Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

Clara

Riggs hangs up without another word, and I still the movements of my hands. I should be disappointed in myself for being so damn wet between my thighs, but I can't help it when it comes to him.

"Take your hand off my pussy, Clara."

His ? Holy shit. Did he actually say that to me? He did, and the gush of my arousal around my fingers proves how much his words affected me.

"If you're going to come in my bed, it'll be from the pleasure I give you."

I didn't make that up or dream it. I heard it, and I don't think I'll ever forget his words. I'm breathing hard, my body so tight, I feel as if my skin may rip at any moment. My heart is slamming inside my chest, my ribs aching from how my heart is trying to escape.

He's coming home.

To me.

Thank God.

A bubble of laughter leaves my lips as I wiggle in the bed. I don't care that he has cameras; it's understandable, especially when he has different people watching his dogs. But it pissed me off that he didn't tell me. When I'd realized he'd watched me in the bedroom, gone was my anger, replaced by pure lust. I know that's a little cuckoo, but knowing he watched me come undone thrills me beyond belief. I've spent the last two days wondering why he didn't want me. Why he felt I was so bad for his health. But truth be told, he wouldn't watch me if he didn't want me. I mean, he could—he's a man with needs. But there was something in his voice that has me trembling with excitement.

Game on.

I hear his truck first, and my heart rattles in my chest as the anticipation burns through me. The dogs take off out of the room, barking and whining since they know he's home. I squeeze my thighs together as the front door slams into the wall, shaking the cabin before I hear his voice.

"There are my boys."

I hop out of his bed and enter the living room to see him crouched down to greet the dogs.

"Look, boys. Daddy is home," I say softly, almost teasingly.

He jerks his gaze up to mine, and I'm breathless at the sight of him. His hair is a mess, as if he's been running his fingers through it. His pupils are blown out, full of lust and promises of things I'm unsure if I'm ready for. He wears a pair of dark slacks with an orange button-down that has the first few buttons open. With his eyes trained on me, he kisses the dogs' muzzles, even Darcy's, before he stands to his full height.

I trail my eyes down his body and stop where I can see the clear outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric of his slacks.

God, he's stunning.

"Hands on the counter, baby girl."

My brow arches. "Baby girl? What happened to lass?"

His jaw tightens. "Things have changed."

"Have they?"

"Yes," he bites out, and then he nods to the counter. "Hands on the counter."

I don't even realize I'm shaking like a leaf until I have to move my limbs and do what he says. I lean my palms on the counter, and like the horny little slut I am, I arch my back, my cheeks peeking out from below my T-shirt. I wiggle my ass, and an appreciative groan bursts out of him, leaving heat to gather low in my belly. He comes toward me, his heavy footsteps sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy with each step he takes. With his eyes trained on me, he approaches the side of the counter before he takes the edge of the granite top in his hands. His knuckles are white as he drinks in my body, and I feel each glide of his gaze on my skin as if he is actually touching me.

He has me feeling like butter in a hot skillet with just one look.

The want, the anticipation, the excitement are suffocating me, and I want more .

Him. I want him.

Riggs swallows hard, bringing his eyes back to mine. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the camera," he says, his voice gruff and so deep.

"You should have."

"You're right," he agrees, and he squeezes the granite countertop. "I didn't want to embarrass you."

"I'm not embarrassed," I breathe out, and my statement awards me a little pull of his lips at one side. My thighs tremble as I stay locked under his gaze. "Did you enjoy what you saw?"

He chuckles, the sound so devilish, I could come to the sound of it. "There are no words to describe how much I enjoyed it." My breath catches, my pussy weeping for this man. "But from now on, you'll only come for me."

"Is that right?" I ask, and I know a challenge is burning in my eyes.

He chuckles once more, and I am drawn tighter than a bow. He reaches out, running his thumb along my bottom lip. "So sassy." I nip at his thumb, and his breath hitches. "I have all kinds of things I want to do to you, but I should probably fuck that mouth for driving me crazy these last couple days."

I run my tongue along his thumb as I look up at him from beneath my lashes. "I drove you crazy?"

"Fucking nuts," he admits, his eyes burning into mine.

"Show me how crazy."

He doesn't move, and disappointment moves through me. "If I do, I won't stop."

"I won't ask you to."

Riggs's eyes are pitch black. "You know this is a bad idea."

"I don't care," I murmur.

"You're too young."

I shrug. "Can you not keep up, Grandpa?"

He narrows his eyes, but his grin is unstoppable. "Oh, that mouth of yours." He chuckles as he leans in. "You won't be calling me a grandpa when I get through with you."

My lips curve. "No? Maybe Daddy instead?"

"Baby girl, you don't know what you're doing to me."

"Prove it," I taunt. "I have been flirting and goading you for the last four days, and you've done nothing but ignore me."

He chuckles. "Oh, baby girl, I haven't been ignoring you. I've been resisting you." His eyes widen a bit as he bends forward, his mouth so close all I have to do is lean in to kiss him. I don't, though. I wait. "But not anymore." A deep rumble leaves him before he steps behind me on the next breath I take. I gasp when he presses his hard cock against my ass, my hips hitting the counter.

I reach for him, but he tsks me. "I said, hold on to that counter." His voice is so authoritative, so hot. He wraps his fingers around my messy bun and pulls my head back, lengthening my neck for him as I once more do what he says. I cry out, my eyes drifting shut as he runs his nose along my neck. "You smell so sweet." His words are tight, clipped, and I get the feeling it's hard for him to speak. He trails his lips along my neck, licking and nibbling as he grips my hip with his other hand. "I bet your pussy tastes even sweeter."

"Only one way to find out," I purr, pressing my ass back into his groin even harder.

He groans loudly before sinking his teeth into the crook of my neck. I gasp, my body singing for him as he turns me in his arms, pressing our bodies flush. He cups my jaw, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. His eyes burn into mine, his lips parted as he stares down at me. In a low voice, rough and dark, he says, "If I become too much, let me know."

I pull my brows together. "Too much?"

He nods. "I have a feeling you'll break every fraction of my control."

I nip at his thumb, and his breath catches. "That's been my plan since I met you."

His eyes widen only a fraction before he leans in. His lips brush mine, and I can see he wants to kiss me, but something is holding him back. Unable to resist, I go up on my tippy-toes and take his mouth with mine. A deep rumble shakes his chest when my tongue strokes along the seam of his lips. He opens for me, and once my tongue touches his, I feel like I'm having an out-of-body experience. He tightens his hands on my hip and my jaw, and I swear I feel when his control snaps.

Riggs takes over the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth like he's a treasure hunter and I'm the ultimate prize. He tastes like mint, his lips soft and thick against mine. He captures my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slightly, and I gasp again, rocking my hips against his. He is so hard, so thick, and I want every inch of him inside me. He releases my bottom lip, and then his hands are at my hips, lifting me up and onto the counter. We lock eyes as he runs his hands up my thighs and then moves between my parted legs. He cups my jaw with both hands and then drops his lips to mine in a searing kiss that has my heart pounding and my pussy begging for his attention.

I reach between us, going for his zipper, but he smacks my hand away. "What did I say about your hands?"

My stomach clenches. "Please, I want to feel you."

He chuckles against my lips, his eyes possessing mine. "And you will. Everywhere. But since I met you, there hasn't been a second when I haven't thought about how your pussy tastes."

I smile slowly. "You've been talking about tasting me since you got home, and still, your mouth isn't on me."

His eyes darken. "You and that mouth."

I lean in, licking his top lip. "Then shut me up."

Riggs's fingers bite into my skin as he growls deeply.

Like, actually growls. Like a dog.

It's hot as fuck.

And by the serious look in his eyes, I think my mouth may finally be getting me in trouble.

A kind of trouble I want more than I want my next breath.