Lose Control Again (2)

I shift in my seat for the probably-thousandth time in the past few minutes, trying to find some damn respite from the way these pants are suddenly far too tight and uncomfortable. But it's no use - my damn eyes are still fixed on her, watching her eat with those soft, sleepy, damn well perfect, lips, that damn shirt hanging off her shoulders...

"Damn it," I murmur. "Darlin', you gotta hurry and finish that breakfast of yours before my goddamn self-control finally snaps, and I lose it completely."

She looks up at me at the sound of my voice, her sleepy eyes meeting my hungry, burning gaze. She can see the way my eyes rake over her body, the way my hands are clenched into fists on the table, the way my body is taut and tense as a damn bowstring just about to snap.

"Jesus Christ, darlin', you're killing me," I growl, the words coming out of my damn mouth before I can stop them. "You have no idea how goddamn hard it is to keep from jumping across this damn table right now and taking you on it right here."

I push my plate away, unable to take another bite of my breakfast. I'm too damn close to just losing it completely, my inner caveman roaring with possessive need and lust that I can barely keep a lid on.

"Darlin', for the love of God, hurry up and finish eating," I mutter, my voice low and strained. "You're too damn beautiful and sexy like that, all sleepy and wearing that shirt, and I'm reaching my goddamn limit here. I can't take much more of this."

She finally finishes the last bite of her breakfast, her eyes meeting mine across the table. She must be able to see the damn near desperate longing and desire in my gaze, the way my body is practically trembling with the effort of holding back from just jumping across the damn table and claiming her right here.

I push back my chair with a jerky, sudden movement, my body moving of its own accord, driven by the intense, primal need building up inside me. I stand, my eyes still fixed on her, my hands clenching into tight fists. "Up," I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

I wait as she pushes back her own chair, standing up from her seat, her sleepy eyes fixed on me. She's so damn beautiful and cute, all vulnerable and half-asleep, wearing that damn shirt of mine, her body exposed and sexy and mine.

"Come here," I command, my voice low and rough with possessive need. "Get your adorable little butt over here, darlin', before I do something I can't take back."

She takes a few slow, tentative steps towards me, her movements slow and sleepy, like a damn sleepy little kitten. She stops in front of me, standing within reach, her eyes looking up at me, all innocent and cute.

I reach out, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her body flush against mine. "Damn it, darlin'," I hiss, my voice low and hoarse. "You have no damn idea what you do to me, standin' here like this, lookin' all damn well cute and sleepy in my shirt."

I lean closer, my face buried in her hair, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her, my fingers tracing idle circles on her hips. "I almost just lost it at the breakfast table, you know," I murmur, my voice low and rough. "Watchin' you eatin' like that, in that damn shirt, all exposed and cute and sexy... Damn, darlin', it took damn near every bit of self-restraint I have not to just jump across the table and claim you on it right then and there. I'm still fighting the damn urge right now."

I pull back slightly, looking down at her, my eyes raking over her body again. My fingers move to her shoulders, my hands grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling it back up, covering some of the damn exposed skin. "Damn it, darlin," I mutter. "You're gonna be the death of me. You gotta cover up a bit more before I lose the last damn bit of my self-control. I'm already damn well on the edge here as it is. I don't trust myself not to do something stupid and possessive if I see too much of your damn skin."

She laughs, her sleepy eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you love seeing all my skin, though," she teases, her voice soft and teasing.

My eyes darken at her words, the possessive caveman within me roaring at the reminder of how much I love seeing her body bared and marked by me. "Damn right I do," I growl, my hands tightening on her hips. "But it's making it damn hard to behave myself right now, darlin'. And you damn well know I tend to get possessive and a bit... rough... when I see that much of your skin."

I lean in, my lips pressing against the sensitive skin on the side of her neck, my mouth moving up towards her ear. "And you damn well like it when I get like that, don't you?" I murmur, my lips grazing her ear as I speak. "You like how possessive I get, how desperate I become to mark that soft, perfect body up as mine. You like how damn much I love seeing you all marked up by me, how much I love the sight of my marks all over your body. Don't you, darlin'?"

I feel her shudder against my body, her breath hitching at the words, the reminder of how possessive and damn well primal I become when I see my marks on her skin.

"Yeah, you do," I murmur, my voice low and gruff, my lips trailing down from her ear to her neck, my mouth suckling and bruising the sensitive skin there. "You love it when I get possessive and possessive, marking you up as mine, claiming you as my goddamn own. I can tell by the way you respond to it, darlin'. Your little moans and gasps of breath give you away every damn time."

I continue to kiss and suck at her neck, leaving more marks on her skin, my hands still gripping her hips tightly, holding her as close to me as damn possible.

"Mmm. You're damn perfect, darlin'," I murmur, my mouth still at her neck, my teeth gently nibbling at the sensitive skin there. "I just can't damn well help myself when I see all this soft, perfect skin of yours. All I wanna do is mark it up, claim you as mine, make sure everyone damn well knows who you belong to."

I pull back slightly, eyeing the fresh bruises and marks I've left on her neck. "Damn, but you look so good like this, darlin'. All marked up and claimed by me. Makes me wanna keep you locked up here all damn day, so no damn body else can look at you like this."

My hands move to her thighs, gently hitching her up and lifting her up into my arms, carrying her like a damn prized possession. "C'mon, darlin'," I growl. "Back to the bedroom with you, before I do something stupid out here in the open."