The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,57

the house. Inside, she locked herself behind the barrier and backed away from the door. What other option had Dutch given her?

He told her to go. He set her free.

He couldn't come back and invade her space. How was she supposed to handle him being around, only to lose him again?

The doorknob rattled, then stopped. She bit into her lower lip, holding her breath, knowing Dutch wasn't the type of man to let a piece of wood stop him.

The door swung open. Dutch stepped inside, holding up a key.

She swallowed. Of course, he would have an extra key to the house.

She should've changed the locks.

But if she'd done that, he wouldn't have been able to get inside if he came back.

He looked around the room before landing his gaze on her. "I could use something to eat."

"You should've stayed at the pool hall," she said, breaking her silence.

He strode forward. She backed away from him, bumping into the wall.

Her pussy quivered in awareness. He lowered his head, putting his lips to her ear. "It's not food I'm hungry for."

Her back slid against the wall, and her eyelids failed her, closing when his tongue pulled her earlobe into his mouth.

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. As soon as she hit the mattress, she got a burst of energy and scooted to the edge of the bed, intent on leaving the room.

He pushed her back down on the mattress. She exhaled harshly. "You can't walk in here and—"

"You want to see what happens every time I think about you." He unlatched his belt, undid his fly, and pulled out his cock.

She stared at the angry hardness in his hand, paralyzed to move. There were times while she was growing up that she'd had the chance to see men naked, but none of them had been Dutch.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Doing what I've wanted to do for a long time." He stepped up to the bed and grabbed her ankles, pulling her until she fell flat on her back. "Remember the orgasm you had, rubbing against me?"

That morning when she was sixteen years old, alone with him at Rachel and Skull's house, had replayed in her head every time she touched herself. She panted. Her experience was the most important thing to her because, for the last five years, that's all she had of Dutch.

"That was the sweetest thing in my memories, and every time I beat myself off, it was your pretty, little face in front of me." He gripped the hem of her shorts and yanked.

She gasped at the sudden rush.

His gaze lowered, and he growled. "That orgasm you had with me and the ones you've had without me will not come close to what you're going to have tonight."

Her heart thrummed—half in fear, half in pleasure.

She'd seen how big his cock was moments ago, and then he threatened her with it. He had her confused and unprepared. She'd gone to work that evening, never imagining him walking into the pool hall.

He pushed up her tank and kissed her stomach. His whiskers brushed her abdomen and the tops of her thighs. While he circled his tongue along her skin, his fingers hooked the sides of her thong and dragged the material down her legs.

Losing control, she tried one last time. "You can't come back and—"

"Can." He nuzzled her pussy, parting her lower lips with his tongue.

Her thighs quivered, hugging Dutch's head. Her arousal heightened with each sweep of his wet, warm tongue.

He moved, going between her legs, taking more of her in his mouth. Weakened, she reached for him. He clasped her hands and pinned them to the bed, settling her. Having that touch was more than she'd had in so long.

Her chest heaved up and down. She cried inside. "Dutch..."

He held her down, keeping her from sitting up and crawling into his lap. His mouth like a prison. She couldn't escape.

She needed him.

She wanted this.

Both wishes went against everything he wanted for her. She thrashed on the bed, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, both physical and mental.

She needed more.

She wanted all of him.

Warmth spread throughout her. Every muscle spasmed, bucking her on the bed.

She needed to come.

She wanted him to stay.

Her next breath wasn't promised. She squeezed Dutch's hands as if she could drag him into her to hold forever.

He lifted his head and crawled up beside her. She turned to cling to him, and he picked her up, rearranging her spiraling body