"Fuck baby come here." I drew her to me, her body was shaking and her breathing was shot. "It's okay I've got you."
"Please don't be mad at me." Her voice usually so bold and in your face, was weak and tinny.
"Ssh baby I'm not mad at you I was just scared okay."
She nuzzled her face into my neck like a kitten seeking love and attention.
"Kevin?"
Don't do it Jackson, it's a shit fuck thing to do, she's just a kid; you'll mess your whole life up don't...
Her lips touched the skin of my neck right where my pulse beat wildly. My cock grew and I just followed instinct.
It was the sweetest kiss I'd ever shared with a human being, deep, hot and sexy. Our tongues played together; there were no awkward moves, our breathing cooperated, and when her fingers crept into my hair I drew her closer, fitting her body just where I needed to feel her.
"Fuck!" I pulled my mouth away and looked down into her beautiful confused eyes.
"We can't do this."
"I'm pretty sure we just did."
Shit, she would use my own words against me.
"Let's get you home babe."
That night was the beginning of my hell on earth; that little girl gave pain in the ass a whole new meaning. Whenever we were alone, she did everything in her power to get my attention. But I was adamant that our one kiss was a heat of the moment mistake not to be repeated.
In the last month she's touched, brushed up against and accidentally flashed me, more times than I can count. Now she was changing up the act. Tonight I'm being treated to the silent treatment, I have to say I didn't like it one bit. She's been on the phone with some kid that my traitor of a sister introduced her to. Some overgrown asshole that had designs on what was mine.
Hold it...back the fuck up...no fuck that.
"Hang up the phone."
She looked up at me and held her finger up in the wait a minute gesture, before laughing into the phone. I don't know what came over me and who's to say where my self-control went.
I knew where her phone went though, right into the wall behind her head.
She jumped up from the couch to confront me, but it was the wrong day for that; there was no give in me, she'd pushed me too far.
"What the hell is your problem?" As if she didn’t fucking know the little cock tease, but hey, I’ll play along.
"I said get off the fucking phone." I towered over her breathing fire, I was at the end of my fucking rope here; the kid had finally done it.
"That's none of your concern."
"That's where you're wrong; everything you do is my damn concern." That seemed to piss her off for some reason and she flounced away from me before turning back to me spitting with fury.
"I'm more than just your damn job; I can talk to anyone I want to and you can't stop me."
"Try it."
"You're being an asshole."
"Right back at you."
"Oh I get it."
And then she brought out the big guns.
"You don't want me but no one else can have me is that it?"
"Stop pushing Danielle, nothing good can come from this."
"Why not?"
"Because you're who you are and I'm who I am."
"Bullshit, your family is one of the original settlers to our nation; you could buy and sell my dad ten times over so what exactly is the problem?"
"I'm not the man for you, I don’t do spoilt little girls."
She stumbled back like I'd slapped her and it took all my strength not to reach out to her, to take back every harsh word; but what good would that do? I couldn't give her what she wanted, couldn't take what I so desperately wanted to.
She seemed to regroup right before my eyes.
"Fine, then I'm calling Drew back and we're going to find somewhere private and away from you so he can screw my brains out."
I honestly don't know how my hand got around her throat, or how the other was wrapped around her hair.
"Over my dead body."
"You...can't...stop...me."
"Wrong answer."
Chapter 4
I'm going to hell; that's all I kept thinking as I took her mouth roughly. I didn't kiss her like she was the young daughter of the president of the United States; I kissed her like what she was. The object of my desire, the woman I'd been lusting after for the past few weeks.
She melted into me like she was starved for my touch, her body wrapped around mine. Even as my conscience begged me to stop I didn't, couldn't, and those little fuck me noises she made only made me want to devour her.
Clothes were shed while our mouths stayed fused together, it's as though she thought if she stopped kissing me long enough I might change my mind, but that wasn't about to happen.
"Danielle, look at me...are you sure? Be very sure little one."