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s balls were high and tight, the width of his shaft broad, the turgid head stretching the material tight. She pressed her body into his, undulating suggestively, but he didn’t move. Didn’t do anything but stand there.
Moaning softly, she clawed at his shoulders, buzzed her lips up his neck, filled her lungs with the citrusy scent of him.
Cream coated her pussy, and her nipples pinged as she pressed them to his chest. She wanted to show him she wanted him inside her, filling her pussy with his hardness, but he remained impassive.
When he finally moved and lifted one hand to cradle her cheek, she went utterly still. His touch was so very gentle. That simple, tender cup of his hand sparked a wildfire in her.
As she had danced with the thrillingly frightening Heath Solis, she had pictured falling to her knees and opening his fly, filling her mouth with that part of him she’d sinfully craved. Her tongue had tingled with desire to taste him, to discover what kinds of sounds he made when he was sucked.
At this moment all she craved was the salty, delicious taste of her Grey.Whom she adored, whom she could never get enough of.
As the silence stretched, she stared deep into his eyes and tried a smile that couldn’t quite make it. “Grey, say something.”
He didn’t.
Only stared at her as though he was seeing a stranger.
His golden eyes trekked across her face; her nose, her cheeks, her lips, her eyes.
“You.” His voice was a terse rasp. “Have been a naughty girl.”
Toni melted back against the wall, parting her legs.“Yes. Oh yes, Grey, I’m so bad.”
He cupped her sex over her dress and pressed the heel of his palm to her clitoris. The heat of his skin seeped through the satin, searing her. “You let another man touch you.”
Fire streaked through her as he massaged and she rocked to his hand, seeking to assuage her aching pussy. “Yes, but I’m sorry. So sorry.”
“Are you, now?”
His hand opened wider on her cheek and his palm nearly swallowed her face.
The pad of his thumb bit into her lips and with one brusque swipe, he smeared her crimson lipstick all across her cheek.“Who’s this for,Toni?”
He repeated the move, smudging her face with the glittery substance, arousing her beyond measure with his roughness. “Tell me. Who’s this for?”
Toni doubted she had any red left on her lips, but Grey continued to scrape, leaving the flesh of her lips puffy. “Who’s this for, Antonia? Tell me.”
Something thrilled inside her at the need in his voice, the jealousy. The fierce emotion was eating at Grey, and it only intensified her ache for him.
She slid her hands up his chest, every hard muscle palpable under his shirt. “Who do you think it’s for?” When had she ever dressed for anyone else? When had anyone else’s opinion counted? “I’m yours, Grey. All yours.”
He nipped at her lower lip, his eyes hooded. “That’s right.”
Yanking up the skirt of her dress, he burrowed one hand between her legs, cupping her moistness. She whimpered, and a wash of cream flowed into his palm.
“You promised to make love to me,” she whispered, and twined her hands around his neck. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
With two deft fingers he fondled the pink lips of her sex, watching her as her features melted. “I keep my promises.” He eased two fingers into her creamed cleft and let out an anguished groan. “God, you’re soaked.”
She moaned and clasped him tighter. Her fingers bit into his shoulders as she gyrated her hips, coaxing him in deeper.“Take me.”
He pushed in deeper against the needy flutters of her pussy, and his face, such a stoic beauty most of the time, was etched into a landscape of need.
“I don’t trust myself right now.”
Toni framed his strong jaw with her hands and pulled him to her mouth. “I trust you. I love you. Fuck me hard.”
A sound got strangled in his throat as he captured her lips so hard her head slammed back against the wall. His flavor invaded her—wine and need and Grey. His tongue stabbed into her, once, twice, moving up to the roof of her mouth, over her tongue, beneath it.
