Page 23 of Puck Off, She’s Mine

"I didn't love it either," I mutter. "I…" I swallow hard, my heart in my throat. "I was preparing to tell him that you're the only one allowed to touch me, Phoenix. But you didn't give me a cha—"

He doesn't give me a chance to finish speaking this time, either. Instead, he moves like lightning. In two seconds, I'm pressed against the brick wall, his hard body caging me in. His lips are inches from mine, his breath a harsh rasp in his throat.

"Why are you here, gorgeous?" he asks, his hand curving around my jaw to tip my head back.

"I…"

"Why?"

"Because you're here," I whisper. "Because I was worried about you. Because I've tried like hell to pretend that you aren't driving me crazy, but I can't do it. Because…because…because…" I don't know how to make sense of the cacophony in my head. I don't know how to put it into words, either. So I stop trying and lift up on my toes, letting my body say what my tongue is too tangled to express.

"Fuck," he grunts against my lips, his big body trembling against mine. For a split second, he's completely still, like he's afraid to move. And then he groans like a broken man, his arms closing around me.

I sob against his lips as he hauls me up, practically dragging me through the door into his house. His mouth moves with mine, a frantic edge to his kiss that I love a little too much. I love the way he grips me like he's afraid I'll turn to smoke and disappear, too.

I'm not sure if he closes the door or if we fall against it, but I end up pressed against it with my legs around his waist. His erection nestles against my core, his hands on my ass. He doesn't stop kissing me, coming back again and again like he can't stop himself.

"Phoenix," I groan, my fingers clenching around his broad shoulders. Every muscle in his body is locked tight, and every one feels like heaven against me.

"I know, baby," he croons before kissing me again. "I know. You need me, don't you?"

"Yes, yes." It's not a lie. He asked me the other day how wet I was for him. I was soaked then. It's even worse now, as if everything I feel has shrunk to an aching pinpoint right between my legs. "Please."

His hand slips beneath my dress, his calloused palm gliding up my thigh. "I'll take care of you, gorgeous. Promise," he breathes before nipping my bottom lip.

My head thumps against the door, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I dig my fingers into the brawn of his shoulders, hanging on tight as he inches closer to where I need him.

His knuckles ghost across my sex, pulling a whimper from my lips. I don't mean to make the sound, but I can't help it, either. I've been dreaming about this man every damn night for weeks, and trying to tell myself those dreams meant nothing. I'm a liar. They meant everything.

"Oh!" I cry out, my mouth falling open when his fingers slip beneath the band of my panties, already searching for my clit.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're so fucking wet for me."

"I know!" I writhe against the door, already so damn close.

And then his eyes flick to mine, his pupils dilated, his expression fierce. "Can I taste it? Tell me I can taste you."

"Yes. God, yes, Phoenix."

He grins at me like I just gave him the world, his lips brushing mine in a sweet kiss before he's sliding down my body, balancing me on his arms. "Just stay right there…" he breathes before disappearing beneath the bottom of my dress.

I grasp at his head…at the doorknob…at the last vestiges of my dignity. But it's a lost cause. He's already sliding my panties to the side, his breath blowing across my clit.

"Goddamn, Cara," he groans, his voice full of awe. "You're already clenching for me, baby. It's so fucking pretty."

"Phoenix, please!"

The evil bastard chuckles as if he knows precisely what he's doing to me, as if he loves what he's doing to me. And then I feel him nuzzling his face against my inner thigh.

I cry out, gripping a handful of his hair when he sucks hard at the sensitive skin as if he intends to leave a mark behind. My thighs shake dangerously, but he just tightens his grip on me.

When his tongue touches my clit, I levitate. There's no other word for it. It's not just that it feels amazing. It's the sound he makes, like he's been waiting a lifetime to taste me. And it's the way he immediately buries his face in my center. It's the way he loses control, snarling like a wild beast. It's the way he grunts praise between licks, too.

"That's it, baby. Cry for me just like that." His tongue circles my clit. "Goddamn, Cara. You're doing so fucking good for me, gorgeous. Keep soaking my face. Christ, yeah, just like that."

I choke on his name, clinging to the door for dear life. "Phoenix. Oh, my god. I…I…"

"You're going to come all over me, aren't you?" he groans. "Fuck, I want to feel it on my tongue. Give it to me, baby." He stiffens his tongue, fucking me with it, and I lose it.