Page 32 of Memphis Bound

"Jesus," I groan, my eyes locked on Kylie as she dances from table to table, straightening up. The bar closed an hour ago, leaving it deserted. I'm supposed to be doing paperwork, but I can't fucking concentrate on anything but her.

The faint scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke lingers in the air as she rolls her hips in time to the music pouring from the jukebox. The sight of her body moving like that steals my breath, turning my cock to stone. She's so fucking sexy, and she knows it, too. Her emerald eyes dare me to come closer every time I look at her.

All damn night, she's been pushing my buttons, fucking with me because she's mad as hell about living with me. At least, she wants me to think she's mad about it. I know better. She wants me just as much as I want her, but she's afraid to let herself fall, afraid to give herself over to me.

I'm determined to break down her walls.

She shimmies her hips, tossing her long hair over her shoulder, and I break.

Fuck the paperwork. I leave it behind and prowl across the bar, stalking her on silent feet. She's lost in the music, oblivious as I creep closer.

My arm slips around her from behind, anchoring her body to mine. Her curves fit against me like she was made for me.

"Memphis!" she gasps, startled, and stops dancing.

I press my lips to her ear, my hand sliding down her round belly. "Don't stop, Toto," I breathe, slipping my hand beneath the waistband of her pants, seeking the heat of her pussy. "You're going to dance for me while I take you to heaven."

"Memphis," she whispers, hesitation in her voice.

"Do it, Kylie," I growl, sinking my teeth into the side of her throat. "Come all over my fuckin' fingers while you sway those sexy hips to the beat."

She tenses before she surrenders to the music and my touch. We move together, her hips rolling seductively to the rhythm, her breathing heavy.

I'm lost in her, the way she trusts me with her body, the way she pants my name. She's a fucking goddess.

The rhythm of the music pulses in my veins as my hand works between her legs, my fingers sinking into her wet heat. I grind my thumb against her clit, pressing two fingers inside her tight hole to fuck her with them.

"Memphis, oh God, it feels so good."

"You have no idea what I want to do to you, princess," I growl, my lips against her throat, reveling in the taste of her skin.

"Tell me."

"I want to fuck you every way imaginable, Toto. I want to bend you over and claim that tight little asshole as mine. Tie you up and keep you coming on my cock until you pass out." I curl my fingers up to stroke her clit. "Doesn't matter how many times you beg for mercy. Until you're addicted to my cock, I won't have any for you."

The filthy words drive her wild, her body clenching around my fingers as she groans my name.

"No one else will even exist to you, Kylie. I'm all you'll think about, all you'll dream about." I drag my teeth down the tendon in her throat. "You and this little pussy will need me to survive."

"Memphis, please," she whimpers, barely able to keep dancing as she melts against me, sobbing in ecstasy. She loves my filthy mouth, loves the things I say to her…loves what I do to her. She may be innocent, but she was made for me in every way.

I place my lips against her ear, overwhelmed by how much she means to me, by how beautiful she is in this moment. And by how much I need her. "You're fucking beautiful, Kylie," I breathe against her skin. "So damn beautiful when you're lost in me like this."

She shatters apart in my arms, crying out my name as the orgasm rips through her body. "Memphis!" Her voice is ragged, desperate, the sweetest fucking sound I've ever heard.

I hold her tight against me, my fingers still buried deep inside her as she comes undone. I feel every tremor, every clench of her pussy gripping me like she never wants to let go.

Her head falls back against my shoulder, her dark hair spilling across my arm, emerald eyes closed in blissed-out ecstasy.

"Mm, Memphis," she says sweetly.

My chest grows tight, emotions swelling up inside me like a tidal wave.

"Jesus, princess," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" These feelings are foreign, ripped from a place deep inside me that no one else has ever touched. "I wasn't supposed to fall for you, but damn if you gave me a choice in the matter, Kylie. I'm fucking crazy about you."

"Memphis." she gasps, my name shaking on her lips as she spins to face me. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable as tears well up. "You don't mean that."

My heart aches as I hold her gaze, my voice steady, certain. "I do, Toto. My goddamn heart is yours. Has been for days."