“Fuck eating. It can wait.” I take the plate from her hand and shove it onto the night stand. “I have to kiss you now.”
Turning her toward me, I tilt her head back, treating myself to her lush, pouty, lower lip.
The easy way she opens to me, makes my pulse throb. All over.
I take my time, exploring, tasting, intoxicated by the shy way her tongue is exploring mine.
When we finally break for air, I cradle her face in my hand, searching those pretty blue eyes.
“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.”
“Then don’t.”
A feral sound claws out of my throat as I let my other hand skim down her body. From the right over her heart, down until I’m gripping her pussy through her denim.
Her breath catches hard. I take advantage of her parted lips, sweeping in for another attempt to quench my thirst.
She softens, tiny sounds coming from her throat. Stoking, fanning, pouring gasoline on my fire.
My tongue grows more insistent, mimicking the way I want to fuck her with my cock.
With a needy whimper she lifts, grinds harder against my hand. “Yesss. Yes. I need you to touch me,” she breathes against my lips.
I’m already clenching my teeth. Trying to go easy. Not flip her below me when that’s what my body is demanding.
A rough,claimingfuck.
That’s all I can think about.
With my sternum sawing up and down, I find it’s impossible to be gentle. My need is too volatile. And she’s responding hotly. My rough grip on her pussy, shifting lower, exploring her soft, feminine inner thighs through her jeans with forceful grabs.
When her legs spread, an invitation, a river of heat floods my cock.
“I can feel how hot you’re getting through your jeans,” I tell her, my voice gone deep, as I tease my thumb up and down the valley of her sex. The denim grows damp, heating more with every stroke.
Her fingers bump mine as she fumbles to undo her button, but when I see what she wants, I growl against her neck and take over.
“That’s my job.”
I love the way she gasps when I rip open the button, shove down her zipper and dive my hand into that secret, dark heaven.
Slow. Fuckingslowdown.
Only my hand has found the place it belongs.
Christ, she’s sweet. Bare. Ripe. Tiny in my oversized hand.
“This is dangerous pussy,” I pant into her ear, my tongue finding the curve of her neck for a slow lick. “I won’t be able to get close to you and not be desperate to shove my fat cock into this beauty.”
“Ryker,” she whimpers, arching against my hand. “Put your fingers inside of me.”
Goddamn I want to put every part of me I can inside of her.
Her tempting, slick heat is my weakness. There’s no way I can stop my fingers from dipping in, feeling her clench for the first time.
“Fuck,Jade.”
“T-tell me. What does it feel like?” she asks almost slyly, a needy tremble in her words.
