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And that excitement has nothing to do with Parker. The truth is, I want Corinne in a way that makes me feel out of control. It’s dangerous and self-destructive. I’m not thinking straight.
Right now, I don’t care.
“Let’s fix that.”
She gapes at me. “Here?”
I just smile and press her back against the table, taking control of her mouth while I urge her pretty ass onto the flat surface. Wedging myself between her thighs, I tug on her hair until she offers me her throat with a gasp. My body buzzes as I lick my way up her neck, over her thready pulse point, then settle my lips over hers. I love getting her tongue against mine. I need her body melding to my own… Jesus, I feel like a parched man slowly dying of thirst and she’s the only oasis that can save me.
Peeling my fingers from her hip, I send my free hand drifting up her torso, to settle around her ribs. Then I swipe a slow, sensual thumb over her nipple. She tenses, then warbles out a shaky sound of desire.
“Hearing you gets me hot,” I mutter in her ear. “You going to make more noise for me, princess?”
A little whine escapes her parted lips. I’m not sure if that’s a yes or no. Her only other response is to close her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks, while I cradle her breast in my hand.
What I don’t hear is a protest. So I keep going.
“Yes, just like that,” I encourage softly. “I’ve imagined you naked for me, so pretty and needy, pink and writhing, legs spread as you beg me. Will you tease me about my humility then?”
“Yes,” she breathes as she lays her lips on my neck and kisses her way up. “Always.”
I would laugh if I wasn’t so busy shuddering under the soft drag of her mouth against my skin. Every breath I take is infused with her scent, strong in the crook of her neck, where I can’t resist sampling her with my tongue. As I pinch her nipple through her dress, I trail my lips over her graceful shoulders, skim her collarbones, then taste her flesh down to the top of her strapless dress.
The soft material is in my way.
I walk my fingers along her back and slowly lower her zipper.
“Xavian…” Her breathy voice doesn’t tell me whether she’s objecting or pleading.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I should.”
“But do you?”
Corinne grips the front of my coat. “No. Kiss me.”
Desperately, I slant my mouth over hers and yank on her zipper. She gasps as I tug down her dress. Her breasts pop free. And I gape.
She’s got a perfect pair—round, pert, and topped with dusky nipples that make me groan out loud as I nudge her onto her back. “Princess…”
Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“Getting my mouth on you.” I nuzzle my way up the valley between her breasts, drowning in her pooling scent.
“But we’re not”—she struggles for breaths and thoughts—“alone.”
“The doors are closed. No one will interrupt us for the next seven minutes. Let’s see how good I can make you feel,” I murmur against her nipple before I suck it into my mouth and take a long pull.
Her eyes widen. Her spine arches off the table. Her head slides back with a moan.
“Xavian…”
I’m too busy dragging my tongue over the taut tip and absorbing her delicious shiver to answer. Instead, I shift my focus to her other breast, its peak stabbing the air in a silent cry for attention. I wrap my lips around it and tug, skimming my fingers under her dress and up her thigh, until I’m teasing the lacy edge of her panties.
I press my thumb over the gusset and groan.
She’s soaked.
“You shouldn’t…” She squirms. “Not here.”
Does Corinne think I’m going to relegate touching her strictly to the bedroom?
“Right here,” I insist against her rigid nipple. “You’re going to come for me.”
Her breathing picks up pace. “But—”
“Your body is safe, princess.” No one will see what’s mine.
Slowly, she melts back into the table, biting her lip. “My heart is racing.”
“You afraid?”
“I should be.” Slowly, she opens her eyes and meets my stare. “But I’m not.”
“Good. Let’s get rid of these.” I tug her panties down her legs and stuff them in my pocket.
“Give those back!” She tries to sit up.
“No.” I urge her down again and kiss up from her breast to her lobe. “I want your pussy bare and waiting for me.”
A shocked little sound escapes her throat. Fuck, this is hot, especially when her hips wriggle in silent pleading under her chic, oh-so-demure dress.
Gently, I suck one of her nipples between my teeth. She gasps and twists, clutching my arms like I’m her only grip on sanity. I slide my hand over her mound and groan. Goddamn, she’s hot. Swollen. Slick as hell. Next time, I’ll get my stare on that pussy. My mouth, too. I’ll make her scream.
