Taryn’s eyes find mine. She looks confused. “I should stop what?”
“Saying my name.”
“I thought you just said you liked it.”
The air between us crackles with electricity. “I do. I like it too much. If you say it again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist touching you. I’m fucking dying to kiss you again.”
The bereft look on her face is replaced by something else. Interest, maybe.
“Thanks for coming to check on me… Nash.”
I snap. I close the distance between us and pull her into my arms. My lips find hers and I nip at that soft, plump bottom lip.
A low sound, something between a groan and a growl, fills the room, and I realize that it’s coming from me.
She surrounds my neck with her arms and kisses me back just as hard.
For a few moments we devour each other, licking, biting, tasting.
But like it happened earlier, I’m greedy. One taste of Taryn isn’t enough. It makes me want more.
And this time we don’t have an audience and the bathroom’s door is locked.
This time I can explore her soft body with my hands, the same way I’m exploring her mouth.
One of my hands is at her jaw, tipping her head back to deepen the kiss. My other hand traces its way down her neck, collarbone, the soft swell of her chest.
“This ok?” I murmur against her lips.
She nods, silencing me with her mouth.
Her tits feel soft and perky at the same time and I cup one, feeling its weight in my hand.
Taryn nips at my bottom lip, harder than she’s done before. A zing of pleasure mixed with pain travels right to my groin and my already hard cock pulses with need.
Her nipples are hard too. I tease one with the pad of my thumb through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Oh.” She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, and I can’t help but wish those soft lips were wrapped around the part of me that pulses again.
“You like this?” I murmur, pinching the hard, aching point.
Her answer comes in a moan. “So, so much.”
The last of my control snaps and I undo the first two buttons of her dress, baring her chest to me.
I already caught a glimpse of her perfect tits during auditions, but now I can look my fill.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I bite out, lowering my head to the swell of her chest.
Taryn’s skin is soft and toned under my open mouth.
I taste my way down to her nipple and lick before closing my mouth over the stiff peak.
“Nash.”
It’s another moan, a prayer. Music to my ears.
Her chest heaves with each breath as I suck, lick, and graze her sensitive bud. Her head is thrown back as I feast on her, giving both breasts equal attention.
