His mouth crushed hers like he meant to rewrite the conversation in tongue.She tasted frustration, fury, and that feral edge that had always made Christian dangerous in all the right ways.Her hands came up to push, but she didn’t.Couldn’t.His grip was iron, but the heat beneath it was the real trap.
“You don’t get to ignore reality,” she breathed when he broke away, their foreheads nearly touching.“We’re not ending this argument with more sex.”
“No,” he growled, voice low and gravel-thick.“There’s no argument.”He slipped his hands under her thighs and yanked her closer, sliding her butt to the end of the bar, where her legs hung over.Then he flattened one palm over her chest and pushed.
She fell back onto the heavy wood.Her breath caught; his didn’t.He leaned over her, his cock hard beneath his jeans and against her core.Demanding.She might’ve whimpered.
He dipped his head, kissed her throat and then went lower, ripping open the buttons of her flannel.He tore her bra in two, and his heated mouth found her breasts.First one and then the other, his tongue lashed.“Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.Couldn’t.
Fire zinged through her too delicious to ignore.She didn’t know her body could do this.That she could feel like this.
He licked down her abdomen and then nipped her hipbone.Then he hooked his fingers in the edge of her jeans and panties and dragged them down with the precision of a strategic battle plan.“You were right about one thing,” he muttered against the inside of her thigh, breath hot, voice deadly sure.“Our time in the shower was way too short.I didn’t nearly get to indulge myself enough.”
Her fingers threaded into his hair just as his mouth found her, and the words she meant to say came out as a whimper swallowed by a moan.
This couldn’t be happening.Christian Osprey had his mouth on her clit.His tongue.His fingers.He gave a soft hum of pure male satisfaction that nearly shot her right off the bar.In response, he clamped both hands on her thighs, holding her open for him.
She gasped, hips jerking.He didn’t ease up.Just flicked his tongue, slow and devastating, then pressed in deep enough to have her crying out, just once, sharp and breathless.
Then he stopped.
Not all the way.Just backed off, let her hover on the edge while his breath ghosted over her soaked skin.
“No,” she choked, half a plea, half a curse.
He chuckled darkly against her.“Not yet.”
And then he was back—tongue stroking, curling, relentless.Her vision blurred.She braced on her elbows, every nerve a live wire.Heat coiled low, tight, unbearable?—
And again, he pulled back.
“Christian,” she snapped, furious, desperate.
“You’ll come,” he murmured, kissing her inner thigh like he hadn’t just tortured her within an inch of her sanity.“When I say.”
She would’ve cursed him, but he was already on her again, tongue rougher now, purposeful.Her orgasm built too fast, too strong, and just as it crested?—
Gone.
He licked a lazy path lower, ignoring the way she trembled, ruined and wild.
Her head fell back with a thud.“You bastard.”
He grinned against tender flesh.“Say it again.”Then he latched on—mouth hot, tongue firm, sucking her clit like he meant to leave a mark.
She lost it.
The orgasm hit fast and mean, yanking her under before she had a chance to brace.Her thighs trembled and tried to clamp around his head, but he held her still.Her hips bucked, wild and unforgiving, not caring that she probably caused bruises on her butt.She couldn’t get a breath in and just gasped as a noise tore out of her throat, rough and real and helpless.
Her back arched.Then she fell flat against the bar, one arm flailing out for balance she didn’t have, the other gripping his hair like a lifeline.
And still, he didn’t stop.
“Christian.”It came out wrecked.Barely a whisper.
He held her there, mouth dragging every last aftershock out of her, lips relentless, tongue merciless.It was too much.Way too much.Her muscles spasmed again, her legs twitching, and all she could do was take it.Shake through it.Pray he’d stop before she blacked out.
