Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (28 page)

Toying with her heart? Is that what she thinks this is? I’m toying
with her tongue, that part is true, but I’m not playing around here. I want her
to be mine.

I smirk, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve already pinned
her to the car. She needs to listen to me. Right. Now.

“I am
not
toying with you.”

She tries to pull my legs from underneath me, but I’m quicker, and
capture her leg between mine. If she wants to play it rough, she’ll get rough.

“Unless that’s what you want … I can play with you all night if you
ask me to. And I
will
take that offer.” The things I could do to her
body … Hmmm … Lick her skin, cup her tits and suck on them, and then all the
way down to her folds where I’ll make her scream. If she only knew I wasn’t
kidding.

“What do you want from me?” she says, but it sounds more like a beg.

“I’m not playing with you. I just like to see you blush. Lucky me, I
get to see it often.” A devious grin spreads on my lips as I’m reminded of all
those times she flushed for me. I’d love to make her flush every freaking day.

“Why?”

I cock my head and laugh, my voice strained with sexual frustration.
“Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

For a moment she just gazes at me, questions lying on the tip of her
tongue. “What about Scarlet then? She kissed you.”

Not again …

“Who cares? I don’t. She was just clinging to me. Doesn’t mean it
matters. At least, not to me.”

“But―”

“I. Don’t. Want. Her.” I look her straight in the eye, trying to get
through to her. I don’t have eyes for any girl but her. She should know that.
“I want you,” I say.

My forehead leans against hers as I gaze into her deep blue eyes
that are full of longing. I want her to believe me, to trust in me, to feel
that I need her. I didn’t want her to get hurt because of me, but I can’t stay
away any longer. I need her more than anything. She is my drug and I’m giving
in to my addiction.

I lick and bite my lip in anticipation, waiting for her to let me
in. I can’t stop wanting her, but if she really doesn’t want me the same way I
do then I’ll have no choice but to stop. “Tell me what you want. What you
really need. Do you want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop hunting for
you?” I whisper.

I’m pleading in my head for her to say ‘no.’ I look her in the eye,
telling her without words that this is what I desire the most. She takes in a
deep breath and opens her mouth.

When she says, “Kiss me. I want you to kiss me,” I’m done for.

I press my lips on top of hers like before, taking it slow and easy
this time. It felt like I was dying of thirst, but now, after knowing she’s
okay with it, I’m much calmer. I take her lips in slow, lavish licks, kissing
her with every ounce of my love.

She shivers in my arms as I hold onto her tight, pulling her closer
to me. She kisses me back tenderly, her lips as caring and soft as she is. Her
hot mouth is driving me insane. She’s the only one who can do this to me.

She’s turning to mush in my arms, and I love how it feels, so
powerful, so intense. My instincts take over as I grab her hands and pin them
above her head. I alternate my kisses with nibbles, arousing her so much she
moans out loud. My cock responds with enthusiasm, poking against the fabric of
my pants, eager to take her.

Before I know it, my hands are slipping down her body, along her
waist, and to her thighs, my fingers desperate to squeeze that tight ass of
hers. Her arms find their way to my chest, and I love how she feels me up,
desperate to get a hold of me. She twines her arms around my neck, giving me
full access to her skin. I kiss my way to her neck, finally able to press my
lips on that one spot I know winds girls up. She starts panting, and then I
know I’ve hit the sweet spot.

I’ve waited so long for this that it takes every fiber of my being
not to pick her up and bang her against the car right now. She’s a virgin, and
I don’t want to make her do things she’s not ready for. She’s never been
fucked, and that’s all I ever do. I don’t make love. I bang girls, take them in
whatever position I like. I’m not so sure she’s even been kissed like this
before.

But shit, this is fucking hot.

I pull back for a second, breathing out my horniness. “God, that
dress,” I groan. “Why’d you have to put that on?”

“Couldn’t come to the party in a pair of sweatpants,” she mutters.

She giggles when I leave little pecks on her collarbone, peeking
down into her dress. I can already see the swell of her tits, primed and ready
for me to cup and lick the crown. “Hmmm …” I rest my head on her shoulder,
nibbling on her earlobe. “You look so damn hot … You don’t wanna know what goes
on in my mind when you’re all dressed up like this. It’s too dirty to handle,”
I whisper.

I can feel the goose bumps forming on her body as my hands slide
down her arm. “Although I wouldn’t mind the sweatpants either. Easier to take
off.”

Although nothing beats her sex appeal in this black dress. Damn.

I suckle on her earlobe and move back to her lips again, leaving
hickeys all over her neck. My hand shifts to her ass and I squeeze tight,
feeling her perky flesh in my fingers. She gasps. Hot fucking Jesus. Now I
really want to come inside her.

Our lips are locked, our eyes closed, and my mind is whirring with
thoughts about stripping her bare. When she grasps my hair and tugs me closer my
cock thumps in my pants. My fingers slide down her leg and move up her dress,
slowly getting closer to her most sensitive spot. God, I wonder if she’s ever
been touched there. I’d like to be the first.

I’m fucking her with my mouth, my tongue going crazy as I press my
cock against her thigh. Sweet Jesus. We’re not even naked yet and I already
feel like I want to make her scream my name.

Her fingers slip down my chest, exploring the parts of my body that
make me hard. It’s hard to stop myself from taking her right now, but I
shouldn’t. She isn’t ready for me. She’s a virgin, control yourself, Hunter.
You don’t want to hurt her.

I pull my lips from hers, unwrapping myself from her arms. She looks
confused, befuddled, and her hair is all messy. Wild. I like it.

And then I hear something behind us.

She tries to lock her mouth with mine again, but I place a finger in
between us. “Wait,” I say.

I glance to the right and see a car driving past, turning into the
road we’re on. Shit. The mechanic. Of course he’s here, I called him. But shit,
I wasn’t expecting him to get here this fast.

“Why are we stopping?” she says, her lips raw and swollen.

“They’re here,” I say.

“Who?” She blinks a couple of times, still totally fazed from my
kisses.

I step away from her, knowing that I’ll have to talk to a guy in the
next few minutes and I need to get my cock to go down first.

The guy gets out of his car. “You were the ones who called, right?”

I clear my throat and bury my hands in my pockets, trying to make
them look bigger so he doesn’t see my hard-on. “Yeah, thanks for coming.”

Guess Leafy and I will have to continue this some other time.

Chapter
23

Pleasuring Her

I’ve been trying not to look at her the entire trip to the dorm. She’s
so fucking hot, I swear, I’m going to tear off her clothes soon. I just want to
lick all the rain off her skin. She’s so wet, literally … and maybe in more
places than one. I can’t wait to find out, but I have to control myself. I
can’t jump on her too soon; I have to take it slow and careful. I don’t want to
scare her away, and she’s never done it before. I’m probably too much for her.

Besides, I want her to want me for me, not for my body. I want her
to need me, not sexually, but emotionally, too. I’m afraid that if we go too
fast, she might get overwhelmed by all the sex and forget why she fell for me
in the first place. I want someone like her to stay, and I’m not sure she will.
Could someone like her love someone like me? Someone who betrays his own morals
and values for the sake of his family, even if they did a horrible thing?

I’m afraid of the answer. I’ve only ever heard no. There were many
girls in my life, but none of them chose to stay. They were all in it for the
thrill, a night of hot sex, but not for a long-term thing. I’m looking for more.
I’ve always wanted more, and I don’t want to screw this up. I want Leafy to be
more, to be that girl to me, but I’m not sure she wants to be.

We go into our dorm and I’m already having trouble not bumping into
her. I find myself trying to grasp her fingers to take her hand, but then
correct myself before I touch her. I know I won’t be able to hold myself back
once I get my hands on her. Nope, it’s better if we just go to bed. Kissing her
gives me enough of a mental picture to jerk off tonight.

As I walk into my room, she says, “Wait.”

I stop in my tracks and sigh. Her commands make me weak, because she
says them as if she’s begging me not to go. She doesn’t know what she’s getting
herself into.

I want to touch her so badly, but the closer we get, the more I
remember why I was trying to stay away from her. Being with her could screw
things up even more. How do I explain that to her?

Just looking at her makes my heart go crazy.

Fuck!

I just totally screwed up. Why’d I have to kiss her? I can’t control
myself anymore. Now that I’ve got a taste of her I want more, so much more, but
I want my brother back too, and she’ll distract me from my cause. I can’t have
that.

“Let’s just go to bed. It’s late,” I grumble.

“Don’t you want to …?”

I turn around, getting more frustrated by the second, and stare at
her. I’m fighting the urge to fuck her right now, and it’s goddamn hard. She
should just turn around and go to bed.

“I can’t,” I say.

“Why not?” She furrows her brows.

I close my eyes. “Let’s just leave it at that kiss.” She probably
won’t agree with that. Now that she knows how much I want her, there’s no
holding back on her side. I’m like a candy store, and she can’t stop wanting to
taste the different flavors. She’s already much more into this than I imagined,
and I don’t want to turn her into something she’s not.

“I want more,” she says, but it sounds more like a beg.

My eyes touch the ground and sweep over her body in one go. She
looks appetizing in her skimpy, soaked dress with those killer heels. And now
she’s even asking me for more. It’s what I’ve wanted most ever since I first
saw her, but that’s selfish. Is it really a good idea? I don’t want to break
her.

Christ, how can I keep this up? I’m even clutching the door, for
fuck’s sake. “You say that now, but you have no idea what you really want.”

“Don’t decide that for me. I know what I want,” she retorts.

“We should stop this now, while we still can.” I make the decision
to just leave. I turn around, groan, and make my way to my bed.

“What?” she spits. “I swear, if you just kissed me as a joke,
I’ll―”

“It wasn’t. I kissed you because I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

It’s quiet for a second, and then I hear her feet on my floor.
“What?” she says.

I fall onto the bed and bury my head between my hands, grunting. Hormones
rage through my body, and it’s hard to keep this up.

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you want to kiss me again if you liked
it?” she asks.

“I did, but we can’t. I can’t give you what you need.” I’m wrong for
her. I want her more than anything, but I know I’m not good for her. How can I
choose what’s right?

She closes the door behind her, the sound deafening.

“You deserve a good guy. I’m not one of those. Nothing’s going to
change that,” I say. I’m making it clear that I’m not going to change. My
brother is still important to me, even if I want her to be mine. I don’t want
this to come between me and my goal. But fuck, it’s hard.

“I don’t want a good guy. I want you,” she says softly.

Shit, she’s really tearing me to pieces here. I raise my head and
look at her. She’s so fucking pretty, and she’s right here, offering herself to
me. The good girl, offering herself to the beast.

“Don’t you see? I’m fucking bad for you. You don’t know what the
fuck you’re getting yourself into.”

“I do. Don’t treat me like a helpless, pathetic kid. I can make my
own decisions,” she says.

She’s not a helpless kid. She shouldn’t talk about herself like
that.

I get up from the bed and tower above her. She’s so fragile and I
could hurt her, not just physically. I don’t want to do that to her. I like to
see her whole, to see her remain who she is. I don’t want to see her change
because of me. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m dangerous. Yet you stand here,
wanting more.”