“Wraith,” she muttered against his lips, but he immediately silenced her, slipping his tongue between her lips. His hips ground against her.
Cleo untangled her arms, caressing his broad shoulders and down his chest. This was a moment she’d fantasized forever. Touching Wraith always seemed outside the realm of possibility.Now, look at me.Cleo took full advantage and slid her hands over his stomach, down to the edge of his towel. She grasped the knot and tugged, but it remained fastened.Is it double knotted?
Before she could try again, Wraith grabbed her wrist, forcing her arm above her head, pressing into the pillow. His lips brushed against her cheek and down her neck. She arched her head, giving him better access, and shivered when he licked her throat. Her nipples immediately beaded and she thrust her hips, feeling the length of his cock nestle against her pussy. At this point, her dress was wrapped around her waist. There was only a towel and thin panties separating them.
Asking if they were going todo itseemed crass, but she was getting to the point of euphoric need and desire. Couth was seconds from leaving the room. Wraith inched back and straightened on his knees. She watched him grab her thighs, close her legs, and slide his hands up to her ass seconds before he ripped her underwear down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder.
All the while, he kept his darkened stare locked on her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and moisture pooled between her legs. It was like starring in her own dirty movie. Wraith pushed her legs apart and lowered his head. His mouth skimmed over her pussy, and without control, she jackknifed on the bed, gripping the sheets in her fists.
Oh God.
Her breath shallowed, and her mouth fell open. She drove her head into the pillow and tightened her grip on the bedding when his tongue circled over her clit. She’d masturbated hundreds of times, usually to mental images of Wraith. It had never come close to everything her body was experiencing at this very moment. He gripped her thighs, digging his short nails into her skin. The small shift of pleasure to pain had her driving her pussy against his mouth. His rumbling growl vibrated against her, adding a new element.Do it again, do it again.
Cleo stretched her neck, tingling desire spreading across her body, and her blood rushed through her veins. She wanted to savor the feeling, but her body was too stimulated. She grabbed his shoulders, squeezed tightly, and gasped for a breath seconds before letting out a loud and long echoing moan.
Damn.Her body went from over-stimulated to a pool of Jello, sinking into the mattress. She blinked her eyes, staring up at the dusty ceiling fan while trying to regain control of her breathing. Goosebumps covered her skin when he kissed her inner thigh.
That was fucking amazing. And mind-blowing. And surreal.
And over.
The end of the mattress dipped, and Wraith stood. She gazed over his body, fighting against a smile. If the bulge in his towel was any indication? It wasn’t completely over. He headed to the bathroom, passing the bed. Cleo pushed up to a seated position and reached out, skimming his hand. Wraith glanced down at her. His heated stare sent butterflies to her stomach. This was definitelynotover.
“Don’t you want me to…”
To what, Cleo? Suck you off?Her face heated as she scrambled to find the right words that didn’t sound so vulgar.Service you? Oh God no, that sounds worse.This is when experience with men would’ve come in handy.
“Go change into jeans. We’ll take a ride.”
Wait, what?She immediately dropped her gaze to his towel. He was clearly still in the mood. She parted her lips without any thought to what she’d say. Wraith didn’t give her the chance. He cupped her jaw, forcing her to look at him. His thumb slid over her cheek.
“I want to take you somewhere.”
Her eyes widened. “But I have to work.”
Wraith dropped his hand to his side. There was something in his paused silence that she couldn’t quite read.
“The motel is closed. Doing some renovations so we shut it down for a while.”
“Oh.” How come no one had told her? It usually wasn’t her place to ask but… “Since when?”
“Since now.” Wraith lifted his chin to the door. “Go.”
This topic was clearly not up for discussion.
“Okay.” Cleo watched him walk to the bathroom and close thedoor. She dropped her feet to the floor and stood. It was odd how his calm demeanor gave her no insight. But the last thing she wanted was to start an argument with him. She straightened her dress and walked to the door.
They were both consenting adults with nothing to hide. Still, she cracked the door open, peeking down the hall. It was empty.Thank God.She slipped out of his room and headed toward the stairs. She was only a few feet away when Gent rounded the corner.
Shit.
Cleo dropped her chin to her chest, staying laser focused on the floor. Unfortunately he stepped in front of her before she made it to the stairs.
“Hey, darlin’.” He paused, but she refused to look up. “You get a chance to talk to Wraith?”
Dammit.
She nodded and mumbled, “Uh-huh.”
