Page 12 of Just for Tonight


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“What if I don’t know what that might be? What if I don’t know what’s even out there to try?”

Heat returned to his gaze as that cocky grin took over the bottom of his face. “I’ll happily be your guide into all things kinky.” He pulled me flush against his body again, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. “I already know you like being called a dirty little slut, and when you come, your pussy squeezes me better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“If it feels so good, then why are we standing outside when we could be inside with you teaching me more things I might like?”

His grin grew into a full-blown smile that had me starstruck, and then in a blink, he dipped down and lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes.

I had just enough time to make sure my coffee didn’t spill out of my hand.

“Keys, Sugar,” he rumbled, his voice taking on that deep timbre that had my lady bits tingling.

“In my purse.”

He grabbed them and opened the door swiftly, making his way—all the while carrying me with ease—up the stairs to my apartment on the third floor.

“You know there’s an elevator, right?”

“Too slow. And when I kiss you again, I don’t plan to stop until you’ve come on my face, fingers, and cock. Not necessarily in that order. Didn’t think you were ready for possibly getting caught in an elevator.”

Why was he still talking when my brain had stopped at the whole coming on his face, fingers, and cock part?

He must’ve picked up on my stupor because he chuckled and smacked my ass right as we reached my door. He slowly lowered my feet back to the ground, making sure my body slid along every inch of his in the process.

Christ, this man was dangerous to my libido.

He opened the door with a quick efficiency I would’ve never had, not with my entire body vibrating with need.

Then we were inside and he was closing the door behind him, his gaze watching me like a hunter watching his prey.

“I should warn you; I’m done letting you run away from me after we have sex. I’m not going to stop fucking you until this is well and truly out of our systems. So if you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I put my coffee down on the table by my door and then wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed his lips with mine. He let out a low groan that made my panties even slicker and skyrocketed my desire.

“One more warning,” he murmured, his voice a low and seductive rumble. “I may never get enough.”

I didn’t believe that for a second. A man like him was probably used to having tons of women. I knew that someday he might not even think about our tryst.

But I would.

He didn’t have to worry. I was done fighting this—done being the good, rule-following daughter. For once, I was taking what I wanted and right now, that was Connor.

Even if it was stupid and he had heartbreak written all over him.

When I still didn’t say anything, but just stared up at him, letting him see all the need and longing in my eyes, he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. His lips slammed down on mine, and we both let out a moan.

This man could kiss like no other. His mouth was sinful and delicious and everything I never knew I wanted or needed.

I whimpered when he pulled back, but I should’ve known he wasn’t actually stopping. Instead, he twisted so my back rested on the closed door, and he started kissing down my neck. There was a feverish hunger as he worked his way down to my collarbone and then lower.

He groaned and then set me down, ripping my shirt up and over my head and then working my leggings down my legs. I stared down at him as he got down on his knees to pull off my shoes followed by my leggings.

He stared at my bare sex, his mouth slightly parted before his gaze met mine. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

My heart slammed against my chest. “I’m far from perfect.”

Something changed in his gaze, but I couldn’t name it. He shook his head. “Trust me. You’re perfect…or maybe just perfect for me.” He said the last part so softly I wasn’t sure I heard him right.

Or maybe I was just afraid that Ihadheard him right. This was supposed to be just sex. Really hot, fucking amazing sex. But stilljustsex.

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