Chapter 9

chapter

nine

Mills

Here I am, half naked on Hayden's lap, but not much more exposed than I was this morning on the bed at the studio.

But that was acting.

This is anything but fake.

Every touch from his hands, his lips, and the grind of his cock against my core sends shockwaves through me.

Every roll of my hips forward pulls another moan from his throat.

He releases one nipple from his full lips and goes to work on the other one, kissing, nipping, and sucking.

The pleasure is so great that I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, effectively tugging at his shirt.

"I need to taste you, Mills."

Something about this strange man wants that experience. And it's not just the physical, animal attraction.

I feel desired more than at any other time in my life. I've dated plenty of guys, but they were the wrong ones. When I refused to mold myself to their liking, they became distant. Withholding. Sometimes too cool, but showing just enough interest to keep me in their pockets.

Maybe on some level, I purposely dated the wrong men because it meant I would never have to go too deep. And that's why Hayden scares me. He is anything but chill. He makes no pretense about wanting to spend time with me. Wanting all of me, all the time.

And what the hell is wrong with me that I would not want that?

I feel my core clench down when he blows on my nipple, sending ripples of pleasure everywhere.

I ache so hard for him.

My fingers claw at his shoulders; my moans grow louder.

In one quick movement, Hayden has my legs wrapped around his middle as he stands, and begins the short journey to the bedroom.

"I need to taste you in there. Not on the sofa like a cheap date."

I laugh, holding onto his shoulders and marveling at how effortlessly he carries me. His body is warm and hard between my legs, and his upper chest is a wall of protection. I could see myself wrapped up in all this attention every day.

But would I lose myself?

In the next moment, Hayden sets me down on the bed and is tugging my jeans off, taking my panties with them.

Once he's rid me of every last stitch of clothes, he dips his face between my legs and kisses my soft, heated cleft.

"Oh!" I exclaim, not prepared for this. It's been how long? I can't even think of the last time …

I forget every thought in my head when Hayden drags his palm over my lower belly before splitting me open with his thumbs.

My fingers curl into the soft hairs on his head, gently guiding him.

Hayden teases his tongue over my folds. My body jerks as my pussy drips with need.

"You taste like you were meant for me, Dimples."

And that mention of his annoying nickname for me makes me squirt.

Dammit, the hold this man has on me.

Hayden can do what he wants, and my body will thirst for more.

Isn't this what a cult leader is like?

If Hayden McAllister is a cult leader, sign me up and take all my bank cards. I'm good to go.

I nearly come apart when he slides his tongue into my cunt.

"My god, Mills." The words are muffled as his mouth worships every inch of me.

I am lost to everything but his touch, his kiss, his hands lifting my ass skyward to angle me just the way he wants me.

He's so in control now that I can't even push back or guide him. Hayden takes me how he wants to take me.

And all I do is weep and beg for more.

Every muscle in my body tightens uncontrollably the moment his mouth finds my clit. The sucking, the licking, the fucking moaning on my pussy— all of it stretches that rubber band of pleasure to the breaking point.

My release snaps.

I come on his tongue, my fingers tight in his hair as my body curls upward.

"Hayden!" I rasp.

I'm still coming when I open my eyes to find Hayden closing in for a heated kiss, sharing my taste with me.

Just then, there's a knock on the door.

I ignore it, too wrapped up in Hayden's kiss, reveling in how nice it feels to be held against him, breathing in his spicy scent and feeling his big hands on my back and in my hair.

Besides, we've got better things to do than answer the door. I haven't finished this man off, which, after what he just did to me, is at the top of the list of my priorities.

The knocking becomes more insistent. And familiar.

"Ugh, it's Peter. It'll probably be something important. I should answer," I say, moving to get up from the bed.

Hayden pulls me back, leveling me back down onto the bed with a claiming kiss.

"I'll take care of it," he says. "Besides, I'm the only one dressed here."

He has a point. Hayden gets up and goes to the door while I think about what happens next.

Do I have a condom? Do I go down on him first since he did that for me?

Is he going to finally take his damn shirt off, at least?

Now I'm wide awake and curious about what is going on in the living room, so I get up and throw on my lightweight summer bathrobe, tying it tight across my breasts.

When I enter the living room, what I see throws a bucket of ice-cold water on my entire mood.