hand over her perfect, perky backside and give it a present, but careful, smack. She arches into the surprise touch, sticks that pretty ass in the air for me, and I suspect that is what she wants. She expects it and I give myself a long moment to imagine the way she’d arch in anticipation when I warmed her cheeks. I imagine how wet her sex would be when I slide my fingers and tongue intimately between her thighs. How hot she would be when I buried myself inside her after that spanking. How easily she’d forget Gabriel and all the fear. How emotionally exposed she’d be, how willingly mine. But that means me taking her fears, taking her doubts, from her. That means me leaving her nothing but me, here, now. I want to take her, to own her body and heart, but I’m just not sure that kind of dominance is what she needs from me tonight. She might offer herself to me freely, but it’s not right tonight, not with Gabriel trying to control her, in an entirely different way.
No. Dominance comes with a price when used unwisely. And I will not be unwise with Candace ever again.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Savage
Candace grips the couch in front of her and I step to the side of her, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other sliding between her thighs, into the slick heat there. My lips beside her ear. “I want you this wet every day for the rest of our lives. Every day. For the rest of our lives.”
A soft sound escapes her throat, and she twists around to face me and my gaze rakes over her beautiful, perfect body. Just that easily I’ve completely forgotten all the dirty, nasty, dark sex we could have, we will have, to escape this hell, just not now. Suddenly, I’m dragging her against me all over again, kissing the hell out of her and I need, abso-fucking-lutely need, to be inside her.
Scooping her up, I cradle her to me, and when I carry her to sit on the couch I don’t lean her over it. I don’t spank her pretty little ass. I don’t tease her until she comes on my hand or my tongue. I still just need inside her.
I settle her in front of me but I also sit down and take her with me. She’s straddling me in a heartbeat and somehow my pants are down, my thick erection between us and I’m anchoring her, holding her as she slides down my cock.
Slowly, she slides down my shaft and inch by hard inch, takes all of me. And when we’re there, joined and intimate, our eyes meet, I feel the punch of emotions no one else creates in me. At that moment, every wrong move I’ve made in my life, every moment I lost with Candace, comes at me like a blade cutting my heart, but it doesn’t kill me. It tortures me. The only way out of this headspace is Candace.
I settle my hand under her hair, on her neck and drag her mouth to mine. “If I died tonight, I’d die a happy man.”
“Don’t say that,” she orders.
“Just speaking the truth, baby,” I say, squeezing her backside and arching her forward, the feel of her wet tight heat around my cock so damn good.
She pants a little and murmurs, “Rick.” Her breath is warm against my lips, and it’s her that leans in to claim my mouth this time. That press of mouth to mouth charges the air. We lick at each other, sway together, and suddenly we snap. Wild hunger dominates. I want to be deeper. I want her to ride me harder. I want her mouth on my mouth, over and over again, and her to meet my every move, every thrust. Every pump. We don’t last long, though. We’re too urgent, too needy. She digs her nails into my arms, stiffens and buries her face in my neck. Her sex clenches around me and instantly I’m shuddering, quaking with the intensity of what her body demands so damn well of my body. She relaxes into me and me into her, holding her, even as her damn phone rings again.
I curse and roll her to her back, grabbing tissue I offer her before I pull out. Irritated to be interrupted, I grab her phone that is now on the floor again, eyeing caller ID. “Three calls and four text messages. He’s a regular stalker.” I