CHAPTER SIX
Cole
I own you.
With those words, my words, my intent in the air, and my fingers still tangled in Lori’s hair, I kiss her, a deep, possessive kiss meant to claim her, take her, make her mine, if only for this night. And she knows it too, because when my lips part hers, she pants out, “No one owns me.”
“Then, sweetheart, you’ve never been properly fucked.” I slide my hands under her jacket, settling my palms on her shoulders.
“I guess that depends on how you define properly.”
I turn her to face in the opposite direction, dragging the jacket down her arms and tangling it around her wrists, and then I lean in close. “As dirty as possible,” I promise. “And with you on my tongue, in as many ways as we both find possible.”
“Is this how you own me?” she demands. “By binding my arms?”
“As much as I’d like to have you at my mercy, sweetheart,” I say, tossing the jacket aside, and turning her to face me, “I’m selfish enough to want your hands and mouth fully available, in any way, shape, or place you so choose to use them.” I walk us backward, toward the oversized chair made perfectly for the kind of hot, wild fuck in our near future, before my hands fall from her waist. “I want to watch you undress.”
“When do you undress?” she challenges.
“We have one condom, sweetheart. Let’s make it last. Undress for me, Lori.”
Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and for just a moment, her eyes cut, but not before I see the flicker of nerves in her stare. And right then, I know that I’ve read her accurately up to this point. I know that her control is both a necessity and a wall that protects her. I know that no one has made it safe for her to leave those things at the door. No one has ever seen her really truly naked and the only way that happens, is to do exactly what I’m doing. Push her out of her comfort zone, pull her into the moment, where she forgets the walls, and lives nowhere but here in the moment. That’s the place where nothing exists but the two of us.
Her eyes meet mine again, and I see the decision in them. She’s not going to run like she did on the street tonight. She unzips her skirt, and caresses it down her slender, but curvy hips. It pools at her feet, and she kicks it aside, allowing me to admire her long legs in lacy thigh-high hose, my gaze catching on the slender strip of lace in the vee of her body.
Her fingers catch on the hem of her blouse, and she tries to hide the small, inhaled breath of courage she draws before pulling it and her loose bra over her head. She tosses it, and stands before me, creamy pale perfection in nothing but silk and lace, her breasts high, full, nipples puckered to a pretty pink that will soon be in my mouth. “You’re beautiful,” I say. “Come here.”
“Quid pro quo,” she declares. “I’m naked, you’re naked.”
We’re still doing the push and pull, but I don’t mind, not when my mouth is soon to be all over her body, which means her mouth will soon be all over my body. I don’t want her kneeling before me unless it’s to put her mouth on my cock. That’s not my goal, not this time, at least. It’s to own her, and that means she is so damn present, she can’t think, she can only feel. That takes trust and I decide to meet her halfway. I sit down and take off a shoe, showing it to her before setting it down.
“So now I get a socked foot?” she teases, and I can feel a hint of her tension easing away, her comfort in her own skin begins to settle into place. I can feel her easing into me and the night, letting me glimpse the real woman, not the stranger.
And I find that I surprise myself by how much I want to know this woman, not just fuck her.
“The pants don’t come off with the shoes on,” I tell her, and by the time I’ve removed the second shoe, she’s standing in front of me, every creamy white, naked inch of her. She grabs it and tosses it.
“Now the pants,” she orders, making it clear that she’s no submissive, that she can hold her own, and I fucking love it. “Or the shirt.”
I reach for her hips and walk her between my legs. “You’ve distracted me,” I tell her, my lips brushing her belly, my tongue drawing a circle. She trembles beneath my mouth, and I glance up at her. “You’re owned when you can think of nothing but the person you’re with. Nothing but what they might do to you now, and in the next moment.” I twine the string at her hips in my fingers. “Or where they might lick, kiss, or touch.” I drag her panties down her legs and then lower my mouth to her sex, where I let my breath tease her. “Tell me to lick you,” I order.
Her fingers curl around the material over my shoulders. “No.”
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. “That’s too bad, because I really wanted to know how you taste.” I nip her hip and when she gives a surprised yelp I lave the wound with my tongue, glancing up at her. “Do you want me to—?”
“Yes.”
“Say it, Lori.”
“Lick me, you asshole.”
I laugh. “Asshole?”
“You’re teasing me.”
“I’m just being sure I know what you want. You want me to lick you. I just want to know where.”
“I’m not saying what you want me to say.”
She also isn’t thinking about whatever it was that made her need this escape. I don’t own her yet this night, but we’re getting there. And so, I push harder. “Too much of a lady, are you? I could fix that, if I had at least one more night, but since I don’t—” I lick her clit.
She sucks in air and stabs fingers into my hair and holds on. I smile and lick her again, suckling her into my mouth, my fingers sliding through the wet heat of her body, but I’m not going to let her come. Not yet. I kiss her belly, and she pulls at my shirt. I wrap my arms around her backside and drag her into my lap. By the time she’s straddling me, we’re already kissing again, but she hasn’t given up on my shirt. “Take it off,” she orders, unhooking two of the buttons.
At this point, I’m all about having her body pressed to mine, and I reach behind me, and pull it over my head, tossing it behind us. A moment later, I’m molding her close, my hand wide between her shoulder blades, the other on her breast while my mouth suckles and licks at her nipple. She arches into my mouth, and I hold her, but I still don’t own her. I still don’t have her where I want her, where she wants to be.
I tangle fingers into her hair, drag her gaze to mine. “I want to spank you.”
She stiffens and presses her hands to my shoulders. “What?”
I know from her reaction this is new to her, terrifying to her. “It’s pleasure. It’s not pain, but it’s the ultimate escape. Nothing else exists. Trust me, sweetheart, it’s not a beating. It’s erotic. It’s sexy. It good.”
“I can’t even believe I’m having this conversation.”
I caress her breast, my thumb stroking her cheek, my lips brushing her lips. “We don’t have to do this,” I say my mouth next to hers. “But I promise you, we will both be so hot and so ready to fuck when it’s done that we will be all over each other.”
“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”
I pull back to look at her. “Say yes,” I urge. “You won’t be sorry.”