Sweet Possession (Carson-Fox Resorts #2)

Chapter 8

Cora

I didn’t go back to sleep.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t get Fox out of my head.

And if I thought there was a smidgeon of a chancethatI could denymy attraction to him, it was blown out of the water when I opened my door and found him standing there.

Shirtless.

In just his sweats.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d been attracted to boys before. Boys , not menlike Fox, but the attraction I’d felt in the past was nothing compared to what was running through my veins after spending the evening with him.

I’d never felt so adored in all my life.

But the entire night, I was plagued by a little voice in my head tellingmethatthere was no chance the feelings were reciprocated.ThatI was too young and too inexperienced for a man like Fox to be attracted to.

My feelings became too much. With every gift I opened, with everysmile Fox sent my way, and with the way he would look at me, my heart felt like it had been about to burst. I’d made my excuses to go to bed so I could get a bit of relief from the intense feelings coursing through me.

Butevenin dreams, Fox was there to protect me like he’dpromised. He’d answered my screams when imaginary men haunted me. He’d made sure those responsible for my imprisonment were no longer able to hurt me.

Frustrated at being unable to turn my brain off,I rolled over in bed to stare at the ceiling, the image of Foximprinted in my mind.

He was so damn handsome, and his body was incredible. I alwaysthought he must have worked out to maintain the physique he had, but with his muscular pecs, and defined abs on display, I realized how much effort he must have put into his appearance.

As my eyes raked over his body, I’d found a small tattoo rightacross his heart. I hadn’t let my gaze linger long enough to see what the tattoo was, but I thought it might have been a name or a word written in cursive. His skin was free of any other artwork, but his entire chest wasbronzed like he’d recently caught the sun. As I stared, I found myself wondering what it would be like to run my fingers over his body.

Was his chest hard?

Was his skin smooth?

My gaze had traveled down his body, fixing on a little patch of dark hairthattrailed under the waistband of his sweatpants, and before I realized it, I was staring at his length pressing against the material.

I was no expert, but it looked like he was huge .

The only time I’d seen a man’s penis was when Dwayne hadmasturbated in front of me.Then, I’d been horrified, but as I’d quickly ripped my eyes from Fox’s groin, a thought had flashed in my mind.

What would it feel like to have him inside me?

A throbbing had begun pulsing between my legs, which intensified when I’d thrown myself into Fox’s arms. When I’d felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my belly, a bulge I hoped was caused by me, I’d never wanted to know what it would be like to feel hands and a mouth roaming all over my body as I did rightthen.

Not just anyone’s hands and mouth either.

Fox’s.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but no matter what I did, the image of Foxwouldn’t go away, and neither did the throbbing in my core. In fact, the more I thought about Fox, the worse it got.

I’d only ever masturbated a few times in life. My dad had a habit ofbarging into my room whenever he damn well pleased, so I’d only ever experimented when I knew the coast was clear.

But as I lay there, pressing my thighs together to relieve the buildingpressure, I knew there was only one way I’d get the relief I needed. My eyes darted over to the door. I’d closed it, but I hadn’t locked it this time. I hadn’t felt like I needed to.

What if Fox came in while I was playing with myself?

A thrill of excitement washed through me at the thought of Foxcoming in and catching me with my fingers between my legs. I imagined him standing in the doorway, watching me with a fierce intensity blazing in his eyes like it was taking all his willpower to not join me on the bed.

Unable to resist, I lowered my hand under the covers,brushing my palm over the material of Fox’s shirt until I reached the hem of it. My hand dipped underneath, and I slowly trailed my fingertips up the bare skin of my thighs, until I reached the soft fabric of my cotton underwear.

I ran a finger over the front of my panties, brushing over my clit andcausing a bolt of pleasure to zap through me. I gasped, inhaling a sharp breath, and was instantly hit with Fox’s scent from his shirt making my core clench with need.

Slipping a finger into my panties, I ran it down my slit, amazed at howwet I was. When I found my clit, I pressed my finger against it.

Oh god.

I bit my bottom lip to stop a moan escaping from how good it felt,and as I started rubbing my clit in little circles, I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over.

I imagined the bed dipping as Fox laid down next to me. I heard himcall me baby girl as his warm breath whispered against the shell of my ear. I imagined his large palm delicately cupping my neck as he placed featherlight kisses along my jawline before his hand traveled down my chest and found my breasts.

I pictured him taking my nipple between two fingers and gentlytugging it until it was achingly taut before he crossed over to the other one, all the while he carried on placing light kisses along my jaw, and my neck.

As I rubbed my clit faster, the pressure built deep in me as a yearningto explode took over.

I imagined Fox lowering his hand and knocking my hand out of theway so he could take over with his skilled fingers. My hips bucked against my hand, picturing Fox pressing his thumb against my clit as he thrust a finger inside me.

With the handthatwasn’t playing with my clit, I reached up andgrabbed my pillow, yanking it from under my head to place over my face to muffle the cries I was helpless to stop coming from me .

As my finger moved faster, pushing me to a climaxthatwas going toshatter me, I dreamed of Fox’s mouth finding mine, his tongue plunging in and dominating my mouth.

I imagined him tearing his mouth from mine, unable to resist his needto taste me between my legs. I imagined what it would feel like for his mouth to glide down my body until he reached my most intimate area and he began to lash his tongue against my clit.

‘Come for me, baby girl,’ I heard him say in my mind, and a secondlater, my orgasm hit, and it hit me hard.

“Fox!”I screamed into the pillow as my hips lifted off the bed. Myentire body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure crested through me, my panties growing damper with my release.

It took almost a minute for my legs to stop shaking and my breathingto return to normal. I ripped the pillow from my face and a pang of disappointment lanced through me at finding my door still closed and the room empty.

But as I removed my fingers from my underwear, finding themglistening in the moonlight with my release, disappointment turned to embarrassment.

I’d orgasmed while thinking about Fox.

A man who was a lot older than me, who had money and power, andno doubt endless women throwing themselves at him, all of whom knew how to please him.

Tears stabbed at the back of my eyes as my dad’s voice echoed inthe far recess of my head.

Why would anyone want you, Cora?

You’re useless, you can’t do anything right.

Stupid little girl .

Thatwas what I was. A stupid little girl with silly ideas, and now,thanks to my silly imagination, I was going to have to face Fox with the knowledgethatI’d given myself an orgasm while wishing it was his hands playing with me.

By the time lunch rolled around, I finally plucked up the courage toface Fox. I was sure as soon as I saw him thoughthatmy cheeks would burn hotter than the sun, and he’d know what I’d been up to.

Still, I couldn’t hide in my room forever.

Thankfully, as I made my way down to the kitchen, Fox’s voice driftedfrom his office. Not wanting to disturb him, I tried to tiptoe past but was stopped in my tracks.

“Cora.”

Eventhe sound of his deep tones sent a delicious tingle through me,and the fantasy of him whispering baby girl in my ear as he played with me reared to life.

I paused in his office doorway. Sure enough, my cheeks flamed.

“You okay? You’ve been hiding all morning,”Fox said, his browsfurrowed in concern.

“I’m good, thanks,”I replied, doing my best to not stare at his mouthand wondering how his lips would feel on me.

“I’mjustin a meeting,”he said, nodding to the huge computer screenin front of him.“I’ve ordered you some lunch, it’s on the kitchen side. I won’t be long.”

To add to the fire burning in my cheeks, warmth cascadedthrough me. I likedthatFox took care of me.

“Thank you,”I replied before wandering into the kitchen to find a tunapasta salad from The Olive Garden waiting for me.

I couldn’t stop the smile from gracing my face. I’d told Fox yesterdaymorningthattuna pasta was one of my favorite meals.

He’d remembered.

Taking a seat at the island, I tucked into my lunch, and as I did, mygaze landed on the pile of cookbooks Savannah and Nash had bought me.

Someone, Fox, I presumed, had moved the books, the mixer, and allthe other items Fox had bought for my birthday into the kitchen where they were piled up waiting to be used .

I reached over and grabbed the top book before flicking through thepages. A pang of envy and frustration hit me as I stared at the pictures of different cuisines, admiring how perfect each dish looked.

There were so many I wanted to try my hand at, but it was hopeless.It wasn’tthatI couldn’t read at all, I could understand some words, but I always got letters mixed up, or misunderstood the meaning of them. I knew if I tried to follow the recipes, I’d get it wrong, andthenI’d only end up feelingevenmore like a walking disaster.

Feeling dejected, I closed the book and pushed it away. My stomachchurned as I looked back at my half-eaten pasta, my appetite now gone.

Not wanting to waste the lunch Fox had so considerately ordered me,I covered it over and put it in the fridge to have later.

Deciding to head back to my room and mope on my bed, I headeddown the hallway, but instead of going upstairs, my feet had a mind of their own, and before I knew it, I was standing in the room Fox had converted into his own personal library.

The room was huge, with shelves and shelves of books. Heevenhada moveable ladder so he could reach the books on the higher shelves. In the far corner, was a giant bean bag chair, big enoughthattwo people could easily fit in it together. I pictured Fox relaxing in the comfy seat, reading a book under the tall lampthathovered over the chair, while the moon shone in from the arched window behind him.

In awe at the amount of books Fox had, I ran my fingers over thespines as I walked further into the library. Every so often, I pulled a book out and tried to guess what it was about based on the picture on the cover, before putting it back, knowing I’d never know if my guess was right.

Reaching a set of books with colorful spines, I pulled the first one outand recognized the cover straight away. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Turning the book over in my hand, I grinned down at it, wondering ifFox had read the children’s book.

Harry Potter was a series I’d always wanted to read. I’d watched halfof the first film one Christmas, but my dad had made me turn it off. He told me it was childish bullshit, andthatif he ever caught me watching it again, he’d tan my ass so hard, I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

I’d loved what I’d seen of the movie though, and I’d vowedthatoneday, I’d binge-watch all the films. As for the books, I knew it was a pipe dream to be able to read them, but it didn’t stop me from flipping through the pages and scanning over paragraphs to see if I could figure out the words.

It could have been written in Japanese for all I knew. The lettersblurred together, and my brain worked overtime trying to decipher the words. When frustration set in, I sighed heavily and closed the book, shoving it back in the space I’d taken it from.

“Thatwas a big sigh, baby girl. ”

My eyes darted over to the door, finding Fox leaning against theframe watching me.

“Yeah,”I replied, not knowing what to say without embarrassingmyself. I didn’t want Fox to see me as the silly little girl my dad claimed I was.

But itseemedFox was already good at knowing when something wastroubling me. He left his place at the door, coming to stand by my side, his alluring scent engulfing me.

Calming me.

He plucked the Harry Potter book I’djustbeen holding from the shelfand flicked through the pages the same way I had, his brows pulled together in thought.

“You know, when I was younger, I was terrible at math. Couldn’t do itto save my life. I couldn’t grasp multiplication. Didn’t have the first clue how to work out fractions and percentages. Hell, I could barely figure out two plus two equals four,” he said, his eyes growing distant as he stared down at the cover of a cartoon boy on a broomstick.

I wasn’t sure if I believed him. He was a successful business owner,surely to succeed in the industry he was in, he’d need to know how to do math?

“Teachers didn’t know what to do with me, and my old man used tobeat me when I’d come home from school and he discovered I’d flunked another math test.”

His eyes dropped to mine when I let out a soft gasp, imagining asmall boy cowering in a corner, scared to tell his father he was struggling to learn.

I knew all too well whatthatwas like.

“In the end, I gave up trying to learn and always skipped class.Figured I was too old to learn, andthatI’d find a way of getting through life without needing to know how to do the basics.”

“Did you?”I asked tentatively after Fox had fallen silent for a beat.

He chuckled.“No. I had a huge argument with a dude in a Starbucks one day. I thought he’d short-changed me because I couldn’t count the money. He called me stupid, and I was about ready to smack him in the mouth, but luckily Nash was there and stopped me.“Fox’s lips pulled into a lop-sided grin, making my pulse spike.

Why did he have to be so damn handsome?

“What happened?”

He shrugged.“Nash counted the change and told me I’d got it wrong.Thenthe kid behind the counter called me stupid again, so Nash smacked him in the face. He’d come over to stop me getting in a fight, but I was the one who ended up dragging him out.”

I giggled. I bet it was nice to have a friend as loyal as Nash andFox were to each other. I couldn’t help but be envious, it was something I’d never experienced.

“When we were walking home, Nash called me on it. He said he’dnoticed a couple of timesthatI’d gotten numbers wrong, and so I told him. Told himthatI’d never been able to understand math, and it confused the hell out of me. And you know what he said?”

I shook my head, enthralled by his story.

“He said I was stupid. Stupid if I thought I was too old to learn. Andthenevery day for the next four months, he’d make me sit with him for hours at a time while he taught me from scratch. We started from theverybeginning, and he broke every little part down for me until I grasped it. Don’t get me wrong, I still struggle with some equationsevennow, but if Nash hadn’t taught me, I doubt I’d be where I am today.”

Fox reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, hisfingers brushing against my lobe and eliciting goosebumps on my skin.

“I guess what I’m saying, baby girl, isthatnot being able to work outequations, or not being able to read and write is nothing to be ashamed of.”He paused, raising a knowing brow at me.“And it’s never too late to learn.”

He handed me the book, our fingers brushing as I took it from him. Iswallowed past the lumpthathad formed in my throat and took a breath, daring myself to be brave and open up like he’d done.

“I tried to learn,”I started, my voice soft and tinged withembarrassment.“But I missed out on so much school because my dadwouldn’t let me go, and Ijust…fell behind. Mrs. Tucker helped me to learn a little, but I didn’t understand her, and she’d get frustrated with me.”I turned the book over in my hands, aware of Fox’s intense gaze on me.“But I wish I could read. Especially this series.”

I met Fox’s gaze, a kind smile playing on his lips.“Don’t tell anyonethis, especially Nash, but Harry Potter is my favorite set of books.”

I giggled again, the lump in my throat receding now I’d purged mysecret.“I won’t tell anyone.”

Without warning, Fox reached out and took my hand.“Where are wegoing?”I asked as he led me over to the bean bag chair.

He sat, tugging my hand and pulling me down to sit next to him. Asbig as the chair was, with his large frame, there wasn’t a whole heap of space, and I wasverymuch aware of my leg pressed against his, and the heat emanating from his body.

“I’m going to teach you how to read, baby girl. If you want to learn toread, there is nothing to stop you.”

My jaw dropped as hope soared to the sky. He was going to teach meto read ?

“I’m sure you have better things to be doing than teaching me how to read,”I replied, trying to sound casual whenreally, I wanted to throw my arms around him to show how happy I was.

“Nope,”he said, reaching over to grab an iPad sitting on the tablebefore loading up the internet.“Besides, there isn’t anything else in the world I’d rather be doing.”