His lips are greedy, punishing, sucking at the soft skin just below my ear. His hand at the nape of my neck tightens, forcing my chest to flush hard against his.
His mouth goes desperate, teeth grazing my earlobe, and when that needy, humiliating moan breaks out of my throat, I want to sink into the floor and stay there.
“Fuck,” he wheezes against my skin, his breath scorching. “I need… let me taste you. More. Give me your skin… just let me go a little bit lower, just a little bit…”
His hand pulls at my t-shirt, stretching the fabric off my shoulder until it looks like it might tear.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his tongue dragging over my collarbone in a way that makes my entire world go white.
The friction is intense. I am burning everywhere he touches. My hands, which should be pushing him away, find the hem of his shirt instead, gripping the damp cotton for dear life. My hips betray me, rolling forward instinctively, seeking the heavy, solid pressure of his thigh.
It’s so weird, even crazy—he’s totally in control, but he’s also acting like he’s losing his mind. His hands know exactly what they’re doing, even though he’s acting like he’s starving for it.
With his other hand, he continues to hold my body close to him.
The contact is electric. I am hard—aching and desperate—and as I rub against him, a pitiful moan breaks from my throat.
I feel ashamed, but I cannot stop.
“Shit,” I mumble. “I…”
I’m unable to finish the thought.
“What? What is it, sweetie?” Devlin asks, his voice unrecognizable as he nips at the cord of my neck.
“Devlin,” is all I can gasp out.
“Fucking hell.” He pulls back just enough to grab my face, his thumb bruising my cheek as he forces me to look at him.
His eyes are completely blown out, dark with a hunger that terrifies and thrills me. Then he crushes his mouth against mine.
His tongue pushes past my teeth. I sink into him, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
Then I feel it.
His own erection is a thick, unmistakable ridge pressing hard against my hip. My eyes fly open in shock, my brain struggling to process the reality.Devlin is hard again. Devlin really wants me.He despises me—his eyes told me so a thousand times—but his body is telling a different story.
“T-touch me,” he groans against my lips, his breath hitching.
Before I can even find my bearings, his hand slides down between our bodies.
He finds the bulge in my jeans and squeezes, a low growl vibrating in his chest and he exhales loudly through his nostrils.
He begins to rub me through the denim, his movements rhythmic and expert, making my head fall back as I surrender to the friction.
6
Chapter 6
The moment Devlin’s hand finally closes around me, even through the denim of my jeans, a blaze of raw electricity ignites in my gut and rips through my entire body.
It feel like an explosion. My hips act on an instinct I didn’t even know I possessed, thrusting upward against his palm, desperate for the friction. I’ve never felt anything this all-consuming, this absolute.
“Devlin,” I gasp, my voice sounding foreign even to my own ears.
I want this to go on forever. At the same time, I’m starving for the feel of his bare skin.
Devlin’s hands grow frantic, tugging at my clothes, his movements borderline rough as he tries to strip away the barriers between us. For a second, a flicker of sanity returns—a cold splash of panic. If I let him keep going, if I let him take total control, I’ll lose the ability to stop. I’ll behisentirely.
