Tempt Our Fate: A Small Town Enemies To Lovers Billionaire Romance (Sutten Mountain)
Tempt Our Fate: Chapter 25

I could try and be gentle with her, but I have no desire to. I’m so fucking desperate to finally seal our mouths together that my fingers tangle through her hair, giving me the chance to pull her face to mine. My cock stiffens at the small gasp that comes from her lips seconds before our mouths collide.

She tastes better than I could ever dream of. The moment my tongue skirts against the seam of her lips, she gladly opens her mouth for me, allowing our tongues to stroke against one another.

She moans, and I swallow it, yanking on her hair to angle her head even higher. At this point, she must be having to stand on her tiptoes to allow me access to her mouth. Her tiny moans tell me she isn’t bothered by the position in the slightest.

Another brush of our tongues, and her palms hit my chest. Her fingers grip my dress shirt so tightly I bet it warps the fabric. I don’t give a damn. She could rip it right off me, and I’d thank her for doing it. I think I’d do anything, give anything, to stay locked in the kiss forever. To always have her at my mercy just like this.

I should’ve known she wouldn’t kiss gently. I knew I didn’t have it in me to take it slow, to start with a peck before my tongue got involved. But I wasn’t expecting her tongue to match every stroke of mine. For her to open her mouth even wider, allowing me even more access.

Her fingers replace the back of my neck as she attempts to pull me even lower. One of my hands tangles in the long strands of her hair, keeping her mouth pinned to mine, while the other grabs onto her chin to keep her still. She wants to take control of the kiss, but I won’t let her. I’ve been dreaming of this since the moment I left that mountain, so I’m going to kiss her the way I’ve vividly imagined for over a week.

There’s a sting at the back of my neck from where her fingernails scrape against the exposed skin between my collar and hairline. I groan at the feeling, wanting to feel the bite of her nails all over my body.

Would they dig into my ass as I fucked her as deep as her cunt would allow?

Would they scratch at my scalp as my tongue circled her clit?

God, I need to know. I’m fucking rabid to replace out.

My teeth catch her bottom lip. I bite down, wanting to see her reaction. She moans so loudly that my cock aches in my slacks. I want to palm it, to give it some kind of relief, but I can’t let go of her. She’s allowing me to manhandle her exactly as I want, and I’m relishing every single second of it.

Is she like this in bed? So demanding outside of the bedroom but aching to be dominated while being fucked?

“Fuck,” I moan, licking along the spot on her bottom lip that was just between my teeth. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

I could get addicted to the sound of her moans as she throws her head back in pleasure. Her perfect sun-kissed skin is exposed to me, just begging for me to leave a mark. I pull on her hair once again, lost in the way the yelp from the pain turns into a moan when my lips graze the hollow of her throat. Her entire body shudders underneath my touch, only fueling my desire for her further.

“Camden.” My name comes out like a plea. I think I could grow obsessed with the sound of it, mixed with her moans. She’s so goddamn reactive that it drives me wild.

I kiss along her neck, unable to help myself from biting a spot there, knowing it would be hard for her to hide a hickey. Lost in the moment, I want to claim her for myself, to have something left behind from this moment to remind her how much she drives me crazy. I want her to think of me anytime she feels the throb of the bruise from my teeth. For her to think of us in this very moment every time she looks in the mirror to cover it.

I’m never like this. I’m not territorial, and I’ve never cared about someone enough to want to claim them. But in the darkness of the night and the heat of the moment, I’m feral at the idea of any other man ever getting to taste her delicate skin.

My lips pepper kisses along her shoulder. This would be so much better if she didn’t have a top on. If I could lean down and catch her nipple between my teeth. Would she like it if I nipped at it before soothing the pain with my tongue?

“You’ve been taking up way too much fucking space in my mind lately,” I tell her, feathering kisses along her jaw.

“Good.” She lets out a shaky breath when I kiss right behind her ear. If I had more time, I’d kiss every bare inch of her body to replace all the spots that make her breath catch the way it just did when my teeth grazed the shell of her ear.

I bring our foreheads together, looking right into her hazel eyes. She stares back at me, at least for the moment not acting like she regrets kissing me. Good, because no matter how terrible of an idea it was, I don’t think I could ever really regret swallowing each one of her moans.

“No. It isn’t good.” I don’t even attempt to hide the anger in my voice. I’m angry with myself for wanting her this bad. For letting her get under my skin. For somehow letting her go from someone I couldn’t stand to someone I desired with everything that I am. “We don’t fucking work,” I hiss, my jaw clenching. “All we do is argue, but god, we could try never speaking. Let our bodies do the talking.”

She steps forward, crowding my space and pressing her body against mine. She fits against me perfectly. Her feet don’t stop, but before she can walk me into the glass door behind me, I spin our bodies and press her body into the glass. I’m sure it’s cold through the thin fabric of her shirt. I don’t really care if it is or isn’t. I know exactly how to warm her up.

I click my tongue as I focus on where her chest heaves. With each deep inhale, the fabric of her shirt tightens, and I get a little glimpse of her perky, peaked nipples through the thin cotton of her shirt. Unable to resist, I lean down and blow hot air right over one of them. Her head hits the glass door with a thud as she lets out a loud moan.

“I don’t ever want people this desperately,” I tell her, licking her nipple through her shirt.

“I don’t let men I don’t like do dirty things to me,” she mutters, her hips bucking when I nip at her breast.

“Maybe you’ll change your mind about liking me when I get the chance to kiss your pussy. My tongue can be very persuasive.”

My hands drift underneath her shirt, testing out to see if she’ll let them roam. She doesn’t protest; in fact, she pushes me further, her fingers fisting the fabric of my shirt to keep me close to her.

If only she knew I had no intentions of moving. Not unless she told me to.

“I don’t,” she pants, her words getting cut off when I shove her shirt up. “I don’t typically like it when…” Her words fall short. I lower to my knees, looking up at her to replace her cheeks flushed. I hope it’s from pleasure, not embarrassment for whatever she’s not saying.

“You don’t typically like being tongue fucked?” I pull at the cup of her cotton bra, freeing her breast and eager to finally let my mouth close on her peaked nipple with nothing between us.

“Camden.” My name sounds hot as hell falling from her lips. I want to lick every inch of her soft skin to see how many times I can get her to call my name out like a plea.

I take her nipple between my lips, closing my mouth around it. My tongue circles the peak as I soak in every single one of her reactions to what I’m doing. Her back arches, shoving her breast deeper into my mouth. I get so distracted savoring finally getting a front-row view to how perfect she is that I almost forget I’m still waiting for an answer from her.

Pulling away, I look up at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, like she’s trying to fight how good this feels. I’m having the same war with myself. There’s no reason for me to want this as bad as I do, but I lose all sense of right and wrong when I’m with her. All I see is her and the desperate need to get as much of her as possible before we start fighting again.

“I’m waiting for an answer,” I muse, running my finger along her stomach. Her breath hitches when I trace over the stretch of skin along the waistband of her jeans that’s been teasing me.

“To what?”

“If you enjoy coming against someone’s tongue as they give your pussy the attention it deserves.”

“Oh,” she murmurs, clutching the fabric of my collar when I undo the button of her jeans. “I just haven’t found someone who could make that happen.”

I’m so close to her cunt that I can smell her. It’s deliciously sweet, taunting and teasing me being so close but also not close enough.

“You haven’t come on someone’s tongue?” My voice is full of gravel. I hate the thought of any other man being so close to her pussy, but I hate even more that she seems to have given someone the chance and they couldn’t bring her to the brink of pure pleasure.

She shakes her head back and forth, telling me exactly what I want to know. I hook my fingers through the belt loops of her jeans, tugging until I’m pulling both the denim and her panties down her hips.

“You deserve someone who takes the time to get to know your cunt. Who will lick, suck, and do anything to replace out what you like and don’t like. Who would spend hours with their face buried between your thighs if that’s what it took to make you scream their name.”

She’s finally bared to me, her wet, pink pussy the most perfect view I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I smirk, pausing for a moment. “Not that I think it’d take me that long. I’ll have you coming in no time.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“I’m quite positive, shortcake. If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to time me. Give me two minutes, and you’ll be screaming my name.”

Her head rocks side to side at the same moment her hips rock back and forth. She wants to fight this. To stop it so I won’t have this on her. If only she knew how much I’m giving up by admitting how bad I want her. She thinks by giving me her orgasm that she loses the constant battle between us, but it’ll be anything but. If I taste her cum on my tongue, I might let her win every argument between us just so I can have my fill of her as much as I can until she tires of me.

I lean back on my haunches for a moment, needing to capture the sight of her with her guard down and her pussy dripping for me.

Fuck, she’s wet. Arousal coats between her thighs, beckoning for me to reach out and spread them open wide to get a better view of her. I won’t be able to look for long before I dive in to taste her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking at you.”

She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I press my palms into them, stopping her from ruining my fun. “Don’t even think about it,” I growl.

“Your two minutes have started.”

I laugh, leaning in so my breath tickles her inner thighs. “Time doesn’t start until I say so. You have to give me a minute to appreciate every perfect inch of your body.” I kiss along the curve of her hips. The skin is so soft, a contrast to the way her nails claw at the back of my neck.

My lips lower, hovering along her bikini line. She mewls, clearly dissatisfied that I haven’t placed my lips on the place she aches for me the most.

“Don’t worry.” My tongue peeks out to lick the inside of her thigh. I couldn’t resist getting a little glimpse at the taste of her arousal that coats between her legs. “I’ll have your hips bucking as you fuck my face very soon. But first—” I pull away, letting my eyes do the exploring for a moment. “—I need to account for every dip and curve of your body.”

“Why?” she pants, the word so quiet I almost miss it.

“Because your body is so perfect, one day I’ll have to recreate it with clay so I can admire it forever.”