Chapter 60 Chapter Sixty

Chapter 60 Chapter Sixty
CANDY’S POV

“Good girl.”
Fuck, this is not helping.
To my muddled brain, this here is an open invitation to fling my morals out the locked door behind him and do something dangerously reckless about the growing knot in my guts and the soft flutter nestled beside it.
My hands are itching to touch him, to blame the alcohol as I pull him to me and press all of me against him until every trace of Peach is erased and all that’s left is my skin on his, fusing him to me until I’m wearing his scent like a cloak and he has my taste coating his tongue.
It’ll ruin all the miniscule progress I’ve made on forgetting this man even though most of them are my delusions on steroids because he’s impossible to forget. He left prints on my body and soul that I’ll never be rid of no matter how desperately I try.
And the worst part of it is that they’re not even all sexual.
Sex with him is life changing and out of this world, that’s undebatable, but the quiet little moments where he folds me into his warmth, kisses my head, whispers words that has me melting are responsible for this unrelenting choke hold squeezing down every time I try to break free.
His thumb grazes my jawline softly, barely touching my skin but leaving enough impression to have me tilting closer to him, his eyes driving me crazy.
There’s a dark controlled hunger in them that’s driving me insane.
I want to free it, feel it, feed it......
Closing my eyes and my voice of reason with it, I reach for him, hungry for the glide of his lips against mine. I need to feel his tongue in my mouth devouring me like a starved man.
And I almost get it.
Almost.
I open my eyes to my hands trapped firmly in one of his as one of his legs presses roughly between mine. A small whimper escapes me as tingling sensations slides down my spine, exploding in a pool of heat between my legs as I wait for him to claim me now while I’m too intoxicated to think.
But he doesn’t.
I pinch him with a glare, my horny raging to be sated and he just in front of me watching like he’s enjoying having me want him like this.
“Kiss me.” I beg shamelessly, trading my last shred of dignity for this....for him.
He smirks, the smoky grey depths of his eyes glinting with wicked mischief.
“No, princess.” He whispers as his lips graze the shell of my ear, his teeth catching my earlobe and drawing it into his mouth for a light suckle, successfully reducing me into a whimpering, needy mess.
“That’s not how this works.” His lips slide down to mine, touching but not  kissing me, not even enough to scratch the surface of my hunger.
“Why are you here then? Why did you fucking follow me in here like a lost pet because it sure as hell wasn’t to discuss bridal colours for your wedding.” I demand, frustration coursing through every blood vessel in my body in waves.
He chuckles like the freaking devil he is, enjoying every second of my frustration.
“I love it when you’re feisty and jealous, makes me want to take you hard against these walls until you’re screaming my name for the whole club to hear.” His voice is a low, reverberating growl that rolls over my  skin like cream, worsening the wetness pooled in my barely there panties.
“Show me.” I press harder against him, my lips seeking his but he holds back again.
“Beg for it.”
My eyes dart between his to see if he’s serious and of course he fucking is.
His thigh presses harder between my legs, his hand half hoisting me off the ground while his knee makes a mess of my pooled wetness begging for any sort of attention from him like a slut, my arousal filling the air between us.
I bite my lip to keep the plea from tumbling out immediately, holding unto my pride until my desire to be pinned down roughly underneath him starts to outweigh it.
“Please.......” I let out in another soft whimper as his knee grazes my clit.
“Please what, Princess.”
“Show me how........how badly you want to fuck me against the walls......let me feel how hard I’m making you right now.” I manage, my eyes rolling backwards from the controlled grind of his knee against me as he teases me to the brink of insanity and bank.
I can see his jaw grind the more I beg, the dirtier my words get and it feels powerful having him fighting and failing to hold back completely as he nips the corners of my lips, sucking on my throat, his hand cupping my ass to hold me against him.
He says something against my skin but I don’t catch the words because I’m desperately trying to lure his lips back to mine, my body aching to be touched properly by him.....only him.
“I can’t......” He repeats, kissing my clavicle and somehow the words permeate through the fog of my brain.
“What?” I moan, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“I won’t touch you, not the way you want me to.”
“Wh.......why?” My lips quiver as they let go of the question, this crushing heaviness settling in my chest and crushing my high even before he says the words that cements the feeling.
“The things I want to do to you are not things someone who disgusts you should ever get to.”
Pulling his leg from between mine, he lets me crash down to the floor both literally and figuratively, my knees shaky and unreliable to hold my weight.
When I look back up into his face, every trace of heat is gone from his eyes, replaced by this coldness that’s keeping me out. I stare dumbly at him, sharp, vivid memories of the word leaving my mouth attacking me relentlessly.
I’d said that words to him......disgust.
Every excuse in the book, every explanation springs to the tip of my tongue, desperate to erase the accusation in his eyes but none of them makes it past my lips, not with the constriction in my throat and the tears threatening to fall down my face.
With nothing left to be said between us, I watch him unlock the door and quietly walk out the same way he came in, leaving me standing right where he left me, clutching the sink tight until my knuckles go white, facing the heat from the score of girls that had apparently been knocking down the doors while he’d had his lips against my skin.
“Get a room next time, bitch, this is the fucking bathroom. One of them says right before shoving her way past me, her minions in tow.
What the fuck am I doing?