her hips. “He didn’t lick your pussy? Never?”

She opens her fingers and peeks through them. “He said he didn’t enjoy it, so we never did it.”

I growl. “What a fucking prick.” I move her hips again, faster, and look into her eyes. “I’d love to taste you, but we don’t have time.”