It’s barely voluntary, the way my legs curl around his hips, the way my hands itch to slide over his skin, to explore his muscles, the scar, that little trail of hair going down. His lips find my neck, kissing. Hungry. Wet. Passionate. Needy. Like he’s trying to devour me.
He sighs into my skin. “Out of your system yet, Gracie?”
“Not… exactly,” I breathe.
“I’m gonna fuck you until I am.” His grip on my hair tightens, pulling at my scalp, and he trails his mouth up my neck to my chin and then to my lips.
Kissing Decker is pure sex. Possessive, all-consuming. The kind of kiss that sends a little signal to my legs, telling them it’s time to open. My mind turns off, and there’s nothing else. Just him.
I yank off his shirt, then his hands are wandering over my thighs and ass, making their way up and relieving me of my tank top and bra. The moment my breasts are free, he’s biting and sucking, taking them the same way he took my mouth. Without control, without inhibition.
He grinds himself between my legs, pulling a low moan from deep within me. His hardness presses into my centre, rubbing against my jeans. God, I really need him to take those pants off. And mine.
“That was a beautiful fucking sound, Gracie. Let’s see how many times I can make you do that.”
I break away. Breathing heavy as I hold him at arm’s length. And god, the way he looks at me—eyes dark, starving, desperate to taste me—makes my insides go molten. I can see it, the sameneedthat’s flooding my own veins, lighting my skin on fire.
Need isn’t the word for it.
It’s too much, that look. It’s more than just attraction. It’s obvious in the way he touches me, smiles at me, in the way I can’t keep away from him, the way he consumes my mind like he consumes my body. It’s too damn much.
“This is just sex,” I say. “Right?”
He stills, those ever-moving hands of his tightening on my thighs, his expression one of consideration. But then he smiles and says, “And what else would this be, Grace?”
I arch a brow. “Nothing, which is my point.”
Humming, he clutches my throat, lips inches from mine. “Fine by me.”
Another one of those all-consuming kisses, and then he’s tugging off my jeans and panties and diving between my legs. As he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking and licking and twirling his tongue, I gasp. My back hits the rough wood of his workbench, and he jerks my thighs farther apart with a groan.
“Fuck, Gracie. You taste so goddamn good. Can’t stop thinking about this. About you.”
He drags his tongue over my slit, and I arch forward, demanding more, but Decker pulls back and drags his lips over the ink marking my thigh. I prop up on my elbows, watching as he follows the pattern, obsessively tracing lines with his tongue. Trailing wet kisses over the bones of my hips to my waist, licking flowers, black leaves and petals, the scales of the snake curling around my body.
Decker knows exactly how to touch me. He has since the first moment he put his hands on me. He understands innately that I like a little pain with my pleasure, that I don’t do gentle. Hard, fast, rough, hand squeezing at my throat. Even when he’s doing this, savouring me, taking his time, his movements teasing as he moves higher to my breasts, he handles me with a rough edge. Fingers slow but digging deep into my skin, marking me, bruising me. A special kind of hurt that sends my body into overdrive, making my pussy pulse and beg for him to just fuck me already.
Pulling him into a hard kiss, I reach for his waistband. “I need you inside me,” I whisper. “Now.”
He chuckles against my lips. “I fucking bet you do.” Without warning, he tosses me over his shoulder, eliciting a loud yelp from me. Then he carries me out of his garage. Ass fucking naked.
“Decker!” I hiss as I smack his back. “I’m not wearing any fucking clothes!”
He slaps my ass without slowing. He rounds the side of his house quickly, then slips through the back sliding door. Ten seconds later, I’m being tossed onto his bed.
He grins. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Grace.”
I part my knees and eye the massive bulge pressing against his pants. “Pretty sure you are.”
“I told you, you look damn good on your knees. So if you want me to fuck you, then you’re gonna earn it. With your mouth.”
Matching his smile, I prop myself up on my elbows. “You want that from me, Linc, you’ll need to beg for it.”
He advances, hand on the button of his pants, only stopping when his thighs hit the mattress. “Only one begging tonight will be you.”
A bolt of excitement rages up my spine. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
“Yeah, we will. So how about you open that pretty fucking mouth and do as I say?”
