Obsession (Magnetic Desires Book 4) (11 page)

Halfway to the hotel, she stopped staring out the window and curled into me. The tension inside me transformed with the heat of her body pressed to mine, and when she moved to straddle me, pressing her mouth to mine, her tongue darting between my teeth, I cradled her face in my palms and owned her lips, demanding and bruising. My frustration poured out of me in a way she understood.

My hand wrapped around her nape, I commanded her gaze. “I want you. You’re my woman, and that insanity back there is going to stop.”

“I’m not good at being anyone’s person.” She winced. “I’m not even good at being human. I don’t want to be your woman.”

She tried to push off my lap, but I captured her wrists. “You’re a terrible liar.” I leaned forward, imprisoning her between my body and the seat in front of us and slipped my hand inside her top to roll a nipple between my fingers. “You want it more than you want to breathe.”

As if in reply her upper body arched, her breath hitching in her throat. “You’re meant to hate me. You’re not supposed to want me back.”

The cab pulled up in front of the hotel, and I dragged her out of the car. She swayed unsteadily, and I tightened my hold on her waist as I led her into the lobby, and organized our room. There’d been a time when I wanted to hate her, to make it easier to be around her all the time. I hated not having her, and I hated how hard it was to be around her and not be with her, but hate her? I’d never been able to manage it.

Escorting her to the room, I swiped the key card and shoved it in my pocket before guiding her over to the bed. “Do you really want me to hate you?”

“No.” She sniffled and collapsed back on the bed. “But you should. It would be better that way.”

“So you never have to worry about being hurt.” I kicked my boots off, ripping my shirt over my head and stripping out of my jeans before climbing onto the end of the bed and dropping the condom I’d had in my pocket on the covers.

“I’m not a good bet for you to make. I’m a flight risk.”

“Seeing your father did a number on your head, that’s for sure.” I crawled up her body, one hand planted beside her head, while I ran small circles around her navel with a finger and dragged my mouth up her throat and chin to reach those plump lips, already parted, welcoming me in, no matter what she said. “I thought we’d established you didn’t have to be like that asshole.”

My tongue in her mouth was a promise of the way I would take her. Lingering and intense, while I claimed the moan deep inside her that only came out for me. Her body shimmied underneath me, and I trailed a digit down to the bottom of her skirt before smoothing my palm up the inside of her thigh, making her gasp.

“What are you doing?”

“I warned you. You think bat shit crazy things like that, I told you I’d fuck it right out of your head.” Peeling her arms from around my neck, I leaned back on my heels and wrenched the skirt from her hips. “Do you know how much you pissed me off, pretending you were going to go home with anyone other than me?”

“I should have.” Her voice was husky, drenched with need that belied her conviction.

Squeezing both hips, tension rolled through me, releasing on a feral growl that had me flipping her onto her stomach. “You want to stick to that story, I’ll take you over my knee. Should I give you a reason to remember why you won’t be fucking with me like that again?”

She bowed her head, her face in her hands. “How can I convince you to let me go when you always get what you want?”

“Not always.” I slipped my fingers between her thighs, my mouth watering while her panties grew wet at my touch. There had been a few times we’d played this game. Not her pushing me away, but before that when our lives had been so perfectly intertwined, where she’d pushed my buttons to see how far I’d let her go, before I’d need to remind her she belonged with me. My cock jerked at the thought of torturing her on a sensual level. The intensity of those nights filled my senses. She’d enjoyed them as much as I had. The first time I’d glimpsed her I knew she’d be my brand of perfect. “This isn’t a battle I intend to lose. Do you think you can lie to me about what you want, and I won’t be able to tell? There needs to be a punishment for that, don’t you think?”

“What are you going to do to me?” Glancing over her shoulder, inviting, her eyes grew huge, her pupils as big as saucers, she gasped as I dragged the bit of silk down her thighs. She rolled her pelvis, lifting up a little, her legs parting voluntarily to me, and I spread them further with my palms, flicking the top of my thumb over her swollen clit.

“I’m going to lick what’s mine, every sweet inch of it. And when you’re screaming my name, when you’re begging me to stick my tongue in your precious cunt, I’m going to eat you out, my tongue so far inside you, all you’ll be able to think about whenever you say my name from now on is how no one else makes you feel the way I do.”

Wrapping her hair around my fist, I lifted it off her nape, nibbling and licking my way down her spine, paying attention to each bump and dip. She raised a shoulder, her head angled to one side. “No one ever came close to you. I didn’t want them to.”

“But you tried.” I dragged my teeth along her shoulder, kissed the tip. “How many times did I have to watch you try and fail?”

“Too many.” She turned into me, stole my mouth to her own. “You should have been long gone.”

“Not a possibility, sexy legs.” I rolled her to her side, cupped her breasts in my palms and watched her nipples harden before flicking my tongue over each one. “You’ve always been mine. No amount of time and distance changes that.”

“Doesn’t it?” She whimpered, arching to press her tit firmer against my mouth, her palms locking me to her while I rocked the metal bar with my tongue until she was panting.

“Of course it doesn’t.” I dragged my teeth over her belly and dipped my tongue into her navel, squeezing her hips as she arched off the bed.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Try to remember that while you cum in my mouth.” The scent of her arousal, the heat of her, dragged me in as I lapped at her clit, darted my tongue over the lips of her pussy. “Try to remember that you don’t believe you belong with me.”

She shuddered as I dragged her leg over my shoulder, my mouth pressed to her slit. I dipped my tongue inside her over and over.

She cried out, her hips jerking, as I stroked her from pussy to clit, swirling my tongue around it until she ground against my face, her hands scrambling for purchase on mine. Wrapping her legs around my shoulders, I grasped her waist and bowed my head to explore each sweet inch with my mouth. “I never could get enough of this.”

I sucked her clit between my lips, tugged it gently with my teeth while she convulsed around me, and then I shoved my tongue deep inside her, claiming her in a way she would never forget, her taste in my mouth spilling into my senses.

When she came, I dragged her on top of me, while I grabbed the condom I’d dropped on the bed. She took it from me, tore it open with her teeth and took my cock in her palm. She gave a wicked smile while she stroked me harder, drawing me up to her, my already rock hard cock twitching in her hand. She’d always had that effect on me. One fucking look and I was hard for her. I didn’t even need her touch to get to the point of exploding. My instinct driving me to get inside her and fucking stay there.

Smoothing the condom down over me, she grasped my cock again and slowly seated herself until her heat surrounded me, her ass against my balls. I couldn’t fight the feral growl that rose in my chest, or the need to be on top, dominating her, protecting her with my body while I satisfied her every desire. She whimpered as I pushed her into the mattress underneath me, drew out of her, slammed in again over and over, my hands scraping over her skin, squeezing and kneading.

Capturing her mouth, our tongues tangoed, her moans belonging only to me. I slipped a hand between us, pinched her thigh, causing her to buck beneath me and take me deeper. Her nails dragged over my back, biting into my skin, leaving marks that would sting for hours to come. Fuck, she was already so close, and I wanted nothing more than to have her cum all over me, feel her tighten and contract around my cock while she orgasmed. I slipped my hand underneath her hips, spread her ass cheeks with my fingers and stroked the sensitive ring of muscles. Slamming into me, her body jerking hard, she cried out in my mouth as I pressed a digit into her ass. She came hard, screaming my name, screaming her pleasure for the entire hotel floor to hear. Letting everyone in the world know only I could do this to her. My chest swelled and I rammed into her over and over, keeping her on edge until she was sobbing, her breath dragging in and out like she’d run a marathon. Then I let go, let her body milk me dry, roaring out my own release.

Spent, we lay there, neither of us moving. Hell, I never wanted to move again. I kissed her mouth, her chin, her forehead, while her eyelids drifted closed. Then I rolled onto my side and pulled her into me. “Still want to tell me you don’t believe we belong together?”

“Tiger,” she mumbled. She twitched as she dozed off, too exhausted to answer me.

I squeezed her tighter, curled my legs up underneath her. I’d missed this. This moment right here where she would inevitably fall asleep before me, and I could hold her close, breathing in the smell of her cocoa and cinnamon shampoo, and the whole world would be right again, no matter what the day had brought. Today had been a shit storm in a teacup. All my plans had gone out the window, but this right here made it a perfect fucking day.

Mellie

“Umph.” I groaned and rolled onto my back, prying my eyelids open the bare minimum. A crystal chandelier hung above my head, and I blinked. I didn’t own a chandelier, or cream-colored walls, either. Come to think of it, this wasn’t my bed.

Glancing around, it became obvious by the ensuite off to the side and the layout that I was in a hotel room. I bolted upright, and scratched my head, my fingers getting tangled in my bird nest hair.

I’d taken off like a bat out of hell after the scene at Lola’s. Hadn’t even bothered to show up at Mike’s, too much in a hurry to run away from the man I hated, and all the reasons why. I’d drowned him out with quality scotch, but I hadn’t managed to lose the one person I’d really wanted to get away from. But then there weren’t many options for getting away from one’s self, were there?

I chewed my lip and stared at the ceiling. Probably wasn’t a good thing, thinking like that. I’d been an A grade bitch last night to the one person who understood my crazy. I’d wanted him to hate me, like I hated me, like I hated my father for reminding me of where I came from, who I was, no matter how hard I tried not to be. I’d taken the one relationship that really mattered to me and destroyed it because that’s what he’d taught me.

Thank God, by the time Mike had dragged me, or rather, carried me out of Casablanca, I was on the steady decline from off-my-ass drunk to merely inebriated.

“How are you feeling?” Mike shut the door softly behind him and shuffled across to the bed, where he plunked down and scooted a bag of croissants and a carry tray containing two coffees between us.

Wincing at the way my stomach rolled, I folded the covers around me. “I was awful last night, wasn’t I?”

He shrugged, the movement jerky. “I’ve seen worse.”

“Did I tell you anything?” I shuffled closer, popping the lid off the coffee and sniffing at it. “My father showed up. Lola invited him.”

“Yeah, I know.” He bit into a croissant, chewed on the mouthful. “She came by the house when she couldn’t get hold of you.”

“I better call her.”

“I already did, when I went to get breakfast. I told her you’d call in a day or two.”

“Thank you.” I buried my head in my hands and groaned. “Why the hell do I let him get to me?”

“Because you lost your entire family in a matter of weeks, and that man was a big part of why.” He took my hand and lightly squeezed it. “He was supposed to be there for you no matter what. He was a selfish asshole, but that isn’t on you. That’s all on him.”

“They all left me.” I shrugged, buried my thoughts in my coffee. “It shouldn’t matter, but seeing him makes me feel like I’m fifteen all over again.”

“But you’re not.”

“You left me, too.” I winced. The wound never fully healed, the ache was almost as fresh as it had been in those first few weeks without him.

He let go of my hand and rubbed the top of his head. “I went away for a couple of weeks. I didn’t leave you, and I didn’t have an affair. Will you ever be able to see that?”

“I get that you didn’t have an affair. I believe that. I saw things that weren’t there. But you were already gone before I came to that conclusion. We were living in the same house and I don’t think I’d ever felt so alone. It was like we were strangers. It hurt so much to see you turn away from me, to stop wanting me. And that was when you
did
come home.”

“I can’t change it,” he grumbled, folding in on himself. “All I can tell you is why, and hope you see I didn’t fucking want it to end that way.”

I pushed the blankets away and moved closer to him, grazing his jaw with my palm. He didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch. His chest rose and fell, his warm, even breath tickling my fingers. I was a hurricane of crazy and he never flinched away from me. “I’m never going to get over you, am I?”

He placed his hand over mine, his eyes widening, the lines around the edges deepening. “I hope not.”

All the running around I did. It never helped. I could never bury the way I felt about him deep enough, and I didn’t know what to do with that. “Truth is, you pushed me away. How long until you stop wanting me and push me away again?”

“How long?” He leaned closer, grazing the pads of his fingers over my cheekbones and tilting my face to his. My breath hitched and I darted my tongue over my lip, suddenly parched. The slight tension in his hands cradled my face. I tried to drag my gaze from his but he held me there, trapped. His voice was rough, whispering over my nerve endings and setting off a million tiny electric charges beneath my skin. “How long am I going to want you?”

“I don’t know. Not long enough.” The words scraped my throat as they slipped from me, tearing at my tear ducts and making me swallow hard against them.

He moved closer, if it was possible and yet not be consumed by the atmospheric crackle between us. Soft lips tickled mine, and my heart kicked in my chest. “You’re still assuming I stopped wanting you. That at some point I got enough of you. But you’re wrong.”

“Am I?”

He traced his fingers down the side of my neck, each blunt digit taking its own path. “Do you even know how you came to be known as Hurricane?”

“Because I’m crazy.”

“Crazy?” His mouth finally met mine with force, nipping my lip between his teeth, his tongue snaking over my captured flesh. “Yeah, you’re crazy, but that’s not why you’re called that.”

“Then why?” I breathed the words. Last night I’d convinced myself I knew why they’d called me Hurricane. It had made so much sense to push Mike away, before he got caught up in the storm. Before I destroyed him, destroyed what we had left.

He gripped my hips, dragged me into a straddle on his lap, forcefully pulling my legs around him while he devoured me.

He massaged the knots along the nape of my neck in a circular motion. “The first time I took you to Wolf’s, I was talking to Angel about you, while you destroyed Wolf at pool. I don’t even remember what I was saying, but she could see you’d flipped my world around. That’s why we called you Hurricane. Because you’re a force of nature. One taste and a man’s world gets flipped around so hard he can never go back. Don’t you know that?”

“Are you kidding me?”

Pushing me down, he shifted over me and laced my throat with his mouth. “You caught me up, spun me around from the very first day. You’re a rush, sexy legs. You slammed into my life, and claimed me hard. I thought I had the one up on you with my demands, but you didn’t even flinch. You pulled me into your whirlwind and claimed me, your mouth wrapped around my cock while I drove you home.”

“Then I stayed, like a damn alley cat,” I whispered. “You let me stay.”

Hooking a digit into the sheet between us he tugged it down, exposing my breasts to his gaze. “I knew I was going to have you. There was something…”

“Lust.”

“More.” He flicked a nipple with his thumb, causing the nub to tighten. “You were the first girl I met who didn’t hide behind stupid games. There was no pretence in the way you owned up to what you wanted, and I was just fucking lucky it was me. You decided I was yours and you didn’t hold back. How could I not want that?”

“I’m pretty hard to ignore. And a little too easy to have.”

With a chuckle, he bent down and darted his tongue over the nipple he’d been playing with. “You’re anything but easy. But I never said I wanted that.”

“What do you want?” I arched off the mattress when he sucked the bar, rolling his tongue over the metal.

Then he started a slow descent over my ribcage. The wings of a butterfly couldn’t have been lighter than his lips on my skin. Each brief flare of heat over my belly was accompanied by the covers slipping lower. My nerves prickled, the slide of soft cotton almost torturous as he moved unbearably slow. Fingers tangled in his hair, I clung to the only solid thing in my shifting world.

He dragged the sheet from my legs, his gaze drifting over them to settle on my pussy. One rough digit scraped over my belly to my thighs. Air rushed from my lungs and my legs parted of their own accord. He hovered there, while my pussy screamed at him to touch her, just once, and then again, over and over and forever. I rolled my hips in an effort to find the contact I desperately craved.

It finally came, a flick of his finger against my throbbing clit. So brief, so light, it was barely a caress, but I bucked, a whimper tearing from me. It wasn’t enough, only charged the ache that much more.

Staring down at me, he grinned and slipped a digit inside me. “What I’ve always wanted. You, barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen.”

“You do all the cooking,” I murmured, lost in the sensation of his touch.

Another finger joined the first, hooked inside me and stretched me out. “There’s other places I want you, too.”

“There always were.” My hips undulated to his strokes, obeying his commands. “But it wasn’t enough.”

“We’ll get to that. It’s not the kind of conversation I want to have while I’m trying to show you exactly how much I’m going to want you for the rest of my life. Now spread those sexy legs of yours for me.”

How could I not, when his gaze heated me through, making me so hot I wanted to shed my skin? My thighs, a slippery slide from his finger fucking, wanted nothing more.

With one hand, he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, and I pushed them and his boxers down off his hips. His rock hard cock jutted proudly between us and I scraped my nails over the hard length before squeezing it in my palm. It pulsed, hot in my hand, a drop of pre cum glistening on the tip. My mouth dry, I darted my tongue over my lips and glided my hand over the head of him, slicking my palm before dragging it up and down his erection. He grit his teeth and wrapped his hand around mine, forcing me still. “I want you so fucking much that even your hand around my cock drives me crazy, and that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

He settled over me, his hands in my hair, his cock nudging against my slit, and I squirmed, trying to draw him inside. My palms cupping his ass, I pressed into him and groaned, “I want you.”

“I know you do. Don’t think I hesitate because I don’t want to feel you bare against me, but we’re not ready for that yet.” He reached for his pants, and brought his hand back with a condom between two fingers. “We have a lot of ground to cover today, and for who knows how long before that’s an option. Right now, it doesn’t matter how much I want you in my bed every night, under my roof, carrying my brat in your belly. I’m not going to risk it until I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

I winced, a tear in my soul opening under the weight of his words. He’d told me he wanted me, taken me higher in the few days we’d been flirting around the edges of this broken hearts disaster and these were the words he chose to tell me how much he really wanted me. Maybe he didn’t even know it. The knife edge of both pain and pleasure bloomed in my gut. Right then and there I wanted nothing more than to give in, but the effects of last time flared.

Blinking, I cleared my throat. “Don’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?” He rolled away from me to kick out of his pants and strip his T-shirt over his head, sheathing himself before spooning me to his chest.

I could feel his hardness laid out against my slit. My core throbbed with want, so many needs that he’d filled, until he hadn’t. I trembled. He was doing it all over again, filling the holes in me and turning the tide of crazy that whirled through my soul without him. “Because I want to believe you.”

Brushing the hair from my nape, he pressed his mouth to my shoulder. “You want to because you know it’s right. You and I, we’re fucking perfect together.”

“Maybe.”

He parted my legs with his knee and slipped inside me inch by inch, pushing an arm underneath me to squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers while his other trailed down to rub my clit in torturously slow circles. “Waking up with you, like this, was always high on my list of priorities. The days we didn’t were almost guaranteed to be shit. Do you know how many shit days I’ve had without you?”

I moaned, his digits sending waves of heat through me, accentuated by the full, deep thrusts of his dick.

“All of them. Every damn one.” He pulled back, plunging hard, the whole bed moving underneath us, my hips jerking forward with the force.

I cried out his name, gripped his hips to pull him firmly against me, the ache so deep, I couldn’t get enough of him. Squirming on his cock, I begged for more, and he rolled me beneath him, dragging my ass up in the air to slam into me again and again. All the while he tortured my clit into an orgasm that thundered through me and had me cumming hard on his cock, squeezing his release from him as if I needed it to survive. His legs and arms twitched as he took us back to our sides, his deep purr of satisfaction rumbling through his chest.

I lay in his arms for a long time. Everything he said, everything he did, screamed for me to let him in. To not hesitate. The same way it had when we’d first started out. But it wasn’t enough for me anymore. Turning to him, I rested my head on his shoulder, my lips pressed to the side of his throat. “I want to go home, Mike.”

“Okay.” He pressed me closer. I could feel his heart pumping beneath my hand. “I got my truck. I’ll drop you at your car.”