Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,122
still not feeling confident about my bedroom abilities and since my lessons are over with you, I’m looking for a new teacher.”
Preacher’s arm tightened around her until she gasped and smacked his back. “Can’t breathe!”
When he loosened his grip, she said, “I’ve already talked to Nathan about my problem and he’s more than happy to continue my lessons. So, if you don’t mind…”
She stared pointedly at him. His face was a mask of fury and his eyes glittered angrily.
Shit. Maybe she had pushed him too far.
He pressed his mouth to her ear and said in a dangerously calm voice, “You want another lesson, Sunshine? Fine. I’ll give you another lesson tonight. But I’m going to fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name, until you’re begging me to stop because you can’t take one more orgasm. I’m going to fuck you until your thighs are so sore, you can’t fucking walk tomorrow. When I’m finished with you, your tight little pussy will know exactly who it belongs to. I promise.”
He dropped her to her feet and took her hand. “Let’s go.”
“Preacher,” she whispered. Her limbs were trembling, her pussy was throbbing, and Preacher’s damn speech had made her so hot she couldn’t think straight.
“Let’s go, Sunshine.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Preacher, are -”
“Bedroom, Addie.”
She shivered, her stomach clenching with pleasure as Preacher closed her apartment door. He took his boots off and she slipped out of her heels.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Bedroom,” he said.
Another shiver, another stomach clenching burst of pleasure. Without another word, she walked to her bedroom, awareness tingling through every nerve ending.
She was barely in the room before Preacher was unzipping her dress. She turned around when he stepped away, giving him a questioning look. He smiled lazily at her. “Strip, Addie.”
Her nerves singing an award worthy opera, she shimmied out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Thanks to her nipple piercing, she was wearing a cotton bra, but she’d put on one of her silk thongs.
Her excitement that Preacher would see her in sexy panties for once, dimmed when he said, “Lose the bra and panties.”
She ran her hand over the scrap of silk material. “You seriously aren’t going to comment on the fact that I’m wearing sexy underwear for you for the first time?”
“You didn’t wear them for me,” he said, “you wore them for that dickhead at the bar.”
She wanted to argue, but he made a valid point.
To her utter shock, he said, “I like your cotton ones better. They’re soft and sweet and perfect, like you.”
Something in her chest tightened and she swallowed hard. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Simon.”
He smiled at her. “I meant every word. Now, get naked.”
She giggled and took of her bra and underwear. Preacher stripped off his clothes and her mouth watered when she saw his cock. It was already shiny with precum and she wanted to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth.
She reached for the clasp on the pearls around her throat, faltering to a stop when Preacher shook his head. “Leave them.”
She let her hands drop to her sides, her body vibrating, and her nipples already peaked and waiting for Preacher’s mouth. He stepped toward her, hooking one finger around the string of pearls and tugging her closer until his cock brushed against her abdomen.
He threaded his other hand in her hair and pulled her head back before pressing his mouth against hers. She parted her lips immediately, sliding her arms around his waist and pressing up against him as she sucked on his tongue.
He groaned into her mouth, his hips thrusting against her, rubbing his cock across her stomach. She reached between them but before she could curl her fingers around his shaft, he pushed away from her.
“Hands and knees on the bed,” he rasped.
She complied quickly, her heart beating out a quick fast rhythm that made her feel a little lightheaded. Preacher trailed his fingers down the back of her thighs, and she spread them immediately. She reached between her legs to rub her clit. She was wet, but not quite wet enough to take him in this position.
Preacher knocked her hand away, making a low growl that sent fresh heat zinging through her lower body. “Don’t touch your pussy, Addison. It’s my pussy, remember? Only I get to touch it.”
He stroked her inner thighs, her ass, the back of her calves. She squirmed on the bed, her need for him a raging