“So pretty,” he softly admired. “I’ve always loved how you look in lace and cotton, baby. It’s real and gentle and feminine. It’s fucking sexy in a way satin and silk never could be. You’re a sweet country girl and it fits you. I absolutely love it. But,” he shook his head sadly, “it has to go.”
Without sparing it a second thought, Vin had a pair of wicked-looking clippers in his hand and snipped through the underwire and fabric. He lifted the cups away, caught her breasts in his hands and his thumbs went immediately to her nipples. In an instant, her clit twitched and her hips bucked as she orgasmed .
“Primed and ready. Damn, girl. Still just a flick of a finger can get you off.”
“You,” she breathed, heavy and hard. She hadn’t even known she was ready. Willing, yes. But not ready. She should have known though. All it took was one small, well-placed touch from him and she was wet, aching, and orgasmic.
“Me?”
Mel nodded and licked at her lips with a tongue suddenly dry. “Always you, goddammit .”
Vin smiled. “Seems to be your favorite word today.” He leaned in for a kiss that Mel met eagerly. God, she’d missed his kiss, the taste of his lips and the swipe of his tongue. She’d happily drink from him, but when she joined in, aching for a deeper kiss, he moved on from her lips, down across her jaw. Her throat was next where he stopped to suck at the skin in the hollow at the base. His thumbs still rasped across her nipples, but when his mouth replaced one of them, she bucked again.
Orgasms in such close proximity to one another usually weren’t her forte, but with Vin, anything was possible where her body was concerned. He could command and control her reactions with little more than a look or the slightest touch. She might as well say yes now and get it over with. Anything he might do to her, want or need from her, she would give.
Only thing was, he already knew that.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Mel. I know we shouldn’t. If I were a better man, I’d pick you up, put you outside, and lock the door behind you.”
“ Vinny —”
“But I’m not a better man. You’re my ray of sunshine, baby. You’re the one thing in this world that keeps me going. The shit I’ve seen, the shit I’ve had to do in the name of war and winning... I was little more than a kid when I left here the first time and... If I lost you, I’d have nothing else.”
She didn’t have a chance to process those words and her reaction to them for long before the button on his pants was popped open and the zipper lowered. His cock, angry red and hard, jutted forward, reaching for her. Mel’s gaze zeroed in on it. She licked her lips and spread her legs, anticipating the first touch. It had been months since he’d been inside her, months since she’d felt full and whole and well used.
Vin picked up the wicked-looking clippers again, and a split second before he cut into the leg of her shorts, she balked. “Y-you can’t do that.”
His eyes met hers, the blade warming against her inner thigh. “Do what?”
“C-cut me. My shorts.”
“I’m not going to cut you. I’d never do anything to mar that baby-soft skin of yours, but your shorts are a different story. They’re keeping me from what I want.”
“So let me take them off. You don’t have to ruin every piece of clothing I’m wearing.”
“Maybe you should have come to me naked then.”
Mel opened her mouth to protest, but again, what could she really say to that? The man did have a point. She knew exactly what she was getting into showing up unannounced, pissed, hurt, and horny. Plus, he’d already ripped through her shirt and cut her bra off. It wasn’t as though walking away buck naked would be much worse than just walking away topless.
She leaned back on her elbows, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion. He watched them, and the longer he stared, the more pointed and tight her nipples became.
“God what you
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