“Take it. Take what you want.” He groaned as she pressed her mouth to his neck, then set her teeth gently into his jaw, shooting an electric current right down his spine.
“I love the scrape of your stubble at the end of the night,” she whispered against his cheek as she rose onto her toes, rubbing her breasts against his chest. “It’s exactly as I imagined it.”
“Tell me more about that.”
“Uh uh. Secrets.” She was closer to his mouth again. The barest of kisses at the corner of his lips. A little laugh. “But you’re hot. And I’ve definitely been thinking about that. About you.”
“Good.”
“Very.” She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, then nipped again.
Had she figured out how much he liked that? It was getting hard not to grind against her. His dick raged against his fly and he wanted her pressed against him there. Her hand, her leg, her belly…he didn’t care. Just some part of her sweetness rubbing against his cock before he started begging. “Kiss me,” he ground out.
“Okay.”
So simple. So sweet.
So completely filthy. She slid her hands down his chest, over his abs which were flexing with a mind of their own as she tugged up his shirt. And she stroked him there, lazy and hot with her clever little hands as she pressed her mouth against his, open and wet.
Stroke. Lick. Sigh. Liana kissed liked she sang, husky and low and sweet, and maybe he’d been wrong to think “Cravings” wasn’t about her innermost desires. Her kisses were pure sin.
He liked it so damn much it hurt.
She tweaked all of his buttons. Kind. Feisty. A little dirty. They could have so much fun if they weren’t trapped on a tour bus. Nashville. They’d have a few days in Nashville.
They could wait until then.
Five more days.
“We should—”
She cut him off with her tongue in his mouth and he gave up, losing himself in the heady rush of sliding together. He’d been clenching his hands at his sides to keep from taking over, but when she pulled his arms around her in invitation, he let himself go, following her lead.
Her waist was warm and soft beneath her blouse, nipping in above the swell of her tight hips. Her body felt even better than it looked, and when he got his hands on her bottom and pulled her hard between his spread legs, he found she fit against his perfectly, too.
Score one for sexy heels. And walls to lean against. Not to mention two bodies that seemed to know what to do like magnets.
And still she kissed him with hints and teases, the softest, sexiest brushes of her tongue and lips. Her breath danced between them as she teased their top lips together, swirling heat and need around them as she rocked against him.
Her shirt slid up a few inches and on his next rough inhale, their bellies rubbed against each other.
Hot, warm, skin.
Fuck.
He groaned something incomprehensible as he spun them around and lifted her up, holding her hard against the wall as he plastered himself against her.
Need shifted hard inside him, roaring a demand for more of her, all of her. His erection throbbed between her thighs and his thought processes had dropped to simple, primal grunts. Make her moan. Hear her moan. Make her come. See her come.
He’d give her what she wanted, but he’d take something, too. Greedily steal her pleasure as his own, because there was a time and a place for him to get off and it wasn’t now or here.
This was all about Liana. He could feel her shaking under his touch, and as he snaked his hands up her shirt, her breathy little gasps told him she was close. He found her breasts, full and heavy, and his brain scrambled. God, she felt good. His balls pulled tight, like he might actually—nope. He was a grown man. He could get her off without losing it.
Probably.
Her bra was made of that barely-there stretchy kind of fabric that meant he could feel every pebbly bump of her nipple right through it, but that wasn’t good enough. He wrenched it out of the way on both sides, freeing her tight little peaks to rub against the silky fabric of her blouse.
He couldn’t figure out how to get that off in the semi-dark of the room, so he lowered his head and sucked one nipple right through the fabric. Then the other. At some point they’d slid down the wall and he’d put her down—because if he ground his cock against her once more, it would be over.
