I wanted it rough. I wanted it hard.
I wanted her screaming so loud that my goddamn eardrums pounded.
“But what if you don’t like the flavor onmy tongue?”
Now I was just having fun. Teasing myself until I couldn’t take another second.
Because if we were as compatible as the Hooked software stated, nothing in my mouth should change the outcome of tonight. What mattered was what I was going to do with my tongue.
“I won’t know that answer until you kiss me. Which I hope you do. Soon.”
I’d set the temperature when I arrived, turning the air to sixty-eight degrees. I worked in kitchens, surrounded by ovens and open flames, so I always ran hot, and I was sure this evening was going to make me sweat. But I swore that the room just became warmer.
I took a step closer and then another. My hands slid out of my pockets and landed on either side of her thighs. I didn’t touch her; my palms just flattened against the wooden top of the buffet table.
“You smell so good.” Her head fell back as she looked up at me, her eyes briefly closing. “If ginger and grapefruit and sage were all dumped into a mortar and crushed up with a pestle, that scent would be you,” she said.
“A description I wasn’t expecting.” She made me smile. “It’s my cologne. And yours smells like my favorite fruit. Pomegranates.”
I liked being this close to her.
I liked that I only had to squeeze my arms together and she would be inside them.
I liked how she was biting her lip, as though she were anticipating what mine would feel like.
“Must be my body wash. I don’t wear perfume.”
“What you’re telling me is that every inch of your skin smells that fucking perfect?”
She giggled. “Well, I did take a shower before I drove here. So, yes, it should.”
I kept my eyes on hers until I was so deep into her neck that I couldn’t hold her gaze anymore, and my nose touched the spot just below her jaw. “Fuck me, you do.”
As I got closer to her ear, her breathing changed. It sped up, and her fingers dived into the back of my hair, tightening around the strands. Not to pull me away, but to keep me right where I was. “I have to admit something to you …”
“What?”
My lips hovered above her ear, my dick pulsing for her pussy, and my hands finally landed on her sides. She was as tiny as I’d suspected and even more seductive than I’d thought.
I waited for her to peel my fingers off her, but when she leaned into them instead, I said, “I’m ready to fucking inhale you.”
FOUR
Alivia
Iwas shocked. Shocked by how real this situation felt. Shocked by how much this stranger turned me on. In no way did this feel like a Hooked setup. It felt like I’d met this man in the wild and we had somehow ended up here, alone, seconds away from pouncing on one another.
Who was he?
Why did he feel so familiar?
And how did he possess the kind of superpower that made me want to immediately strip off my clothes, straddle his massive frame, and lose myself in him? How did he have the ability to make me forget everything Dean had said and done tonight?
He … just did.
With his mouth by my ear, he’d told me he was ready to inhale me. Now those words were repeating in my head, making this moment even more delicious.
“What are you waiting for?” I touched his chest. It was ashard as I’d suspected, his pecs completely solid, like the wood I was sitting on. I squeezed the tops of his arms, and the muscles were wider than my fingers could stretch. As I wrapped around them, inch by inch, there was no give. There was only firmness and definition.
