hated it, but for the life of him, he could think of no way to fix it. His conscience and his lusts were tearing him apart to the point that here he was; sitting silently in her room, staring at her, because he couldn’t have her any other way.
Her slender body was stretched out on the mattress, one arm bent over her stomach, the other laying at her side. Her thighs were parted, her bare mound glistening. Damn, did she stay wet? His body throbbed at the thought. He stifled his groan, rubbing his hands over his face, denying the need to shed his soft sweat pants and crawl into the bed with her. His cock demanded it, his head refused, and his heart was torn. How do you fuck the woman you spent eight years protecting and raising? What kind of pervert did that make him? He leaned back in the chair, watching her painfully.
He used to do this when she was a child. Knowing when the nightmares would come and wanting to be there for her if they did. He’d had none of these thoughts then. No lust for her. She had curled innocently in her bed, sleeping while he tried to protect her. She had been so damned tiny as a child. Still was. With those big blue eyes and all that hair. He had loved her the minute Annie had brought her to the door that day. When had it changed?
He couldn’t pinpoint the day he had started lusting after. He knew it hadn’t begun before her eighteenth birthday, but he knew when it started it had been hard and quick. He remembered the day he realized it. Right after her graduation, at the pool with her friend Lexia. He had looked at her, a brief glance out the doors of his study, and lust had consumed him. It had been all he could do to keep from stalking out to her, picking her up and thrusting into her then and there. And it had gotten worse since then.
“Cade?” Her sleepy voice was questioning as his gaze met her heavy lidded expression.
She didn’t jump to cover herself, didn’t seem to care that she was naked and he was hard, hurting with his need. Her blue eyes were dark, her lips full and sensual. Her nipples hardened as his gaze centered on them, puckering for him, the sweet mounds of her breasts hardening. His mouth went dry.
“Did you get off?” He growled, unable to get away from the anger of her earlier words to him.
Lora Leigh
Marly’s Choice
56
“Not unless you count masturbation.” Her voice was amused, but soft and sweet with drowsiness. “Does that count, Cade?”
He swallowed tightly. Then his breath left his throat as her fingers, slender and graceful caressed the flesh between her thighs.
“That counts,” he growled, moving quickly to forestall her movements. Her hand lay under his, the humid heat of her body like a brand to his fingers.
“Want to help me?” Her voice was thicker, smoky and hauntingly sexy. His index finger lay impossibly close to her clit. He swore he could feel the little knot of nerves throbbing. He was nearly laying beside her now, staring down at her, helplessly caught in the glittering sensuality she exuded.
“I want to eat you up.” He heard the catch in her breath; saw the sharp rise of her breasts as excitement flared inside her. “But I can’t.”
Why? Why? The question tore through his brain, his body. His lust demanding a reason.
“You fucked my mouth until you came. You owe me.” Her hips rose against his hand, causing his finger to glance her clit. He felt it swell, harden. His erection throbbed at the reminder of her hot mouth. Tight and suckling him like she loved it. He wanted to close his eyes, remembering the hot pulse of his release, but he couldn’t look away from her. She licked her lips slowly.
“You think you have me, don’t you, Marly?” His hand cupped her, pushing her hand back, covering the entire area of her silken, soaked cunt. “You think you can dominate me, make me heel.”
“No, Cade,” she protested on a breathless cry as he tightened his grip on her, enough to make her clench with pleasure.
Her slender body was stretched out on the mattress, one arm bent over her stomach, the other laying at her side. Her thighs were parted, her bare mound glistening. Damn, did she stay wet? His body throbbed at the thought. He stifled his groan, rubbing his hands over his face, denying the need to shed his soft sweat pants and crawl into the bed with her. His cock demanded it, his head refused, and his heart was torn. How do you fuck the woman you spent eight years protecting and raising? What kind of pervert did that make him? He leaned back in the chair, watching her painfully.
He used to do this when she was a child. Knowing when the nightmares would come and wanting to be there for her if they did. He’d had none of these thoughts then. No lust for her. She had curled innocently in her bed, sleeping while he tried to protect her. She had been so damned tiny as a child. Still was. With those big blue eyes and all that hair. He had loved her the minute Annie had brought her to the door that day. When had it changed?
He couldn’t pinpoint the day he had started lusting after. He knew it hadn’t begun before her eighteenth birthday, but he knew when it started it had been hard and quick. He remembered the day he realized it. Right after her graduation, at the pool with her friend Lexia. He had looked at her, a brief glance out the doors of his study, and lust had consumed him. It had been all he could do to keep from stalking out to her, picking her up and thrusting into her then and there. And it had gotten worse since then.
“Cade?” Her sleepy voice was questioning as his gaze met her heavy lidded expression.
She didn’t jump to cover herself, didn’t seem to care that she was naked and he was hard, hurting with his need. Her blue eyes were dark, her lips full and sensual. Her nipples hardened as his gaze centered on them, puckering for him, the sweet mounds of her breasts hardening. His mouth went dry.
“Did you get off?” He growled, unable to get away from the anger of her earlier words to him.
Lora Leigh
Marly’s Choice
56
“Not unless you count masturbation.” Her voice was amused, but soft and sweet with drowsiness. “Does that count, Cade?”
He swallowed tightly. Then his breath left his throat as her fingers, slender and graceful caressed the flesh between her thighs.
“That counts,” he growled, moving quickly to forestall her movements. Her hand lay under his, the humid heat of her body like a brand to his fingers.
“Want to help me?” Her voice was thicker, smoky and hauntingly sexy. His index finger lay impossibly close to her clit. He swore he could feel the little knot of nerves throbbing. He was nearly laying beside her now, staring down at her, helplessly caught in the glittering sensuality she exuded.
“I want to eat you up.” He heard the catch in her breath; saw the sharp rise of her breasts as excitement flared inside her. “But I can’t.”
Why? Why? The question tore through his brain, his body. His lust demanding a reason.
“You fucked my mouth until you came. You owe me.” Her hips rose against his hand, causing his finger to glance her clit. He felt it swell, harden. His erection throbbed at the reminder of her hot mouth. Tight and suckling him like she loved it. He wanted to close his eyes, remembering the hot pulse of his release, but he couldn’t look away from her. She licked her lips slowly.
“You think you have me, don’t you, Marly?” His hand cupped her, pushing her hand back, covering the entire area of her silken, soaked cunt. “You think you can dominate me, make me heel.”
“No, Cade,” she protested on a breathless cry as he tightened his grip on her, enough to make her clench with pleasure.
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