Page 90 of XO Karma

“I want to know what it’s like to kiss you when we’re not pretending.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and oxygen evacuates the room completely. “Do you?” My heart pounds while my brain screams at me. Say no! Run! Do anything other than spread your legs and moan his name.

“Yes.”

28

ASTER

My lips crash against Lily’s, my fingers tangled in her hair.

Reverberations of her moans settle to my bones as I capture them between kisses. Savoring them as the audible confirmation of her satisfaction settles deep inside.

“Beautiful,” I murmur as she drags her nails against my scalp. “Perfect.” She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her, and I set her on the counter. “Fucking unbelievable.”

“Don’t talk too much or I might regret this,” she pants, but her tone is teasing as she finds the hem of my hoodie, pushing it up. I tug it and my shirt overhead, tossing them behind me. “Damn.” She stares at my chest. Her fingertips trail the ink along my skin, and she drags her nails down my rippled stomach. “Now you are a work of art.”

Chuckling, I take her chin between my fingers and force her gaze to mine. “Well, this is a Please Touch museum, so have your way with me.”

Lily grins, grabbing the bourbon bottle I left on the counter. She rises to her knees, slightly towering over me and taunting me in that little mini-skirt. “Open up, Grim baby.”

I glide a hand against the front of my jeans to ease my aching cock. She’s been edging me since the party—hell, for weeks—and I fear it won’t be over anytime soon. Tilting my head back, I meet her eyes as I place my hand on her outer thigh and drop my mouth open. Gripping the bottle’s neck, she tips it, taking a long swig. Then she grabs my chin, baby blues staring to the depths of my soul as she brings her mouth to mine and spits inside, the steady stream of alcohol hitting the back of my throat.

She’s using my own moves against me, and it’s so damn hot.

Hooking a finger under my chin, she nudges my jaw closed, and her lips slam into mine as I swallow, the liquor burning its way down. My stomach swirls like liquid in a glass, pure, animalistic need for this woman coursing through every fiber of my being. The bottle hits the counter with a clank, and I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her close. My fingers find the buttons of her vest, and I make quick work of unfastening them. When the last one finally springs free, I pull away from our kiss to admire her. A baby-pink lace bra cradles her breasts, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

Lily shrugs off the top, tossing it to God knows where, then leans back on her elbows. My hand runs from her throat, between the valley of her chest, along her stomach, until it lands at her waist.

A pretty grin graces her lips as I languidly undo the belt and slide it off.

“If you don’t behave…” I fold the leather in half, then yank it tight, and a popping sound echoes throughout the room. “We might just need this later.”

She laughs, light and airy. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Tossing it to the side with a clank, I hook my finger through the belt loop of her skirt, and she yelps as I tug her closer, the material riding dangerously up her thighs. “As I said earlier, someone needs the brat fucked out of her.”

She grins wicked. “Greater men have tried.”

“Who?” My eyes narrow. “Names and addresses?”

A laugh escapes her. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I would, but that’s a conversation for another day. My fingers fumble with her skirt until the button finally pops open. While tugging it off, I discover a garter on her upper leg with a small knife sheathed in it. “Well, damn,” I say, dropping her bottoms to the floor, and retreat a step to admire the woman before me. Her hair is in loose waves. Matching lace bra and panties. And that damn thigh garter with a weapon. She is the epitome of my wet dreams. I couldn’t even have imagined anything so perfect. “Now I see why the belt didn’t worry you.”

She hops off the counter, and I swear I come a little as she saunters towards me, then presses a finger against my chest, nudging me until my back hits the door of the basement with a rattle. Adorning a grin so wicked it could kill a man, baby blues holding me in place, she retreats until we’re on opposite sides of the room. Then she repeats the phrase that’s been stuck in my mind for weeks. “If you can catch me, you can have me.”

My heart sputters as she dashes towards the living room. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, my instincts kick in, and I take off after her, a bit sluggish thanks to our first round of this game. The view of her ass is otherworldly as I chase her to the second floor. Her giggles echo through the hallway, all the way to my room, and fuck, I could get used to this. She throws the door closed, but I stop it with my leg, and she bolts.

I shove it against the wall with a bang, and in one short stride I’ve hooked my arms around her, bringing my mouth to her ear. “You like the hunt, Karma baby?” I murmur, and she shivers under my touch. Scooping her up, I carry her to the bed, and she shrieks as I toss her upon it. Her wild, amused eyes find mine as she shuffles backwards, and I crawl after her. I grip her calf, dragging her to me, then roll us until she’s on top, straddling my stomach. Our eyes meet, and I graze my fingertips along her legs. “Better luck next time.” Metal screeches, and a second later, her blade’s at my neck. Our chests heave in unison, and the smile on her face is more addictive than any substance on earth. My dick throbs in anticipation, and why the hell aren’t we naked yet?

“Brave words for a man with a knife to his throat.” Her expression is fully amused, hair tousled in a way that has me losing my damn mind.

“I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“That so?” she purrs, rotating her hips as her warm center slides against my stomach. I groan, grazing a palm along her thigh, and her breath hitches, the cool metal still pressed against my Adam’s apple. My fingertips walk their way up to her lacy panties, brushing them lightly.

“Try not to accidentally murder me when I make you come,” I tell her, then dip under the fabric and brush her swollen clit.

“No”—a soft whimper escapes her pretty lips—“promises.”