Filthy Beautiful Lust (Page 21)

Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies #3)(21)
Author: Kendall Ryan

She draws in a shuddering breath and chews on her lower lip. "You were right about one thing."

"What’s that?" I ask, dropping my voice lower as I read the consent in her eyes.

"It has been too long."

"You want to feel my cock inside you, angel?" I press my hips forward, letting her feel that I’m already hard.

She lets out a tiny sound of pleasure from the back of her throat. "Is this all you want? Just sex?" she asks, blinking up at me with solemn green eyes.

"He might have thrown you away, but I’m not going to do that." The truth is I want her. All of her, including her son. And by some small coincidence, the universe had supplied me with the perfect opportunity for me bringing her home. It sucks that she broke her arm, but it gave me the opportunity I needed to bring her home and show that I could and would take care of her.

"Trust me, okay?"

She nods.

It’s a start.

I take her mouth, kissing her long and deep, my tongue stroking hers, tasting the wine we shared earlier.

"God, you have no idea how sexy you are." I push my hips into hers again.

"Me? Sexy?" She looks down at herself and almost laughs. "Yes, because a T-shirt and yoga pants are the epitome of sex appeal. Throw in my usual unwashed hair in a messy ponytail, and we have the trifecta."

Watching her round ass move and sway in stretchy yoga pants all day was almost too much. "Your body is beautiful—never doubt that." My stare latches onto hers and after a few moments, she gives a quick nod.

I don’t know what she’s so afraid of. I am nothing like that asshole ex of hers. I can’t ever imagine walking away from her or Max. I don’t care that he’s not biologically mine. He’s part of Kylie, and that’s all that matters

A crease lines her forehead, and I know she’s lost in her head again, over-analyzing every detail of me and her together. I smooth the line with my thumb. "Stop thinking so much," I whisper.

She nods and brings her mouth to mine. I kiss her deeply, exploring her mouth and sucking on her tongue. Then I kiss all the way down the side of her throat, moving lower. Kylie groans and pushes her free hand into my hair, encouraging the contact.

"That’s it, angel. Let it go." I can feel her relaxing, relinquishing the control I desire over her body, her head, her heart.

After spending the day watching her cook in my kitchen, and listening to her sweet voice as she sang familiar, yet long-forgotten songs to Max? There is something I like about it. Something real. I have no desire to hit the bar scene and seduce a girl with the same words I’ve used a thousand times. Uttering the phrases I know will make her lick her lips and follow me wherever I want to go, which was most likely to a bathroom or my car, since I had no desire to bring a random hookup into my home. Entering her pussy rhythmically until I came, without any care or concern for her orgasm.

Kylie is so different. None of my standard operating procedures apply, and the chase is new and thrilling.

"Pace, I don’t know what I’m doing… This isn’t me," she says, pulling my thoughts back into the moment.

"Trust me, I love that," I admit. Her eyes find mine and she releases a little sigh. "Can you do one thing for me?" I ask, sensing she’s right on the edge. She’s on the verge of pulling away from me. And I don’t want that.

"Yes," she murmurs.

"Let me make you come. I need my mouth on you. And then you can decide if you want anything else to happen."

She considers it, only for a brief moment, her eyes dropping to the floor between us and then rising to land on mine again. "Yes, okay," she says.

That’s my girl. Pride bursts through me. I know this is big for her—she’s taking a chance not just with her body, but with her heart.

"What about you?" she asks, as I slip my hand into the front of her yoga pants and lightly touch her over her panties.

My needs in this equation? "Not important," I say, kissing the side of her neck while my hand slides lower. Of course my hope is that she’ll see how good we could be if she’d just let herself lose some of that tight control. This is my way of showing her that I’m not just some selfish prick, in or out of the bedroom. Her needs will come first. And I will be here for her.

Still kissing and gently biting the side of her neck, I push my fingers into the side of her panties and find them damp. My dick pulses in my jeans. He likes this information. I stroke her lightly and feel her breath shudder. Her tissues are swollen and wet. Fuck, yes. I love that I get her wet and wanting, even though her head isn’t so sure about this.

Unlike the last time, I don’t want us to feel rushed. I’m desperate to see her creamy, pale skin and full breasts that I got a glimpse of last night. Reluctantly pulling my fingers from her panties, I feel a frustrated groan rise from her chest.

I systematically strip her naked—kissing each bit of skin I expose. Her breasts, her stomach, the tops of her thighs, and finally when her panties join the rest of her clothes on the floor, I take a second just to appreciate how fucking fine she is.

She fidgets, pressing her thighs together and lifting her arms like she wants to cover herself. I grip her wrist and shake my head. No fucking way. Kylie chews on her lower lip, but doesn’t say anything.

I walk her backwards to the desk and lift her so she’s sitting right on the edge. I drop one more kiss on her lips, and then sink to my knees. Parting her thighs wide, I press closer and kiss her lower stomach, right above her mound. When I glance up, I notice she’s closed her eyes. Hell no. I want her to know I’m the one giving her this pleasure. "Open them," I command.

Her eyes flash on mine.

"I want you to watch," I say, my tongue licking lazily up her silken folds while my eyes stay glued to hers.

Her eyelids flutter, but they remain open as she tracks the movements of my tongue. Up and down, I tease her, slowly at first, letting her get warmed up. Her pussy is every bit as beautiful as the rest of her. Neatly trimmed, nice and pink. If she thought she was undesirable, then she was insane. Every inch of her is perfection as far as I can tell. And the crazy thing is, as gorgeous as she is, it’s really her heart—the soft, nurturing side she’s given me a glimpse of—that really steals my breath.

Tiny whimpers escape her lips, and her breathing grows fast.

"Don’t take your eyes off of me," I growl.

Kylie refocuses her attention at the spot between her thighs that I’m intent on worshipping. I lick against her clit in a brutal rhythm. I have to physically restrain her, holding her hips in place, so she can’t squirm away. She’s close, I can tell, and when I plunge two fingers deep into her heat and curl them up to meet her special spot, she comes on command, bucking against me and clawing her fingers through my hair. My dick salutes her show. It seems impossible, but she is even hotter when she comes, and the urge to do this with her every day spikes within me.