Chapter Eleven

Addie

Watching him stalk off, I wonder what the hell I did wrong.

I run to the bathroom and scrub my face clean. Only when no trace of the makeup remains do I dry my skin and head out of the bathroom in search of Cliff. I look for him, ready to do battle or damage control. In the kitchen, the scent of food assaults me and my stomach begins to growl.

I see him out on the balcony, pacing like something’s bothering him. He comes in, and I cut off his exits.

“What did I do wrong?” I ask, desperate for answers. But he doesn’t seem interested in giving them to me. He steps to the side like he’s going to go around me.

I cut him off again.

He tries to go the other way.

I step in front of him again.

Finally, he stops and looks me in the eyes. “Move,” he growls. I shake my head, refusing to do as he’s telling me even though it terrifies me. I doubt anyone ever tells him no, ever.

The look in his eyes is all danger. His stance is imposing. His shoulders are squared. He looks ready to fight, ready to force me to do as he says. It’s frightening, but that curious hum of excitement deep in my belly isn’t terror. The tingling between my legs isn’t fear.

I reach out to grab his shoulders, to touch, to show him I’m not scared of him. He deflects my touch, and I’m suddenly restrained with both arms behind my back held in place by his. His leg wraps around mine, and I’m trapped as he drops us to the couch as if to keep us from falling.

“What’s your plan?” he grinds out in my ear.

“To prove I’m not afraid of you.” It’s the truth.

“You should be,” he growls.

Oh, god, everything about this is making me melt. He’s pressed down on me again, holding my body hostage in the sexiest way. I feel the hard length of him cradled in the valley of my ass cheeks, and it’s breathtaking. I’ve never wanted something as much as I want him, now.

“I need…” I whimper, unsure how to say it. My cheeks sting red-hot, and my hips move, grinding on his erection like he’ll just understand what I’m unable to vocalize.

Suddenly, his teeth are on my neck, sharp, stinging but so fucking sexy that I relax, giving over to him. He can have total control; I just need him. He backs off enough to flip me over. My legs fall apart, and he’s between them, making my heart beat double time.

The sensation of his hardness rubbing the throbbing juncture between my legs wrings a moan from my lips. This is incredible. Suddenly, he’s moving against me in a motion that’s primal. His lips meet mine, and his tongue presses to the seal of my lips. I part, allowing him access, and he plunders me. He takes all I can give and demands more.

His hands take mine and hold them above my head, keeping me at his mercy in the sexiest way I could ever have imagined.

When his lips leave mine, I’m sad. Then his weight leaves, and I let out a disappointed yelp. But his hands hook my pants and panties, and he wrenches them down my legs even as he hauls my bottom to the edge of the couch.

Then his lips are on my sex, and I let out a shocked gasp. He’s so warm. His lips are soft, but the stubble on his face scratches sexily on my thighs as they try to close instinctively. This is intimate beyond anything I’ve experienced.

The air is cool on my bare skin, and the sensations are overwhelming as I lift my head and look at him. His eyes are locked on mine, and I press my head back on the couch, a moan leaving me as his lips zero in on my clit.

Then they lock around it as his tongue seeks my button, and pleasure screams through my core. With a growl, he grabs my ass and pulls me into him like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted and he wants more.

My hands find his temples, and my fingers comb through his short, dark hair. Like I’m scared he’s going to go away, I hold on to him. My hips buck, and he gives a growl of pleasure.

My heart is pounding so hard I feel faint, and everything feels like I’m ramping up to orgasm already. That’s not right. It takes me forever to come.

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

“Cliff,” I whisper, hearing the desperation in my voice. “You need to stop or I’m going to…” I can’t say it.

He gives a satisfied sound but doesn’t stop.

Everything in me tightens, and I grasp at him, holding tight like the world will fly apart and I’ll be left in limbo. My belly is coiled so tight I can hardly breathe, and I whimper a whine so pitiful I wonder if he’ll take pity and finish me.

His tongue circles my clit faster, and I come apart. I feel the vibration as he groans his pleasure, and my center spasms. Pleasure rips through me so violently, I let out a strangled cry.

He palms my ass, keeping me in place even as I try to scoot back. The sensations are too much; it’s too much, it hurts, but feels so good I’m pretty sure he’s destroying me.

The spasms ease up as the seconds pass like hours. The darkness from my eyes being squeezed closed calms me as he continues to lap at me, his tongue gentle now, like he’s trying to drag every last drop of pleasure out of me he can.

I pull on him gently, and he lifts his head. His chin is coated in a shining layer of me, and I wonder how he managed to work such magic on my body.

“No one’s ever done that before,” I breathe and instantly wish I could rip the words back as his eyes narrow.