Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(49)

"You look so serious Masterson." She looks jittery. "What is wrong with you? You've been in a crap mood all night."

I take the glass out of her hand, lean closely behind her, and place it down on the desk. That's when I catch a whiff of her hair, which smells like pure sunshine, and my dick gets brick hard. I wrap one of my hands loosely around the base of her warm throat feeling for her pulse. I can tell that she's holding her breath. It's intoxicating that I have this affect on her. She does the same to me. Heaven must be like this.

"Stop dancing for him," I say to her.

"For who?" She asks on an exhale with a look of feigned confusion across her face.

"You know who."

"Jagger?"

I cringe at the fact that she's even speaking his name out loud in my presence, and I'm amazed at how my body responds to hearing it. I want to kiss her so hard right now, that she'll never think or speak that name again.

"Yes." I hiss. "Him."

"What are you doing Roman?" She asks hesitantly. I recognize the fear mixed with want in her eyes. I know it well.

"I don't fucking know." I admit.

I continue with my exploration of Elizabeth, and pull her even closer as I rub my thumb leisurely across her jugular vein. I can feel the blood pulsing through it. She's staring at me now like a deer caught in the headlights, and it's turning my sick ass on.

After I made her come for me earlier, I was rendered speechless. I love pussy like the next man, but I could write sonnets about the way hers yielded to me. The addictive scent. The incredible taste. The power of her orgasm clenching onto my fingers for dear life. It was all I could do not to plunge my dick inside her next. So not two seconds after she came, I abruptly told her to get ready for the club, and I left the room to get my head together. She probably thinks I'm a psycho. I told her I don't come back for seconds to any woman, yet here I am again.

I fucking want seconds.

I lower my head down to her lips slowly, because I very much want to taste her right now, but I want to allow her a moment to make the decision. I'm always taking from women, dictating how the exchange of power between us will play out, but with Elizabeth I want something else. I want her total and utter submission, but I need her to want me too. If I'm going to slip down the rabbit hole, I need to know that she's falling right along with me.

Her tongue slides between her lips, and I am relieved that her body is finally relaxing. Maybe she does want this. I slide my hand around the side of her neck while I pull her in further and take her mouth. I softly bite her bottom lip, then lick the top, then once I feel and hear an almost indiscernible sound come from the base of her throat, I take that as an invitation to explore further inside of her mouth.

I am very familiar with the push and pull of a woman's body, her mind and her desire, and it's obvious that Elizabeth is torn with whether to give herself over again to whatever this is that's drawing us towards each other. She is totally in her head when it's clear as hell that her body should be leading the charge.

"I can't decide which is my favorite." I say in a voice so foggy and deep, that I don't even recognize it myself.

She breathes heavily. "What are you talking about?"

"Which part of your body. Your lips. Your eyes. Your ass. Or maybe these."

I start to brush my thumbs gently across her nipples and feel as they quickly pebble.

"Masterson–" She pleads.

Shit, I love it when she says my name like that. All breathy and soft, making my dick rigid and straining to burst through the zipper of my jeans. She's wearing a black strapless top, which I pull down underneath her breasts. I feel a sensation straight to my cock when I reveal her amazing tits. I go back to rubbing her nipples gently back and forth with my thumbs and as I feel her body tensing with desire, I pinch both of her nipples between my thumb and forefingers with just enough firm pressure that she gasps and leans forward towards me.

I know that I could push things further right now, but since I'm crossing all sorts of lines that could put me in deep shit a second time in one day, I've decided that I need to slow this down. I need to make sure that when it does happen between us, if it happens, that she is practically begging for it.

I need her to be sure that she wants this as much as I do.

"What do you want right this moment Duchess?"

"I ... don't–"

"You don't what?"

"I don't know." She exhales.

"Do you want me inside you?"

"Ummm–"

"Do you want me to stop?"

I'm still rubbing and tweaking her nipples. A few moments longer and I think I could manage to have her fall apart for me just by my handling of then. The faces she's making are a mixture of pain and pure pleasure. But like I said, I want her to steer the ship this time.