I stifled a laugh and glanced down at the outline of his erection. “I can see that.”
His grip didn’t relent.
I straightened out my arms, placing them over his broad shoulders. “So how long are we just going to sit like this?
Amusement flickered in his eyes. He flashed me his teeth, then lifted me by my thighs and flipped us over so his body stretched over mine. He nipped at my lips. “That sass of yours is going to get you into trouble.”
“I think I’m already in trouble.”
He pulled down my bra straps, leaving featherlight kisses over my neck, my shoulder, my décolleté, as if I was something he wanted to worship. My nipples tightened when he finally made it to my breasts. He unclasped my bra, threw it somewhere on the bed, and grabbed a handful. His tongue sneaked out of his pink mouth and licked a circle around my areola.
A moan tore through my throat. “Kaz,” I panted, lifting my hips off the bed in search of friction, “please.”
He cupped me over my underwear with a possessive hand. “Is this already wet for me?”
It had to be a rhetorical question, because I was pretty sure I was leaking everywhere. I nodded anyway. He pushed the fabric aside, ran two fingers over my slit, and groaned. “Sopping.”
When his fingers began to trace circles around my clit, I threw my head back, a moan escaping my throat. My body was alive, buzzing with pleasure and need for this man.
“You look so good in my bed,” he whispered in my ear just before he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. My thighs were on his shoulders, his hands holding them firmly in place. He knew how to work me, how to make me feel all sorts of insane, delicious things, and I was determined to ignore the part of my brain that screamed in warning.
This kind of chemistry isn’t to be dismissed.
Careful, or you’ll have a very hard time giving this up.
You’re taking far more than you deserve.
“Fuuuck.” The wave was cresting, the timing so perfect it was as if my body wanted to wipe my noisy mind blank.
Kaz held on as I thrashed on his bed, the motions of his tongue unrelenting. When I finally shattered apart, moaning his name and telling him I was coming, he dragged himself up my body and gave me the deepest kiss yet. I tasted myself on his lips. I saw my own need reflected in his eyes.
He rose to get a condom and take off his pants, and my droopy eyelids sprung open. I wanted to see him. All of him.
He was so damn hot. The sight of him took the air out of my lungs. Lean and muscular, tall and powerful. I traced his tattoos with my eyes from where they started at his neck and ended on his abdomen. Light hair was scattered over his toned bare chest, a line of it running from below his bellybutton to where it thickened above his very hard cock. I sat up, watched him roll on the condom, and then rose to my knees and licked around his nipple ring.
He sucked in a breath. Wrapped his calloused hand behind my neck. “I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he said in a raspy voice that felt like a caress.
He pushed me back down on the bed and lined up his body with mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels against his powerful thighs. He was big enough for me to squirm a little when he started to slide inside.
“Such a good girl. You almost got it. Look at how well you fit my big cock.”
My body was almost unbearably hot. I hadn’t anticipated his dirty words of encouragement, or how they’d turn me on. I looked at him with wide eyes and caught his lips in a kiss. A drop of sweat had formed on his brow, his expression almost perfectly split between uncontrollable lust and exacting control. He held still within me as he waited for me to adjust to the brutal sensation of being completely filled with him.
He didn’t have to wait long. I rolled my hips to signal I was ready, and he wrapped his hand around my throat. His grip was gentle, but it was enough to show me who was in control.
“Are you going to take it like a good girl?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, moving my lips against his cheek. He was driving me crazy with his voice and his words.
It was hard to believe that until very recently, I’d told myself I wasn’t attracted to this man.
What a fucking joke.
He began to move, slowly at first, before picking up speed. Oh God, I swear he was reaching parts of me no one had ever touched before. His hand was still on my throat, his other hand planted by my shoulder so that he could watch me lose my mind below him for the second time.
I lifted my hands to his face, and he caught my index finger with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. “Put that pretty little finger on your clit and make yourself come for me, baby girl.”
Sure, why the hell not?
