The One That I Want (Scorned Women Society Book 3) Piper Sheldon (classic books for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

But there was no more time for talking. There was only one thing left to do: to kiss the hell out of that man.

Sanders

There was no doubt in Roxy’s kiss. No hesitation. I kissed her back, her tongue flirting with mine, as I walked her back to the wall.

I’d missed these lips. I’d wanted this woman for forever. Before I even knew her, I needed her. The thought struck me so hard it would have taken my breath away if she wasn’t currently breathing new life into me. Her lips. Her touch. It all gave me life. A desire to be here. Be more. I understood now what she thought was at risk, that’s what made this moment all the more valuable.

My thoughts were a tangle of warring desires. I couldn’t rush this. I couldn’t slow down. I wanted to respect her and take things slow. I wanted to make her scream my name as I licked and tasted her. My hands were on her hips, stuck in place with indecision. My fingers restlessly worked the soft material of her dress.

I pulled away to take a breath, to check and see where her head was at. When I found her gaze, it burned with the same heat that ignited me from the inside out.

Okay, man, breathe.

My forehead dropped to hers. My whole body shook. I realized my hands were still at her hips, tugging her dress until I could palm handfuls of the material without meaning to. It stretched tight across her ass, revealing the tops of her stockings high on her thighs. I leaned back to confirm that they were indeed edged in black lace and bit my lip to keep from groaning at the sight. Panting, lips even more swollen than normal, Roxy blinked up at me through her lashes. If she noticed her fringe was a mess, she didn’t worry about fixing it this time.

“I like those.” I let go of her dress to drag a finger up the silky stockings clinging to her legs.

I was rock hard and had to shift to ease the pressure against my belt. Her gaze followed the action.

“Oh yeah?” A small smile crept up her lips up as she grabbed the hem of her skirt. Instead of fixing it lower like I expected, she slowly lifted both sides to reveal delicate black clasps and a garter belt. She stopped lifting just short of what I wanted to see the most.

“Holy shit.” I bit my fist.

She moaned as I came back to kiss her more. More like attacked her. She had just enough time to drop the skirt and grab my hands before our mouths met again. Our clasped hands lifted above her head, the backs of mine pressing into the rough rocks of the building. It had the added bonus of causing her body to arch into mine.

I ground my body against hers and she hooked a leg behind me to push my hardness against her with a moan. Only our gasping breaths filled the night. The soft shuffle of our clothes rubbing restlessly against each other.

She smelled and tasted amazing. I never wanted this to end. Never. I would figure out how to work with my face on hers.

The heavy metal door to our left squeaked loudly against the quiet night.

Vincent walked out and I stepped back instantly. She straightened and shifted her dress back down, discreetly wiping her mouth. I glared up at the sky. Come on.

“Roxy?” he called out.

We were a few feet apart by the time he spotted us. I braced the wall with one arm, slightly turned away, pretending to observe the trees surrounding us, but mostly trying to hide the evidence of what we’d been doing. He would definitely see.

I glanced over my shoulder to find Vincent looking between us with a raised eyebrow. Roxy strode toward him smoothly, twisting her hair up into a bun as she went.

“What’s up?” she asked coolly.

I turned back to the forest and wiped my face. Her taste still filled my mouth. My body was rock hard and wound up, humming like a running motor.

“The DJ needs another mic, is there a backup somewhere?” Vincent asked.

“Sure. In the back room, I’ll show you.”

I let out a breath. I had hoped after our talk that she had finally begun to trust me but it was obvious we were back to the same old story. We’d get close. She’d pull away. She’d say sorry later. I wished we could just go back to that first night and start all over. Just let me go back to the beginning to do it right the first time. I should have never let her go. Instead, it felt like the closer we grew, the further she pulled away.

I still looked out into the trees, a darkness threatening to take over. The first hint of acid churned in my throat when her hand rested on my shoulder.

“Hey, Colonel?”

When I turned to meet her, I found her smiling shyly at me.

“Busy tomorrow?” she asked.

“Tomorrow?” My thoughts scrambled to catch up. “Sunday? No. Wide open. Free as a bird.”

“Good,” she said. “Let’s hang out.”

“Hang out. Yup. Sounds good.”

She bit back a grin and walked away.

I looked to the sky again. This time I grinned.

Chapter 19

Roxy

The forest floor was easily thirty feet down. The only thing that stood between me and certain bone breaks was the flimsy harness wrapped around my hips like an oversized diaper.

“I don’t think this is what Vincent had in mind when he told me to trust people,” I said.

“Sure it is.” Sanders smiled at me.

It was Sunday afternoon and the sun sparkled through the canopy of the tall pines. Though I preferred to enjoy trees much closer to the ground. Man wasn’t meant to be this close to heaven.

In preparation for MooreTek’s arrival tomorrow, Sanders suggested we go explore a local zip-lining company and discuss the logistics of liability. Sanders also