Actually freezes.
For a hilariously glorious two seconds, Riot Saints’ front man, Saint Sin, looks like someone unplugged him from his power source.
Then— “Baby,” he whispers, voice breaking on the word, “you’re killing me. Just say yes.Please.”
I smirk. “Not until everything is signed.”
He groans like I just stabbed him. “No.Fuck. Please. At least let me make you come?”
Shit.
Ialmostbreak.
Almost.
But I shake my head, just as my eyes drop to his mouth. The tongue poking his lower lip. The remembered taste of him sings through my veins like LSD. “But I wouldn’t say no to a kiss.”
His eyes go molten.
In a blink, his hands are on my waist.
In another blink, I’m propelled across the floor and my back hits something smooth and polished.
His piano.
His actual grand piano.Which probably costs more than all my internal organs combined.
And oh dammit, he still kisses like he sings.
Feral, starved, like my mouth is the only oxygen he’s ever needed. So all-consuming I’m not sure there’ll be anything left of me by the time he’s finished.
I don’t even realize how we’re moving until he spreads me out across the glossy black lid, sliding me backwards like I’m the opening chords to his next sinful anthem.
My breath catches as his mouth trails down my throat, his fingers slipping under my shirt, teasing, coaxing, destroying.
“God…Zane?—”
“Yeah,” he growls against my skin, “give me that. Say my name. Give me every fucking sound.”
His fingers skim the edge of my thighs where my hem meets skin and he strokes me like he’s strumming his favorite guitar.Stroke stroke stroke.Higher. Higher.
His hand slides into my underwear, and— “Oh!” I jerk as his fingers delve between my labia, heading straight for my clit. He flicks his digit over my wet swollen nub and…fire.
White-hot, spine-melting, leg-trembling fire.
“Fuck, you feel like warm silk. God, baby, I can’t wait to eat this pussy.”
I grip his arms as he plucks at me, gathering dripping wetness to aid his stroking, then dipping into my hole to toywith the entrance, delivering hot promises of what it’ll feel like to be filled. By his fingers, his tongue. The impressive steel pipe probing my hip.
God…
I open my mouth even as my brain shrieks to shut the hell up.Notbeg Zane Draven to fuck me right there on his piano.
Because that would be insane, right?
Yeah…maybe…just?—
He drags his teeth down my neck as one finger plunges inside me and lava melts me from the inside out. “God, yes! Oh…fuck.”
