“Sam,” she breathed heavily. “What the hell are you doing? Don’t you know you can’t just lurk outside people’s broken doors?”
“What the fuck happened here?”
Sighing, she bent down and started cleaning up the largest pieces of glass on the ground, and it became clear that not all the glass was from the door.
“My mother is what happened.”
“She did all this?”
“No, but she invited the people who did.”
So, that answered that question. The anger inside me died just a little at the fact that she hadn’t invited this chaos into her life. But it surged once again when she bent over and started cleaning up the mess.
“Stop doing that,” I barked, stomping around the table, through the disaster on the floor.
“I can’t. In case you haven’t noticed, my house is a freaking mess!”
A gust of wind rushed through the house, sending a brisk chill that would turn this place into an icebox in a matter of hours. I tugged the drapes closed over the door, spinning on my heel when I heard the quick inhale from her sweet lips, followed by a gasp.
“What happened?” I asked, pulling her hand away from her chest, taking in the large gash across her palm. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Would you stop yelling at me? It’s not like I caused this mess!”
“No, but you shouldn’t be cleaning it up either,” I snapped.
At her glare, I grabbed her by the hip and hauled her over to the counter, shoving dishes aside to make room for her.
“Hey! Would you stop manhandling me?”
“No, because I need to clean up this cut. So, unless you want to end up in the ER, you’re going to let me take care of it!”
“Why don’t you just go away?” she hissed. “You didn’t even want to be here!”
“Yeah, well, now I am here, so deal with it!”
Her eyes narrowed at me as I pressed my hands to either side of the counter, crowding her before she could even think of jumping down and hurting herself further.
“Go ahead, Cass. Fight me. I know you want to,” I murmured, skating my lips along her neck.
She shivered at my touch, but kept her hands to herself.
As for me, I couldn’t seem to stay away no matter how hard I tried. Her scent was intoxicating, drawing me in when I knew I should stay away. All I wanted was to lay her out on the counterand feast on her, then bury my cock deep inside that sweet pussy.
“Sam,” her voice quivered. “What are you?—”
My lips slammed over hers, and my tongue delved deep into her mouth, dueling with her own. Fuck, every taste of her was like crack to an addict. I needed her, wanted her more than anything in this world. There was nothing better than her lips on mine and her hand gripping my cock.
“Touch me,” I growled. “Take out my cock.”
Fingertips trailed over my shirt, skating down to my pants. In a matter of seconds, my fly was open, and her hand was wrapped around my thickening length. Fuck, when she squeezed me, I thought I’d blow right then and there.
Growling, I nipped at her neck, all the way down to the swell of her breasts. My tongue laved over every inch of her perfect tits until I could no longer reach what I really wanted. Tearing her shirt up, I flipped the cups of her bra, taking a peaked nipple in my mouth and sucking hard.
Her hand tightened on my cock, jerking me harder. My hands were on her pants, tugging them down her legs in a matter of seconds. Her sweet pussy was right there waiting, spreading wide for me. And when I shoved two fingers inside her, the indecent moan that slipped from her lips nearly made me come right there.
“Faster,” she moaned, her hips jerking against my hand.
My cock was taking a beating as her fist jerked me harder and faster. I was so close to coming, nearly at the brink, when her body spasmed around my fingers and she gushed all over my hand.