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17 | heat
The brush of Tatia's mouth over mine reminds me of all the possible ways this thing between us could go wrong. Starting from Lizzie finding out to Tatia's bastard fiance shooting me dead.
Do I let those thoughts stop me? No.
My cock's raging, dismissing all the revolting musings.
"Are you sure about this?" I find the question scraping through my throat as I stop in front of my door.
Tatia's sharp nails caress my cheeks as she fixes her stare on my lips. "Why? Aren't you?"
This woman. What did I even do to have her here?
If I knew that forgetting to lock my car door would have landed her on my lap, I would have done so long ago.
I smirk, squeezing the generous flesh of her ass in one hand. She vaults at the touch, bucking her hips so that her pussy grinds over my abs.
"For this? I ain't a monk, baby girl."
She closes her eyes, then opens them, her pupils turning dilated. "Then take me inside and fuck me."
The heat in my body all rushes down south. I love her uncouth mouth. It is the loveliest thing about her—also her eyes, her ears, her nose, her body, basically any part of her. My tongue is eager to explore the territories I can trespass.
"Bossy, aren't you?" I tease, adjusting her on one arm while I open the door with the other.
"I survived Casteel," she says. "Couldn't have done that if I weren't."
My lips into a thin line hard at the mention of that man again. If there's one thing that doesn't sound good when spoken by Tatia, it's that fucking name.
"Baby girl," I rasp, the grumpy undertone in my voice clear as she raises both her eyebrows together. "...you get inside my bedroom and I don't want his name from your mouth again. Are we clear?"
She is quick to nod. "Absolutely."
She pretends to draw a zip over her lips which makes me chuckle a little.
"Good girl." I step into the bedroom, whooshing Shiver away when I find him at the door. "Stop wiggling your ass or I'll fuck you against the door."
"I wouldn't mind that," she quips, continuing to grind herself over my abs.
Shiver walks out the door, knowing that I need my privacy. I shut the door, locking my girl and me inside.
I look at her—her beauty becoming more fascinating to me in a way that I have never found anyone beautiful before. Her face is without a hint of make-up, except for her lips which are coated in a shimmering lip balm. Her untamed brunette hair is left free to fall, the length reaching her waist, the strands framing her face, sticking to her rosy cheeks. She smells of roses like I imagine they would smell in heaven.
She studies me with those ever-mesmerizing eyes that have the power to bring me down on my knees. Her lips pucker slightly.
"Where were you all these years?" I hum, moving my free hand to push the strands of her hair from her face, leaning into her and burying my nose in the crook of her neck.
"Right beside your Lizzie."
I yank my head back, throwing her a passive look.
"No mentioning her either," I warn, fully serious. "That's one of the rules."