Sugar on the Edge (16 page)

I find her in the living room, dusting the furniture. She’s wearing a pair of faded, but well-fitting jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Her dark hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, and she’s humming to herself while she works.

It makes me want to drag her down to the couch, strip her, and fuck her with my mouth.

Spinning away, I walk into the kitchen, my hands balled into fists and my cock hard again.

Opening the refrigerator, I stare blindly at the contents, not really wanting anything but not sure what to do at this point. My well-laid plans to confront Savannah having been blown all to hell.

“Hungry?” she asks behind me, and my cock leaps.

She has no idea just how hungry I am.

Closing the refrigerator door, I turn to stare at her. She looks uncomfortable, as well she should be. I fingered her in the car yesterday, and we barely said two words to each other after. I want to do it to her again, and so much more. Normally, the Gavin Cooke I’ve become would just move in and take what he wanted.

But as she stands there, uncertainty in her eyes, I can’t bring myself to make a move.

I’ve become the anti-hero now.

Max would be disgusted by me.

“No,” I finally say to her. “Not hungry.”

Not for food, anyway.

“Okay,” she says, and I think I see a small level of disappointment in her eyes. She starts to move past me, on her way to the laundry room, I suppose, and I catch a whiff of her perfume. It’s sweet… flowery… innocent. Just like her.

Before I can stop myself, my hand jets out and grabs her by the wrist. “Go to dinner with me tonight?”

She jerks in surprise, and her eyes widen. “Dinner?”

“Yes. It’s this concept where two people sit down at a table and other people serve them food.”

The corners of her mouth tilt skyward, but she asks again, “You want to take me to dinner?”

No, Sweet… I want to ravage you, strip you bare, burrow into you, and pound this compulsion out of me.

“Yes… I want to take you out to dinner.” Which is so fucking weird, because I don’t wine and dine women. Never needed to before.

“Why?” she asks skeptically.

“Why not? I find I like your company, I don’t know anyone else here, and I’m bored sitting around by myself all the time.”

“Oh,” she says softly as she casts her eyes downward, and I’m surprised by her lack of enthusiasm over my invitation.

Lifting her head up by putting my fingers under her chin, I peer down to look at her. “What’s with the uncertainty?”

She shakes her head as if denying me. “It’s nothing. I mean… I just didn’t think you were the type… never mind.”

“What? That I wasn’t the type to take a woman on a date?” I tell her in a chastising tone.

Her eyes harden a tiny bit, and she smirks at me. “No, you seem like the type to pick a woman up in a bar and then leave with her so you can bang the hell out of her.”

My hand falls from her face as dismay fills me. She clearly heard about the blonde woman I left the bar with the other night. No sense in hiding it though, so I tell it to her straight. “I’m not a saint, Savannah. I like to fuck. I like to give in to those base urges. So what?”

“Exactly,” she says as she brushes past me. “So what?”

“Wait a minute,” I say as I turn and grab her again. Spinning her around by the arm, I pull her in closer to me. Her breath hitches and her eyes dilate a little, and it’s clear to me… she’s definitely attracted to me in such a way that maybe I don’t have to expend any further energy in seducing her. “Are you saying that you’re okay with just a fuck between us? You don’t need a romantic dinner and candlelight? Soft words… slow seduction?”

She snorts at me. “I think we completely bypassed that step yesterday, don’t you agree? We went right to the after-dinner dessert.”

“That we did,” I murmur as I pull her in closer, flush up against my body so she can feel how much I want her.

As much as her words seem like a bold statement to me that she doesn’t need the softer side of Gavin, I don’t believe it for a second. Savannah may even be trying to prove to me, at this very minute, that she can play the confident role of a heroine. A woman that knows what she wants and goes for it, no matter what the cost.

Even though that would be a dream come true for me right now, I’m bound and determined to prove she’s not that type of woman.

Bringing my hands up, I cup her under her jawline, my hands circling around her throat. I give a soft squeeze and use my thumbs to stroke just under her chin. “So, I’m getting the feeling from you that maybe you want to finish what we started in the car yesterday?”

Her eyes flare and her tongue comes out to swipe at her lower lip, but she doesn’t affirm or deny my words.

I decide to push harder, because one way or the other, I’m going to make her prove me right.

Releasing her face, I drop my hands to her hips, pulling her up hard against my erection. I dip my legs and tilt my hips up, grinding it against her pussy.

A soft moan filters across her lips, and her eyes close.

“Want me to fuck you, Sweet? Want my cock between your legs? Or do you just want to go out to dinner with me tonight? Your choice.”

I hold myself still, waiting for her to just accept my damn dinner invitation and prove me right.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers as she slowly opens her eyes. “Right here… standing up, on the floor… I don’t care.”

My body jerks in surprise, and I almost glare at her with skepticism. She returns my stare levelly, without a hint of hesitation or doubt.

Part of me… a small part, for sure… wants me to deny her and insist we go out tonight. But the vast majority of my body, my brain, my cock… it’s screaming at me to take her.

“Where did my little anti-heroine go?” I ask her in wonder.

“She’s decided to take a walk on the wild side,” she tells me evenly.

“Are you ready for my brand of filth?” I ask, and I can see a kernel of doubt in her eyes.

But she stiffens her spine, raises her chin, and says, “I’m ready.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath in, and release it out slowly. When I open them up again, I pin her with a dark smile. “You asked for it, Sweet.”

As I drop to my knees before her, she gives a soft gasp when my fingers deftly start working at the button to her jeans and tug the fly open. I don’t even hesitate to push my hands into the waistband, pulling her jeans… snagging her panties along the way… dragging them down to mid-thigh. Grabbing her behind her legs and leaning forward, I stick my nose right between the juncture of her thighs and inhale deeply.

“You smell fucking intoxicating,” I murmur before dragging my tongue right up her center.

Savannah cries out in surprise, and her hands slam down on my shoulders to grip me hard. Yeah, she fucking smells great, and tastes even better.

Leaning back slightly, I look up at her to find her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her lower lip gripped hard between her teeth. I reach up and grab her hands from my shoulder, bringing them down to her pussy while I watch her face.

“Hold yourself open for me, baby,” I whisper. Her eyes fly open, staring at me in bewilderment. Pushing her hands back toward her body, I give them a soft squeeze while I stare her in the eyes. “Do it. Spread yourself for me.”

A strangled sound comes out of Savannah’s throat.

“Do it,” I order, my voice hoarse with desire as I release her hands.

Lowering my gaze, I watch as her slender fingers press against herself, pulling herself open… showing me all of her beautiful secrets. My cock hardens to painful proportions.

My hands come back up and grab her by the hips. I lean forward while she stands there, her legs constrained by her jeans and underwear, but fully exposed to me as her hands clear the path for my tongue.

Pressing my mouth against her, I flick the end of my tongue against her clit, and she cries out. I give her a long, hard lick, and she cries again. She so fucking responsive that I bet I could make her come in a nanosecond, but I’m thinking I might save that pleasure for a rainy day. Moving my right hand over, I push it between her legs and slide my middle finger into her. She’s fucking dripping for me. Lust rages through my body, almost making me dizzy.

I can’t wait.

I jump to my feet, pull one of Savannah’s hands away, and mash it up against my cock, which is straining hard against my zipper. “See what you do to me?” I growl.

She gives me a glazed nod and tentatively squeezes, causing my hips to jam forward, seeking more contact from her.

Taking Savannah by the shoulders, I spin her around and then grab her around the waist, lifting her from the floor because her legs are encumbered by her jeans. I step forward just two paces, until I’m pressing her into the edge of the kitchen table. Thankfully, it’s huge and sturdy, and I’m not worried about it supporting our weight.

Gripping her by the back of the neck with one hand, I push her facedown onto the table. With the other hand, I bring it up between her legs from the back. I slip two fingers in her this time and feel her muscles contract around me, even as she shoves her ass backward, seeking more.

I feel frenzied… needful, and this is going way faster than I had imagined. I give her an out. “Are you okay? Want me to stop?”

Her head thrashes back and forth on the table, but I need to make sure. “Tell me to stop, Sweet.”

“No,” she practically yells. “Don’t you dare.”

Oh, fuck. No stopping this runaway freight train now.

I release my hold on her and undo my jeans, pushing them down and pulling my cock out. Pushing in closer to her, I rub it as best I can against the back of her pussy, not getting easy access because her legs are practically glued together by her jeans.

But I don’t have time to get her clothes off. My body is demanding relief… the type that I can only get from Savannah… at this very moment.

Not a moment longer.

I pick her up by the hips, lifting her off the floor, and dip my knees. My cock, which is hard as a rock and tilted upward, gets the perfect angle and I push in against her, past the silky skin of her thighs, and right to her wetness.

I hit the mark on the first try, feeling her slick warmth open up to me.

Lowering her back to the ground, I swiftly pump my hips up, slamming into her in one hard move, causing her to scream out.

Her voice is hoarse and raw. I thought for a minute I hurt her, were it not for the soft, “Yes,” she lets out at the end. But she proves to me she’s okay… more than… when she gyrates her hips, causing her internal muscles to massage my dick in an almost excruciatingly sensual way.

She is exquisite.

Beyond.

I can’t control myself, having never felt this burning need to push myself beyond all barriers. I pull back and slam back in, relishing in her cries as the kitchen table scoots forward a few inches. I do it again, and again, vaguely noting the way her fingernails scrabble against the wood of the table as she tries to claw at something.

My moans turn into grunts, my ass muscles contracting hard on every thrust into her. My fingers dig into her hips, and she cries out the sweetest words ever.

“More.”

“Oh, God, Sweet… what are you doing to me?” I ask as I slam into her over and over again.

Her orgasm hits her fast and hard. I’m unprepared when her hands unclench, her palms lie flat on the table, and she pushes her chest up. Arching her back deeply, she throws her head back and groans as I feel her body stiffen and her pussy clamp down hard on my cock.

And fuck… then I’m coming, so hard… so long.

I push into her one last time, grit my teeth, and unload every bit of depravity into her body, and then I come some more.

My body shudders from head to foot, and another wave of pleasure hits me as I continue to jet into her.

Savannah slumps to the table, and I realize my knees are shaking. I unclench my death grip from her hips, wincing when I see the red marks I’ve left behind. I bend over her, pressing against her body, and rest my chin on the back of her head.

We lay like that for what seems an eternity, our mutual breaths that were raging just a moment ago now starting to calm.

Lifting my head up, I kiss her on the back of the head, and then nuzzle into the hair at the back of her neck. “You okay?”

“Mmmm. Hmmm,” she moans softly. I can’t see it, but I can hear the smile on her face.

“Will you go out to dinner with me tonight?” I ask her.

“Mmmm. Hmmm,” she responds, and I smile back.