This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,79

want to kiss you.”

I flutter my eyes back open and lean toward him. His scent is always so clean yet distinctly man. If I knew it wouldn’t freak him out, I’d lick his neck to see if he tastes like a man too.

“So kiss me, Warren McPherson. And mean it this time.”

His eyes darken, no doubt remembering our first kiss not long after I’d arrived and the second one much later. He’d zoned out that first time, as if he were recalling his past, and kissed me like he wanted to fuck me against the kitchen counter. The second time, he’d seemed disgusted as the demons took over his mind. But tonight, I want him to kiss me like he wants to make love to me in his bed.

“So bossy,” he says with a wicked smirk. He tangles both hands into my wild hair and draws me to his lips. The moment he grazes his across mine, a fire ignites between us. His tongue darts out, tentatively tasting my lips before pushing through and gaining access to me. I let out a pleased moan and happily meet his tongue with mine.

While he kisses me as if he’d love to devour my soul, I start undoing the buttons on his dress shirt as quickly as I can. I want him naked like me. I want him inside of me.

“Is this okay?” I murmur as I start pushing his shirt off his broad shoulders.

He groans and nips at my lip. “Better than okay.”

I smile against his lips before pulling away to focus on his pants. He sheds the shirt and tank underneath as I attempt to free his thick cock from its prison. When he’s finally standing naked in all his glory before me, I grin.

“Does the wine really help?” I question, my eyes landing on his proud cock.

He growls and scoops me into his arms. Never breaking stride toward his room, he flashes me a naughty smile. “It seems to be helping just fine. Let’s make love before it wears off.” His voice is tight when he says the words, no doubt fearing when the monster in his head will take back over.

Tomorrow, I’ll pressure him to drink more wine. Clearly, he loosens up enough to lose his afflictions, even if only temporarily. I’ll take what I can get.

When we arrive at his bed, he gently sets me down and a flash of apprehension crosses his features. I recognize the look.

What if?

What if?

What if?

“Shhh, quiet that head of yours, War. Grab a couple of towels, I’ll lie on them so we don’t mess up your blankets,” I tell him.

Relief washes over him and he nods. I get a lovely view of his butt as he strides off to get towels. Moving out of his way, I let him obsessively cover his bed in not two but six towels. I suppose he’s expecting a big mess.

I crawl back onto the bed and lie down on my back. With my best come hither stare, I non-verbally beg him to come make love to me.

“Bay,” he says with a groan and runs his fingers through his hair. “There are certain things I don’t think I can do—certain things I don’t think I can let you do.”

I frown and sit up on my elbows. “Are you going to make love to me?”

He nods but once again the demons fight for him. “I just…I just can’t put my mouth there knowing…knowing…” His horrified expression knifes at my heart. In his mind, he won’t be the lover I need him to be.

What he doesn’t understand is…I just need him.

“Warren, come here and put your cock inside of my tight pussy,” I taunt in a low, seductive voice. “I’m practically quivering with the need to have you inside of me. I don’t care about that other stuff. I just want you.”

He lets out a rush of air and nearly pounces on me. “Thank you, Bay. Thank you so much for being you.”

His mouth covers mine as he settles his massive, warm body over mine. I hook my ankles around his waist and urge him closer. Each time his thick erection slides between the lips of my sex, I cry out with desire.

“Please,” I beg against his wet mouth.

He reaches a hand between us and positions it at my entrance. “Our juices will mix,” he says with a shudder and withdraws slightly, “the probability of—”

“We’ll clean ourselves right after,” I interrupt in a firm tone. “I promise. Don’t make