Page 15 of Untouchable
A cold wind blows heavily with the rain, and time slows to a screeching halt.
Ox cups my face in his hand and stares down at me with love in his eyes. “The second I saw you, I knew you were the one. I knew I had to protect you from everyone and everything. When you asked me to leave, I left, but I didn’t want to. Every second of the past two weeks, I’ve thought about you and imagined you next to me. I couldn’t take it anymore.” He pushes back my soaking hair. “I’m not leaving, little one. You don’t want me in the house, fine. I’ll sleep in the truck and piss in the woods. But this, with us, it’s real and I’m not giving up on it.”
Swallowing hard, I stare up at the man in the drenched t-shirt and decide once and for all to let go.
I tip up onto my toes and lean against his lips, kissing him with wild fervor until his tongue is wrapped around mine and his hands are exploring me in the wet, pouring rain.
He leans me back against the side of his truck and blocks me in. “Tell me you need this as badly as I do.”
I blink up at him, wicking away heavy drops of water. “You’re all I thought about. I hated every minute you were gone. My body ached for you, Ox.”
“Then say it. Tell me you need me. I need to hear you say it.”
My clit thrums and my panties soak with desire. “I need you. I need you to touch me like you did, talk to me like you did, hold me like you did.”
“I didn’t scare you?”
I shake my head. “God, no! I loved it!”
He grips my face in his massive hand and sinks into my lips, massaging his tongue against mine as though he’s been starved for too long.
My heart beats harder and harder, and there’s an ache between my legs that needs to be erased.
Ox bends and lifts me into his arms, carrying me toward the trailer, and though I know what we’re about to do will be complicated, I can’t see any way around it.
This big, tall, inked brute is mine and I can’t wait for him to make me his.
Chapter Six
Ox
I strip off Jo’s wet clothes as we stand in a soaking puddle on the kitchen floor. The trailer smells like fresh fruit and vanilla. It’s confirmed when I see the cake she’s baked in a display case on the counter.
These are the details I can’t wait to learn. I need to know everything. What she likes, what she eats, how she drinks her tea.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her cheeks blush. She’s so fucking beautiful. Perfection.
Leaning in, I sweep my lips across hers. It’s not a soft kiss. It’s rough and feral. It’s a claiming that I’ve been aching for since we stopped the other day. Maybe a good man would give her space, give her time to talk to her sister, wait it out until she’s in a better place.
I’ve never been a good man.
When our clothes have been stripped to the ground, I squeeze her ass and pull her into my chest.
I want to spend all night petting and caressing her, but I don’t have the self-control needed for that right now. I’ve been pent up for weeks. I need her.
Lifting her frame up onto the kitchen counter, I angle her back and scrape my teeth along the edges of her thigh and over her pussy. When she jerks, I lean in and cover her clit with my mouth, sucking hard.
Her curved frame shakes as she whines.
I dig two fingers inside and prepare her for me. I want her soaking wet. I want her desperate.
My jaw locks as I lick and suck, tasting the sweet juices she’s made. I’m not sure a man has ever been so lucky.
Jo’s fingers tug my hair, and she moans and grinds against my face. Every muscle in her body is tense and her lips are open, gasping for air. When I’m sure she’s about to come, I lift her off the counter, tossing her onto the edge of the couch.
“Be a good girl and bring that little pussy here for me.”
Her thighs are shaking and spread wide as her mouth hangs open. Her pussy is a soft shade of pink and she’s slick with fluid. It’s a sight I want to remember forever.