“You wanna follow me outta here?”
“Actually,” she replied with a gleam in her eyes, “I need to bum a ride. I rode in with Addison.”
A grin filled his face. Britain Skye was theperfectway to end his day.
17
DEVOUR
Joaquin
Rebel was going to break his own damn rule. That’s how far outside the lines he was coloring.
The valet retrieved his sports car. As he drove out, he didn’t ask Brit where to go. He drove toward home. At a red light, he glanced over. She peered back. They came together in a searing kiss, the constant desire urging him on.
The light changed, he shifted into first, and they rolled through the intersection. He wrapped his hand around her thigh. A sigh floated from her, she covered his hand with hers.
Then, he had to shift again, so he tugged his hand away. Hand on, hand off.
“I’m selling this damn car.”
She laughed. “Isn’t that a little extreme?”
“No.”
Minutes later, he parked in his condo building. He had zero interest in talking shop. All he wanted was Brit. Under him. Over him. Beside him. The need had been building from the moment he saw her in his restaurant. Hand in hand, they walked to theelevator. Once inside, he flashed his keycard and the elevator door closed.
In a millisecond, she was on him, her kisses reckless, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Her brutal assault had him groaning into her. She unleashed a torrent of lust and he couldn’t get enough of her. Then, she jumped into his arms, ground against him, her breath coming fast. His hardness throbbed in his pants. He wouldn’t be happy until they were connected, their bodies moving as one.
The doors opened, he hurried into his home, through the spacious living space toward his bedroom. But he needed confirmation.
“Brit, talk to me.”
“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, yes, and yes.”
He set her down in his bedroom. Coats gone, but when she went to unbutton her suit jacket, he stilled. This was one show he could not miss.
But Brit was on one speed. Mach fast. Jacket, on the floor. His attention jumped to her lacy black bra. Pants, gone in seconds. Brit, wearing a tiny, black thong made his balls ache.
She stopped, stared at him. “What are you waiting for?”
“Just admiring the view, ma’am.”
Her beautiful smile sent his heart soaring. “I got you.”
She pulled his sweater over his head. Then, she pressed her mouth to his chest, kissed his pecs. “I have to have you.”
He toed off his shoes. Off came his pants. She slipped chilly fingers inside his boxer briefs, whisked them off him, and knelt.
Freed, his hard shaft pointed north before it quickly vanished into her mouth.
“Fuck,” he ground out.
She rolled her tongue over its head, teasing the juices out of him, while she massaged his balls, stroked his cock.
In and out, each time taking more of him into her mouth. Excitement raged through him, the pleasure making him grit his teeth against the surge of ecstasy that threatened to explode out of him.
He had to warn her. “Brit, too good. Too fast.”
