Her Gentle Gangster by Carolyn Faulkner
Chapter Five
Michael
I can’t takeit anymore. I need to feel those soft lips against mine and that soft body pressed against me.
Dammit, why does she have to be so soft and beautiful, and so young?
I press my lips to hers gently, because if I take more than that, I won’t be able to stop myself from wrecking this precious girl’s entire life.
A simple kiss is all she wants from her childhood crush. A simple kiss, I can handle.
Cara’s lips against mine are softer and sweeter than I ever could have imagined.
I pull away from the kiss to check on her. “Okay?”
Chuckling, she replies, “I’m so happy you kissed me I might fly away.”
“Don’t fly away, sweetheart. I need you here with me.”
Our mouths meet in the middle. Surely anyone walking their dog can see us kissing if they look closely at my recessed entryway. But at the moment, I don’t know if I care. She sighs into my mouth, and it’s so sweet I might not be able to hold back the full force of my need much longer. I have to have her. I pull her tight against me, the soft diaphanous sundress sparking a strange new arousal against my bare skin.
She kisses back with lips that taste like cherries, tempting me to open her up and taste more, take everything. Take what doesn’t belong to me.
All of the reasons not to kiss her and touch her make me want all of her even more.
The way she moans softly into my mouth when I haven’t even slipped her my tongue yet is so pure and sexy I can’t stand it.
The sun is shining behind her, casting a silhouette through her sundress that’s hardening my dick like steel rebar. I’m utterly in agony, looking at the space between her thighs, wondering, imagining.
“Sweetheart,” I say, kissing her cheeks and her forehead, delivering a warning to her even as I can feel her nipples harden against me with our contact. “I don’t think you have the slightest idea what a man like me could do to you.”
“You’ve no idea how ready I am for it.”
I wet my lips. I’m so hungry to kiss her again. But I need her to know what she’s getting herself into. “Oh, are you now?” I growl, roughly hiking up the front of the sundress and flattening my palm against her stomach.
Her tiny gasp at the sudden contact, the widening of her eyes, adds another inch of length to my already aching cock. Not to mention the slight pooch of her soft tummy—the spot I can envision filled with my baby. I would never stop fondling Cara’s tummy if—ah fuck I’m setting myself up for more trouble by the second.
Her words fall out in a half-whisper. “Yes, I am. And I’m on the pill.”
Fuck me.
I could drag her inside, take her raw, and shut out the world. Keep the prying eyes of Fox Chase away. But once that door closes behind us, she’s not leaving again. I leave it open for now. To give her options, and to be a little bit naughty in public, if I’m honest.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this before, sweetheart?” I say, smoothing my fingers down to the waistband of her panties.
Cara’s flushed lips part; her nostrils flare. “Only you. You in my dreams, Mr.…Michael.”
My hand travels lower, discovering the front of her pussy bare.
“Next question. Why don’t you have any hair down here?”
Her eyes flutter closed as my hand massages her sensitive skin.
“It’s embarrassing, but…I sweat a lot, and it’s just more comfortable for me this way.”
My other hand props me up against the doorframe, though that hand itches to reach around, cup her jiggly bits and drag her inside. I just want to be bad a bit longer.
“Good answer. Don’t ever remove hair just because a man likes you bare. Real men know the sexiest thing in the world is when a woman feels comfortable.”
Eyes still closed, she hums a barely audible, “Mmkay.”
The contact of my middle finger to the top of her split nearly does me in. The heat, the dampness, the flush of pink spreading across her chest.
“Any man ever touch you here?”
Shaking her head no, Cara bites back a moan, egging me on farther, deeper, my greedy hand exploring her folds.
Her silky wetness is beautiful, demanding more from me. Demanding I keep going. A whimper, and an involuntary jerk of her body, give me pause. If I keep going like this, she’s going to come right here on my front porch.
Carefully avoiding her clit, I take my chances and sink the tip of one finger into the source of her heat.
“How about like this?” I ask, plunging deeper, stretching her. She sucks in a breath, and I feel her pussy clamp down around my finger.
“No, no, never. I told you I’ve been saving it for you, and I meant all of it.”
I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying things I shouldn’t say. Sweet things. Caveman things. Love things. This isn’t about any of that; this is just two adults being filthy.
It tortures me more than it tortures her when I pull out and lean away. Her eyes fly open.