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

couldn’t stop him if I tried. His fingers explored me more. Goose bumps rose in his wake. He lowered his head and blew on my nipple.

It pulled tight, almost painful, with the desire for more contact.

I looked down to find him studying my body’s reaction to his touch. I let out a long breath and looked up to the roof. I would let myself have this.

“So sexy.” He moved to my hip to examine another flower that wrapped around my waist. “So responsive.”

He kissed lower and lower. Neck to collarbone to breast. Then rib cage and belly. He reached the point where my hips arched off the seat, closer to his mouth. His mouth was on me in that instant. Licking, sucking, coaxing toward a peak I was desperate to reach.

He paused to kiss my inner thighs and the sensitive skin all around. Delaying the inevitable climax I was so close to.

“I’m crazy about you, Roxy. I’m crazy about every single inch of you. I’m dying to explore it all. Every glimpse feels like a gift. I’m devoted to you. I’m hopeless. You’ve made me this way.”

“Sanders.”

He lowered again and my hands gripped his head as he worked. Ever the gentleman. Licking and sucking as a finger slid in and curved just enough to have me arching up again.

My hands gripped tighter, he groaned a pleased sound and worked with more intention. I felt sexy and in control even though I was the naked one writhing against the mouth of this man. I couldn’t sit still as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. My body tried to crawl back, the sensations were too much. He matched me inch for inch until he was kneeling between the seats.

As the orgasm took over, my arms flung out, and I rode the wave grinding on his face as he slowed and eventually withdrew.

Sanders sat up, licked his lips, and grinned at me. It was the cockiest of all his cocky grins. “Good?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes before grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Sanders, let’s go back to my place,” I said, holding his gaze.

His smile waned a little. “We don’t have to. This was enough for me—”

“Sanders, I don’t want to wait anymore. We’ve wasted enough time. Take me home.”

He swallowed. “Okay.”

I grabbed the extra shirt and workout pants from the gym bag and slid into them, sans underwear. As I climbed into the front seat, his hand smoothed over my bottom. A second later I felt a gentle bite on the meatiest part.

I squealed and fell forward.

“Sorry. I could only take so much,” he said.

“Feel better?” I called over my shoulder.

“A little.”

When he’d climbed to the front seat, I asked, “Ready?”

He swallowed and nodded. “You have no idea.”

Chapter 23

Sanders

Roxy drove us back to her apartment in what might be the longest car ride in the history of humankind. I wanted her. I was so tense it felt palpable in the air. I didn’t want to be a regret to her. I didn’t want her to hate me later. I wanted … everything from her.

Then her hand crossed over the shifter to reach for mine. I grabbed it immediately and squeezed, rubbing my thumb over the back of hers.

“Sanders?” she asked as she put the car into park. “Is there something on your mind?”

“A thousand things,” I answered honestly.

I wasn’t the one to overthink. I was the one to jump in and run and run until I couldn’t catch my breath. I didn’t want to be like that anymore. I wouldn’t screw this up.

“Do you want to come up still?” she asked.

“More than anything,” I said. She turned to face me. “I just don’t want to be a regret. I would rather have only a taste of you and nothing more for the rest of my life than have you look at me with regret.”

“I want this. I trust you,” she said simply. “And finally I trust myself to know what I want.”

I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, anchoring her to me with a hand behind her head, so afraid to let go.

When we pulled apart a few minutes later, she blinked up at me with heavy eyes.

“Let’s go up,” I said.

She grinned at my demand, heat flaring behind her dark eyes. She wanted this. I had always wanted this. Now we were on the same page. I had been given a chance to show her all that I felt for her and I wasn’t going to waste it.

It took a lifetime to climb the stairs to her place. It took a millennium for her to get the door open. The moment the door closed and dead bolted, she was on me. I smiled against her mouth.

“Hello,” I mumbled against her in between breaths.

“Hi,” she said.

“What do you need, Roxy?” I asked.

I wanted to make her happier than I’d ever made anyone. I was dying to be inside her. My body shook with the barely restrained desire coursing through my blood.

“Just you,” she said.

She took me by the hand and led me down a short hall. The walls were probably covered with pictures. There were probably rooms with furniture. I didn’t give a shit about any of it. I only saw Roxy as she glanced at me over her shoulder and led me to her bedroom.

I was the most important man in the world. I had to be, to deserve her. I wanted her to feel as cherished as she deserved, as perfect as she was in my eyes. No, not perfect, fully human and multifaceted and strong and beautiful. Better than perfection in her reality.

I would take my time with her. I would make her come over and over after hours of foreplay, worshiping every inch of her body as she was meant to be.

“Sanders?” I blinked up to find her sprawled out on the bed and beckoning. “Take off your pants and get over here.”

That worked too.

I pulled off