Inside the room I shared with her from day one, I push her down on the bed and kneel between her legs.
“I need to lick you and suck on your clit until you come in my mouth. Christ, I love the taste of your pussy.”
Something shifted tonight. The way she defended me. Now she really feels like she’s mine.
And she must feel it, too, or she wouldn’t be sitting here tempting me with her wet cunt. Me, that horrible person she saw. I told her about that guy. But seeing the visual is another dimension.
I think about that asshole Pierce, and how he must have felt seeing her in a dress that he bought, knowing I’d be taking it off her tonight. She knew what she was doing. And fuck, that gets me even harder.
That man could have ruined this woman, made herlack trust. But she opened up to me. To us. I love making her eyes turn hazy with lust and her ears turn pink as arousal swims in her veins.
I lift her up and put her down on my lap. “Does my cock feel good? Is your pussy throbbing, rubbing against my hardon?”
“It’s so damn good.” She pushes her forehead into mine, dark pupils blown wide. “You better fuck me, husband. I can’t stand it.”
I thought maybe all I could give her was sex, but this feels different. I’m not just shoving her down and fucking her. I want to make it last. Drive her crazy. Make her feel good. Make her want me even more. Like I want her.
But I’m having a crisis of conscience. “Scarlett, look at me and listen to me,” I say, my voice low.
“I’m listening. Not sure how long I can look. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Cormac, it hurts.”
“Oh, baby. I feel the same way.” I crash my mouth against hers, and we spend a few seconds savagely kissing. I pull back, breathing heavily. “But there’s more. I have to be honest with you. You’re so good at tracking me and studying me, I can’t keep it from you anymore.”
“What…” She gulps a breath. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying, I don’t want you to leave. Ever, if you think you can stand me for a few decades.”
I’ve only known Scarlett since August. It’s December, so that’s what, four months? Fuck, Darragh had Ana in his house for two weeks, and he fell for her. I needed more time than that. I’m too damaged.
I can’t believe this started as some hot and dirty one-night stand and turned into a hot and dirty fake marriage that I’m about to complicate with the L word.
“Scarlett, I…”
“I love you, Cormac,” she beats me to it.
I bow my head. Hearing her declare her love when sheknows what I did to Ana, my greatest shame, is incomprehensible.
I’m too worked up to further confess that I’ve been out on the street killing people. My last secret.
“Damn it,” I grumble and then flip her onto the bed facedown. “You are getting fucked so hard for that.”
“Are you sure you want to keep me?” She grinds into the mattress, watching me undress over her shoulder.
“You are the one for me. I want you in my life. My bed.” I unbutton the shirt, my blood thrumming hot through my veins. “Everywhere, Scarlett. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you.”
“Me too, Cormac.”
As soon as I’m naked and on top of her, I rub my throbbing dick against her ass.
“God, Scarlett.” I soak her cheeks with my precum, marking her. “I need to fuck you so badly. It’s all I think about.”
I’m not lying. I crave her in a way I don’t quite comprehend. It’s deep in my blood. Restlessly rattling the marrow of my bones.
“Cormac, I can never be your student again,” she announces.
“That will be avoided.”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you either.” She breathes. “I’m lucky if I get a C in your class.”