Page 24 of Lorcan's Obsession

The recessed lighting illuminated the blue embers in her green eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. Perhaps they came alive whenever she was vexed.

Her pointed acrylic nail trailed along a corded vein in my forearm.

"It seems I've left you with such a low impression that you'd miss me in a crowd of…four hundred people?” She ran her nail up to the arch of my neck, prickling gooseflesh. “Allow me to correct that, Lorcan."

Standing on her toes, her lips brushed gingerly against mine, moving in tandem with the sway of her head, back and forth. I closed my eyes, relishing this woman’s addictive plump lips, waiting for them to part open so I could taste her again. This moment of basking in our sensual—

—Ouch! Pain shot through my lower lip and my eyes flew open in surprise. She bit me! Not from the throngs of pleasure but from an urge to teach me a lesson. Possessive anger tensed my muscles. Tristen had marked me and stolen my power. She knew this was her show, and if I’d hoped to see her again, I had to play by her rules. No one had done that to me before—left me defenseless, especially from erotic actions.

Still, I had to try and reassert control. Bracketing her jaw in a vice grip, I caged Tristen with my body, pushing her back straight against the cool mirrors. She didn’t flinch or back down. Her gaze seared into me with a smirk as she coyly pressed her thumb against the nip on my skin.

"Mmm.” She sucked the red off the tip of her digit. “Not bad, Lorcan. I quite like your taste."

Those words, that movement—they made me feral, nostrils flaring and a furious growl rumbling inside my throat. My body was feverish, the need to dominate her crawling under my skin like acid. She was the fire I wanted to play with, but my redemption was at stake. I needed that second chance to prove everything.

Wild, untamed breaths filled the space. If Tristen chose not to see me again, I’d lose my sanity. My ego would suffer a debilitating blow that not even my bank account could revive. Who knew if I’d ever face women again after being dropped in the middle of a cunnilingus session?

Those were just facts.

My shoulders dropped, and my chin touched my chest. I breathed out in the lowest of voices, “I still need you, Tristen.”

I hoped that the rasp in my voice would convey to her just how much she had affected me.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took me off guard again by tilting my chin with her finger. Those sea-green eyes stared into mine for what felt like infinite time, trying to discern whether my words held any truth to them, or it was all leverage to sway the control from her.

Whatever she was looking for, she found it. Tristen gripped my shoulders and rose up to capture my lips. Her tongue speared into my mouth, teasing in long, gentle strokes. With a groan, I traced her nape and dug my fingers into her hair, weaving them through and tugging on a handful of the silken locks. She moaned in bliss against my lips.

This kiss was different from the ones we had this afternoon. Our tongues weren’t dueling with each other in a game of control; they were following the perfect symphony humming in the air between us. We weren’t chasing satisfaction from a sexual hunger, but seeking out a connection.

“Mmm…Lorcan.”

Hearing my name on her lips was ecstasy. I dropped my hand from her hair and grabbed her ass cheeks over the white ruffled minidress, pushing her closer to me. Tristen drove her hips into me, searching for friction. When that was not enough, she slid her hand between us, grabbing my cock over the thick and rough fabric.

Our kiss got wilder when she felt how hard I was for her. I growled like an animal in the wild, opening my lust-filled eyes to see the burning desire in hers. Slowly, she began moving her hand up and down my length, confidently holding my gaze.

"Tristen,” I panted, “I've been hard as nails since seeing you at the bar three weeks ago. I-I can't last much longer."

"Then give it to me." She batted her lengthy lashes, feeling my cock twitch and pulsate under her touch.

"Fuck,” I croaked, my hand plastering on the glass behind her to support myself as she continued working me. "Th-the security people might come up."

"Then make sure we don't get caught."

Her vice grip and seductive voice tipped me over the euphoric edge. My breath hitched, my neck arched, and the warm jets seeped past my crown, forming a wet patch over my crotch. Tristen’s eyes traveled down to my groin. She fingered the patch on my denim jeans.

"I want to kiss you here."

I swallowed my gasp. This wasn’t what I was expecting from the woman who ran out on me eating her pussy. Not at all. She crouched on her heels, her hands holding onto my thighs for support.

"I want to know what you taste like."

"Y-you don't have to—"

She licked me over my jeans. "I'd love to."

And then she licked again, and again, and again…

Never mind oxygen, every bit of rationality was getting used up in this goddamn elevator. I desperately needed to feel her, to be buried inside her.

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