Then her scent hits me and I break.
Without much thought or effort, I fist the material of her shorts, letting all four fingers graze the crease between her thigh and hip. I trace my eyes over her collarbone, over the curve of her cleavage and back up.
She’s beautiful. Infuriatingly so.
I despise that she’s letting me stand this close. That she’s not shoving me away. That I want to kiss her. Then my sight drags across her neck and there it is again.
It’s dull, merely a faded bruise just under her jaw. But I see it,and it reminds me that it’s Alex’s mark. It snaps something loose in me. My jaw locks, heat pulsing behind my eyes.
She let him kiss her, let him touch her, and I hate that, too. We’ve shared before, he and I, sometimes at the same time, but the idea of him having her… I groan deep in my throat.
What is she doing to me? Why is she making me feel anything at all?
And I realize that I won’t be able to shake this feeling—not until I get her out of my system. Otherwise, I’ll spend the remainder of the year torturing us both.Just once.That’s all I need to rid her from my subconscious.
“Just once,” I whisper more to myself than her and crash our mouths together, every ounce of restraint dying on my tongue.
Sam slips her hands around my neck, and my body jerks in response. The second her mouth opens for me, I lose my fucking mind.
She digs her nails into my shoulder as if to peel me open and I grip her waist like I want to brand her into me. Her moan rips up my spine, and I bite her bottom lip in return.
Sam yanks me closer, even though there’s no more room between us. She moans again, loud enough to make my dick twitch in my jeans. Cupping her face, palm over jaw, I tilt her head so I can slide my tongue deeper. Sam stands on her toes in an attempt to meet my height.
It’s like she wants to crawl inside me, the way she’s kissing me, giving it back just as aggressively. Sam moves to the corner of my mouth, then my chin, slowly licking her way down to my neck. It feels amazing, too good if the unexpected tingle down my spine is any indication.
My eyes close of their own accord and I tilt my head to give her better access. Then they flicker open, and I see it again, Alex’shickey staring back at me. My stomach knots, rage coiling deep. I tear my mouth from hers, angrily and desperately kissing the spot where he once did. I suck and nibble until I know it’ll bloom red. Until it’s my mark on her skin.
She hisses through clenched teeth, her fingers twisting tighter in my shirt. When I finally pull back, breath ragged and lips tingling, I stare at the bruised patch of skin like it’s proof. Then she grips my shirt and pulls me to her height to bite my jaw. The roughness of it floors me and I’m not ready for the way my skin prickles, or how my body surges forward.
The need to taste, to devour her, takes over, and I travel down her body, kissing through the thin fabric of her tank until I’m kneeling in front of her. I hook a finger under the hem of her tiny slip shorts and move them to the side and freeze.
No panties.
“Fuck,” I mutter lowly.
I grip her thigh with my free hand to ground myself as I drag my gaze upward. She’s watching me, mouth open, brows knitted, and eyes glued to where my knuckles are so close to her cleanly shaved pussy.
Without breaking the stare, I release her thigh and run the pad of my middle finger between her slit.
Damn it, she’s so wet, so slippery. My finger’s coated in her arousal, and I bring it to my mouth and lick it off. Sam gasps, and I feel her leg muscles flutter. The taste of her is all sweet and heat.
“Mm,” she groans, pushing her pelvis closer to my face. I smirk.Greedy little slut.
With her shorts still gripped to the side, I use both thumbs to part her lips. As soon as her bud is exposed to me, already flushed, swollen, and preening, I growl deep in my chest. I leanin, and the moment the tip of my tongue connects with her clit, Sam shudders, another whimper escaping her.
I drag my tongue up, pausing to breathe her in, and her knees buckle, damn near taking me down with her. So I grip her left leg and toss it over my shoulder to help her keep her balance. Sam claws at my hair, her fingers fisting so tight it fucking hurts, but I don’t care. If that means she comes in my mouth, then so be it.
Parting her again, I flick her bud with the pad of my thumb, then rub slow tight circles before diving back in. I suck her into my mouth, massaging her clit with my tongue, all while running a finger through her juices. Once they’re nice and coated, I slip one inside her heat. I angle the inside of my wrist upward and pump in and out of her tight little hole while continuing to devour her clit.
Her back arches, nearly bowing off the edge of the mattress, but I hold her down, refusing to let up, not until she falls apart and gives it all to me. The moans, the shivers, and her cum. I slip in a second finger, and Sam grinds, fucking my hand and humping my face. I push deeper, curl my fingers against that soft, spongy spot that makes her cry out. I don’t let up, my mouth greedy and coated, her release running along my chin. She tries to squirm away, but I pin her in place until she shatters, one hand tangled in my hair.
“Fuuuuck, Kane,” she breathes, barely above a whisper.
My muscles tense at my name on her lips, her moans wrapped around it. I pull out of her and hook around her thigh, gripping her tightly as a jolt of satisfaction, pure and raw, rushes through my veins. But that name also hits a nerve at the same time. I don’t like it.
Kane is the one who breaks things, the cynic that hurts first to avoid getting hurt himself.
But Everest…
