Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,156

where he wants.

“Tell me, baby.” His hand runs up and across my stomach, gripping the other side and swiveling me around to face him.

His mouth claims mine and he steps into me, his boxers soft on my skin. I stare at his lust-filled eyes that already promise me what I want. His one hand slides up to the base of my neck and his fingers tighten on the strands of my blonde hair. “You want me?” he asks like I’m not resembling Grover—salivating for his next instruction.

“I want you.”

He twists my neck and his lips fall down on me like a vampire, nibbling on my skin all the way down.

“Apologize for making me wait,” he demands, his tone firm and ready to dominate me.

“No.”

His fingers tighten, and the strands of my hair pull on my scalp. My fists pound his chest.

“No?” I feel his lips widen and he’s struggling to hide his smile at our play.

“You apologize for ruining our marriage.” My fists open and I run my nails down the front of him, purposely using enough force to leave a mark.

His teeth scrape down my chest and he bends me over the back of the couch. Licking his fingers, he rubs my clit in circles, his one finger teasing my entrance.

“I already apologized. You weren’t all innocent.” The five o’clock shadow of his chin pricks my skin as he continues to bite me on his way down my belly, to my center.

“You were a drunk and you gave up on us,” I pant.

His palms grip on the inside of my thighs, pulling my legs apart for his viewing pleasure. “I never gave up on us. You were the one for me. Always have been and always will be.” He takes my clit between his teeth, gentle enough not to hurt but firm enough to send an electric current through my body.

“Why did you wait so long?” My eyes close, the clenching of a soft throw pillow not nearly enough to grab on to.

He stops the torment of his tongue, his fingers pushing in and out of me, one and then two, stretching me slowly, making sure he won’t hurt me, but the promise of his roughness still there.

“You know the answer. You’re a smart girl.”

He flattens his tongue, licking the entire length of my folds, twirling it around my nub.

My body needs the release but knows it should hold out until the very end. Let him take me to that edge over and over again until he lightly taps me, and I free fall into him. Dean was a magnificent baseball player, but the man is a fucking king in bed.

Sitting up enough to see him, I grab a fist full of his hair and pull him up. “Tell me.”

He fights the smile again and it’s hard to get into character when we’re talking about our demise and the residual feelings.

“I had to be the man I promised you.”

Tears want to fill my eyes, but I pull him up by his hair and smash my lips to his. Our tongues diving in, our hands pulling and tugging. I’m able to get a hold of his boxers and I push them down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them off.

His dick is poised and ready at my opening. “Protection?” he asks.

For the first time since I committed to this, I pause, unsure.

“Never mind.” He picks me up and I wrap my arms around his neck.

I assume he’ll take me to the bedroom, but he heads back into the kitchen, laying me on the table.

“You stay here.” He backs up and it’s the first time I can admire him fully.

He’s just as big as I remember, just as hot and since my body is already a five-alarm fire, it just went to inferno status.

I hear his feet slap along the floor, a drawer open and he returns with a bottle of lube and a condom.

“What do I get for staying in place?” I ask coyly, and his lips tick up.

“One huge cock.”

I slide off the table and onto my knees, wrapping my hand around the base of his erection and taking him into my mouth.

A growl escapes him, and his hand moves to the back of my head, directing me like I don’t already know exactly how he likes it. Hell, he was the man who taught me how to do this.

“I need you up.” He removes his hand after only a couple of minutes. “Time for that