Page 23 of Time Bomb
Fuck do I love the sound of that.
I realize I have my work cut out for me, though, because the woman gets inside her own head too much. The way she did on the drive to the restaurant. It’s why I’d been trying to distract her with my hand up her dress. I was the one shocked in the end.
No fucking panties.
I’d nearly dropped to my knees then and there to worship the woman who has claimed the fuck out of me.
“Not yet.” Hale looks frustrated as hell. “But we will.”
I see the look in his eye; he’s got a theory. “What are you thinking?”
But before he can answer, we’re interrupted. Or rather, Ophelia is.
“Ophelia?” A man approaches, and my body goes rigid. He smiles at her with too much fucking familiarity.
“Baxter.” Her jaw tenses, clenching tight, and Laken slides closer to Hale. Who is instantly on guard.
“I miss you.” He crouches next to her, placing a hand on her leg, rubbing it up and down her smooth flesh.
“Hands off,” I bite out.
He ignores me. Ignores the way Ophelia tries to shove his hand away. “I was hoping we could hook up again? The other night wasn’t nearly enough.” I understand exactly what he’s doing. The son of a bitch.
Gripping Ophelia’s chin, I turn her head towards me. Sliding my hand down her throat, I cover her mouth with mine, holding her in place. Exploring her mouth with my tongue as I position her more fully towards me.
Shoving my hand back under her dress, I give her that orgasm she was so desperate for before. Her sweet musk permeates the air around us, and she holds her breath, forcing the scream back down her throat.
Her body twitches and shakes as I slow the kiss down, allowing her to snap out of her daze before her eyes open to stare up at me. Her back is now turned to this Baxter asshole, and as she buries her heated face into my chest, my eyes meet his over her head.
“Take a fucking hike, man. She’s taken. For life.” My simmering rage tempts me to pop his head clean off his fucking shoulders.
“If I’d known she was such a slut, I wouldn’t have wasted my time,” he snaps, taking off. We both know that’s a lie. He’d have stuck to her like glue.
The same way I am.
Because a woman like Ophelia Montgomery is one you start wars over.
From the looks of it, I’ve just started one with this other man. He doesn’t need to worry, though. Because I’ll be finishing it too.
“That was hot.” Laken grins, fanning her face with her napkin as the server brings over our food.
Glancing around, no one seems to be the wiser that I just made my girl come in a roomful of people. “That was fucking beautiful,” I praise when she looks up at me.
I expected her rage, but the only thing I find is adoration and a desire for more. Oh yeah, I’ll be tying her up all fucking night long if I can elicit this sort of look from her more often.
“Promise you’ll give me more?” she begs, not caring that Hale and Laken can hear her.
“Everything you want.” Placing a gentle kiss on her lips, I fight back my lust. “Eat up, you’ll need the energy.”
By the time we’re done eating and having dessert, I can tell Ophelia is worked up by the way she’s fidgeting in her seat. We say goodnight to my brother and his wife, and I prop her into the cab of my truck.
I don’t utter a word, nor do I reach for her, despite my longing to drag her across the bench and bury my fingers up her tight little pussy and play her like a fiddle until she’s screaming my name.
Deciding to go to my place instead of hers, there’s a niggle of worry in the back of my mind about the douche from dinner. I don’t want her going home alone in case he knows where she lives.
Parking in the driveway, I help her out of the vehicle and guide her inside with a hand on her ass. As soon as the door is shut and locked, I have every intention of feasting on her slick cunt. Instead, she shocks me by dropping to her knees, ripping my pants apart, and sliding my dick between her greedy lips.
“Fuck, Philly,” I hiss, threading my fingers through her thick mane of hair, tugging gently so she’ll give me her eyes. “You’re a naughty girl.” She grins around her mouthful of dick.