The last thing I want is her pity.
She draws back and looks up at me with her ocean eyes.
We stare at each other, and then I don’t know if she moves or I do, but suddenly my lips are pressing against her soft velvet mouth. Her breath mingles with mine. And for the briefest of moments, neither of us moves.
My hand locks on the back of her neck, and I pull her face away from mine. Her eyes flutter open, her pupils dilated, her tongue sweeps over her lip, and I lose it.
I crash my mouth back down to hers, and she opens up to me immediately. My tongue sweeps along hers, and she lets out a soft moan.
My free hand roams down her back and to her arse, giving it a hard squeeze, my erection growing harder by the second.
Our kiss is wild, laced with lust and want, and I just can’t get enough.
We’ve both been drinking, but there’s no doubt in my mind if she continues to kiss me like this, there is no way I’ll be able to stop unless she asks me to.
I’m like a man starved as I devour her mouth. “Fuck, I want you,” I say against her lips as I pull out of the kiss and then trail a slow path down her throat before teasing along her clavicle.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, then bite down gently on her earlobe.
Her hands grip the back of my top tighter, pulling me closer, her mouth caressing my throat.
“No, I don’t want to stop.”
She lets out a surprised sound when my hands grip her arse and pull her up, but the surprise is short-lived when she wraps her legs around me, her core rubbing against my erection.
“Fuck.”
Spinning us around, I place her on the counter, and my hands slip up under her vest top until she raises her arms, and I pull it up over her head, revealing her naked breasts. I fucking love that she isn’t wearing a bra, and I have immediate access to her erect nipples.
My tongue dances over her areola before I pull her nipple between my teeth with a delicate tug. Her hands move into my hair, her fingers dancing over my scalp as I continue to get acquainted with her breasts. When I pull away, I glance up, her lips are parted, and she’s watching me intently.
“You’re fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”
Her skin flushes more than it was before. I can’t help my chuckle as I kiss my way down her stomach until I come to the hem of her joggers.
I dip my fingertips inside and pull the waistband away from her skin. The sound of her breathing accelerating only turns me on more.
“Mind if I take these off?”
In answer to my question, her hands grip the edge of the counter as she pushes herself up, allowing me to pull them down over her hips and off her legs.
She’s wearing a pair of white knickers, but they might as well be crotchless with the way my dick is straining against my jeans.
Spreading her thighs, I let out a deep groan. “Do I make you wet, Vi?” I ask as I stare at the damp patch on her knickers before my eyes flick to hers.
“A little,” she says, with a hint of playfulness, but I can see the lust behind her expression.
I click my tongue and shake my head. “Well, that won’t do.”
Leaning closer, I inhale the smell of her sex mixed with the citrusy scent of oranges. I’m dying to know what perfume she wears.
“You smell fucking edible. Mind if I have a taste?”
She lets out a soft moan before answering, “Be my guest.”
Her response is music to my ears, and there is nothing sexier than a woman giving you consent to give her pleasure.
ChapterTwenty-Six
