He was making those sounds the whole time, growls and snarls that sounded almost inhuman, like a creature out of a monster movie, and I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe. He grabbed me around the waist and I shrieked, struggling playfully even as I melted against him.
“Gotcha,” he rumbled against my ear.
“Fair catch.”
“I always catch what I’m hunting.”
I kissed him. That shut him up fast.
It also flipped the switch on the heat simmering between us, turning our playful banter into full-blown hunger in a blink. One moment we were laughing, the next my mouth was fused to his, tongues sliding hot and urgent. My fingers knotted in the damp fabric of his shirt, yanking him closer. His arms locked around my back, hoisting me up off the floor like I weighed nothing.
I hooked my legs around his waist, and he carried me those few steps to the kitchen table, dumping me down on the edge with a thud that rattled the salt shaker. This had to be his kink: perching me on tables like some kind of offering.
“I’m hungry,” he said against my mouth.
“I have food. Some cheese that might still be good.”
“Hmm,” he hummed as he bit my lower lip. “Not hungry for food.”
His palms slipped under my soaked shirt, and I sucked in a breath at the chill of his skin hitting my warm belly. The shock made goosebumps ripple across me, my body arching into the touch. He didn’t pause, shoving the wet cotton higher, baring my stomach, then the lacy edge of my bra, until my breasts spilled into view.
He froze and stared, eyes widening like he’d uncovered treasure.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, gaze locked on me as if I were a miracle. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Caelan...”
“So beautiful. I can’t believe I get to touch you.”
Then his lips crashed onto my chest, sucking through the thin lace over one nipple, and my brain short-circuited. His tongue dragged along the outline, teasing the bud beneath, making me twist and press up for more. His hands cradled my breasts, thumbs brushing the undersides before squeezing, sending jolts straight down to my clit.
“I’ve been thinking about these all night,” he growled against my skin. “Driving me fucking insane.”
He reached behind me, unclasped my bra with a tug and a grunt, and peeled it away. The cool air hit my bare breasts and mynipples hardened instantly, tight and aching. He let out a deep groan, drinking in the sight.
“Goddess,” he whispered. “I’m a lucky bastard.”
His mouth latched onto my naked skin, and I nearly bucked off the table.
He drew my nipple between his lips, tongue swirling fast around the stiff tip, sucking with a pull that tugged at my core. I cried out, the pleasure sharp and electric, my pussy clenching empty and wet. His teeth scraped lightly, and I gasped, hands flying to his hair, gripping the strands to hold him there.
“More,” I begged. “Please, more.”
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Licking broad strokes, sucking until it throbbed, nipping just enough to make me hiss. His free hand worked the first one, fingers rolling the slick nipple, pinching just hard enough to make me whimper.
“You like that?” His voice was rough. “You like when I play with your tits?”
“Yes.” The word came out broken. “God, yes.”
“I could do this for hours.” He sucked hard on my nipple and I moaned. “Could worship these perfect tits all night. Make you come just from this.”
The thought made me throb. Could he? I’d never climaxed from this alone, but with his mouth working me over, it felt possible. My pussy pulsed, slickness coating my thighs.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at me. My breasts glistened from his saliva, nipples swollen and flushed. He looked at me like I was a feast and he was starving.
“I need to taste more of you,” he said, and his lips started trailing lower.
Caelan’s mouth mapped my body, pressing kisses into my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel before hitting my hip bones. He nipped the skin there, light but possessive, then mouthed the edge of my shorts’ waistband. He glanced up, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the gray.
