Inheriting a SECRET (Corrigan & Co. Book 7) Read Free

screen up. “Ready to play
with fire, Cat?”
    * * *
    Darcy
    Damn him and that
stupid nickname. I want to hate it, but I kind of love it. And I love
that he wants me too much to wait. I lick my bottom lip, and see him
swallow hard as his eyes track my tongue. I am ready to play, so I bite it gently, and he doesn’t try to disguise
his moan.
    We meet in the middle
of the seat, and attack each other. There’s no other way to
describe it. We’re both fighting for dominance as we kiss, lick,
and bite. First lips, and then we open for each other, and it’s
tongues. I suck on his tongue, running my teeth lightly over it, and
he pulls back to look at me.
    “I can’t wait until
you do that to my cock.”
    “How do you know I
will?”
    He licks up the column
of my throat, and then back down again, biting lightly on the place
where my neck meets my shoulder. I whimper, and lean back as he moves
his mouth lower.
    “I hope you will.”
    I want to. Dear God, I
want my mouth on him. I reach down to palm him through his pants, and
feel his hands move from my hair to my zipper. He pulls it down
slowly, growling as I squeeze his hard length. He’s not the biggest
I’ve ever had, but I’m already half in love with what I’m
feeling. And I haven’t even seen it yet.
    My dress is peeled down
and then his mouth is moving over my sheer white bra. The friction of
the fabric between my nipple and his tongue has me almost coming. He
bites down, and then smiles.
    “You’re so fucking
responsive.”
    “You’re so good at
this,” I reply, and then stop in the middle of pulling his zipper
down.
    My brain has just
caught up with my body. He is good at this. Because he’s done it so often. I’m no shy virgin,
but it still hurts a little to know it’s not me making him crazy
with lust. It could be any woman here with him, even though I’ve
never reacted to another man like this. I need to stop, no matter how
good it feels.
    I’m so lost in my
pity party, that I don’t notice he’s stopped and is looking at
me. “Where did you go, Darcy?”
    “I was just realizing
that I’m not special, and that this is just normal for you.” I paste a smile on my face. “It’s
okay. I just need to get my head in the right frame of mind.”
    I lean back towards
him, but he pulls back, looking pissed and more than a little hurt. I
move closer, and he practically jumps to the other side of the car.
“Fix your hair. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
    “Can you zip me up?”
    “No. You did it
yourself in your room, you can do it now.”
    “What just happened?
Why are you so angry?”
    “You’re kidding
right? You just said that you think you’re interchangeable with the
other women I’ve slept with.”
    “Aren’t I?”
    “No.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah, oh. I already
told you I’ve been thinking of you for ten years. I’ve never
thought of another woman for more than a few weeks.”
    “Did I live up to
expectations?”
    “Before you insulted
me? Fuck, yeah. You’re better than anything I could dream about. I
could write a sonnet about your mouth.”
    “Really?” I ask,
brow raised.
    “No,” he says with
a laugh. “I suck at poetry.”
    “I’m sorry,
Brayden. I didn’t expect to be attracted to you, but I am. And then
I just got weird, and stupid, while you were doing nothing but
wonderful things to me.”
    “Good thing I happen
to like weird and stupid,” he says, picking up my hand to kiss my
knuckles. “Just for the record, though. You are special. I’ve been with a bunch of girls and women, I can’t deny
that. But I never treated anyone badly, and they were all special to
me when I was with them.” I try to pull my hand away, but he’s
not done. “That doesn’t make you any less special, so stop trying
to get away from me. If I’m honest, you may be the most special of
all.”
    “Do you mean that or
are you just saying it to get me to confess?”
    “Maybe both. I don’t
know.”
    The problem is that
neither