She digs her nails into my shoulder, but she’s not pushing me away.
“That’scheating.” She sounds like she’s in agony. I slowly suck her earlobe into my mouth, and tongue her hoops before easing back. Her eyes are all glazed and her lips are parted, as though she’s having trouble breathing.
“I don’t cheat.”
“Your fingers…stop doing that.”
“Stop doing what?” I wrap my hand around her thigh. “Turning you on?”
“Yes.No.” She wriggles her ass, and her hand slips to grip my bicep. “This is a really bad idea.”
“I’ve had worse.” I grin at the glare she slings my way. “I’m playing by your rules. What’s your problem?”
“It’s a conflict of interests.”
“Awhat? There’s no conflict. Trust me.”
“No, I mean…” She flounders and looks at me with those hypnotic green eyes of hers, and I’m through playing her games.
My mouth claims hers. She gives a soft moan of surrender, and I push my tongue inside. There’s no lingering hint of beer or booze or even weed. She tastes fresh and minty, and there’s no reason in the world why that should be so sexy, but my dick thinks it’s Christmas already.
Our tongues tangle, and she’s not holding back any longer. She spears her fingers through my hair and holds me tight, as though she thinks I’m going to stop.
No chance. I can’t remember how many chicks I’ve kissed, but I’m damn sure none of them kissed like this. I shove my hand between her thighs. Fucking fishnets are in the way, but she’s so hot and wet and writhing beneath my fingers that I don’t want to break the moment.
I promised she’d come. And she fucking will.
Chapter Four
Amelia
I shouldn’t be doing this.I know it, but can’t stop kissing Gage Reynolds as though my life depends on it. He’s still pinning one of my wrists to the wall above my head, and all I can hear is our harsh breathing and the erratic thud of my heart in my ears.
I need to push him away. The fingers of my free hand grip his hair, and I have the vague intention of pulling his head back. Instead I just revel in the feel of his hair caressing my palm as he ravishes my mouth.
I groan, and it vibrates between us, making it even more impossible to pull away. He’s stroking my pussy and teasing my clit, and I’m not even naked and it’s driving me out of my mind.
He wrenches his mouth away and nibbles kisses along my throat and behind my ear. My head falls back against the door, and my eyes are squeezed shut as his teeth graze my skin and his fingers probe where no fingers have been in, like,forever.
“Gage.” I choke on his name and have no idea what I want to say, anyway. Not that he takes any notice. He just continues to traumatize my flesh and destroy my defenses.
Heat licks through me, and my legs shake. Sweet Jesus, no way am I going to come. Not here, not now, and most especially not with Gage Reynolds. I rear back, or try to, but my back is already plastered against the door.
“Stop fighting it.” His throaty whisper against my mouth is a whole new kind of torture. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve made you come. I want to see your face as you fall apart, hear you scream my name.”
I clutch his hair, and my eyes spring open. He’s watching me as though I’m his own private porn show, which shouldn’t turn me on at all, but for some twisted reason it does.
My head’s screamingno,but my body’s having none of it. I’ll deal with the guilt later. All I want now…is this.
It’s like he knows the exact second I give in. His mouth crushes mine, and it’s rough and possessive, his tongue no longer exploring but invading. I writhe helplessly, wanting to rip his clothes off and feel his naked skin, but I’m pinned in place.
And I love it.
He tears his mouth from mine, and his harsh breath fans my face. My pussy convulses and his fingers are magic and Ican’t get enough.
The orgasm splinters through me, and I swear the world slips out focus. All I can see is Gage’s face as I buck into his hand as he milks me for everything I am.
My legs give way, and I would’ve ended up at his feet if he weren’t still holding me. His grin is one of victory, which isn’t what I want to see right now, so I close my eyes. Doesn’t make any difference. His body’s still crushing me against the door, and his cock’s so hard it’s kind of awesome.
