Chapter Sixteen
Anthony
Damn. I didn’t expect that to be so easy.
Not that I planned on making a mess of myself, but leaving the door open was definitely intentional. A stroke of genius—that is, if the fact that she’s in my arms and we’re falling onto the bed together is any indication.
I can’t keep my hands off her. Her body feels amazing on mine, and she’s so much more than the soft, mousey girl I thought she was. She writhes on me, the movement pushing her dress up her legs, and I nip at her bottom lip. She moans, her fingers curling in my hair as if she needs to hold me in place.
It’s not until I run a hand up her smooth, soft thigh that I realize how much I’ve been wanting to touch her like this, ever since that night in the bar. I wanted to see if her ass felt as good as it looked, and it does, firm and ripe, dying for me to squeeze it and hear the way she moans into my mouth as our tongues thrash together.
Fuck.
Her long nails dig into my shoulders, and she moans again, a desperate noise that seems to go straight to my core and makes my dick surge to life. There’s so much need in her, I almost don’t know where to start. She’s like a bomb just waiting to go off.
And I’ll be damned if I let anyone else get to take advantage of that. Tonight, she’s mine.
“Anthony!” she gasps when I break the kiss.
My mouth wants more of her. I need to see if she tastes as good as she feels. I trail kisses down her throat, feel the way her pulse throbs just under the skin. I lick that spot, then bite it hard enough to make her squeal. I like that sound, so I do it again, then suck the skin into my mouth until the blood rises to the surface. I mark her as mine even though I don’t want to acknowledge what that might mean.
I move further down, hooking my fingers in the straps of her dress and pulling it down. She sucks in a breath when her lacy white bra is revealed and I glance up at her. She digs her nails in again. I’ll be marked up to hell and back, but I’ve never cared less. I want her to mark me. I want to know how good I make her feel. Just like I want to be able to look at her neck tomorrow, even if she covers it, and know that she remembered when she saw it.
She wraps one of her long legs around my thigh and pulls me closer until my leg is between hers. I hike up her dress until it’s around her waist and she undulates, back arching and hips pushing up against me. I press my thigh against her mound, my cock straining in my pants when I realize she’s practically humping my leg. A steady stream of cries come from her mouth as I mouth her breast through her bra. Her nipples are hard, and I take one between my teeth, the fine lace allowing me enough purchase to tug on it until she swears.
I’ve never been with a woman so responsive.
I need more.
I roll onto my side and take her with me, giving me access to the zipper along her back. She gasps when she feels my hand against her bare back, and then does it again when I flick open her bra clasp. One-handed, thank you very much. Now I can see that her pretty pink nipples are even more delicious than I imagined, and I immediately latch onto one of them. I suck hard on the sensitive flesh, alternating pressure and teeth as I gauge what she likes best.
“Yes…please, Anthony…oh, God…!” Her head rolls back and forth, eyes closed, mouth open as she gasps and cries out again and again. Her body trembles, and I wonder if she’s actually coming.
I can’t wait to hear the noise she makes when I finally sink inside her.
I work her dress down over her hips, then down her legs, pushing up onto my knees so I can pull the garment off. There’s an obvious wet spot on her panties, and my cock twitches. When I run a fingertip over the delicate silk, she bucks and throws her head back like it’s the first time anyone’s touched her like that. Fuck. I need to get to the center of her heat, the wet slickness I know is waiting for me.
I pull aside the crotch of her panties and mutter a curse under my breath. She’s pink and glistening, with only the thinnest bit of hair. As much as I want to be inside her, I need to taste her first.
I cup her ass and pull her up to my mouth so that she’s balanced on her shoulders and the top of her back. Her eyes lock with mine as I put my mouth on her. I lick with short, quick strokes, focusing on her clit until she begins to whimper, her hands pushing at my head. Only then do I give her a respite.
But not for long, because I’m sliding a finger inside her. She is so fucking tight and hot that I know it’s going to be a fight for me to keep from coming the moment I’m inside her.
I use my finger and thumb together, working all those sensitive places. She’s almost screaming now, riding my fingers as I stroke her clit and drive her closer and closer. I think she comes, but I can’t be sure since she’s raking her nails down my back and over my ass, bucking and writhing and breathless.
And so gorgeous.
I stop just long enough to pull off my pants, then settle back between her legs again in only my shorts. She groans when she feels my hard, hot length driving against her pussy as I run my tongue all over her skin.
“I need you,” I groan, driving my hips against her. I just need to find a condom…
Suddenly, everything changes. Just like that. She goes stiff against me, and not because she’s having another orgasm. It all stops like I flipped a switch or something.
“No.” She pushes me away, palms against my chest. “No, I can’t.”
“What?” For a second, I’m sure she must be joking, but then she pushes again, harder this time, and I automatically sit up. I can be a bastard sometimes, but I’ve never and will never force a woman.
She scrambles to her feet, fixing her bra before pulling her dress on with shaking hands. Her face is white, except for two spots of color high on her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry.” She won’t look at me.
I just want her to look at me. I’ve never seen a woman behave like this before, and the fact that it’s this particular woman bothers me more than I’d have thought possible.
“Jane, what the hell happened? Did I do something? Did I hurt you?” That’s the last thing I want. I’ve never cared so much about whether a girl is happy or sad or hurt or whatever. Not that I’m a total ass, but I’ve never been the guy who cuddles and asks if it was good for her. This girl? She’s done something to me.
I follow her down the hall, not caring that my dick is still standing straight out in front of me and I look completely ridiculous. “Just wait, okay? We can talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I have to go.” The next thing I know, she’s out the door and on the elevator. I’m not one to beg or to follow a woman out of my apartment in just a pair of boxer briefs. Especially since that could possibly cause an arrest for public indecency. I have no choice but to let her go.
What the hell did I do wrong?