Page 20 of Shattered

His lips are hot against mine and his tongue tastes like a mixture of liquor and his own sweet flavor. His right hand is cupping my cheek while the other is on my hip, holding me to him.

My stomach muscles tighten and my nipples poke against my shirt with confusion and excitement pumping through me.

With his lips on mine, I'm reminded of the previous night when he completely fucking owned me against that wall, and instantly, I want him again despite how much he bothers me.

I break the kiss and look up at him. His eyes have darkened again, and his lips are wet from our kiss.

“Why are you looking at me like that, princess?” His voice is deep and husky. Sexy.

I bite my lower lip and avert my eyes, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Just tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he says, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I feel my face heat up as I look back up at him. “I want you to make me feel again.”

He cocks his head slightly to the side and his jaw flexes. “Where do you live?”

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I unlock the door and the second it’s open, he spins me around, picking me up in his strong, muscular arms.

He walks us into my apartment and kicks the door shut with his foot while he presses me against the wall, lips moving quickly with mine. My hands thread through his blond hair as his lips slide down my neck. His teeth nip my sensitive skin, and a breathy moan leaves me.

His hands tug at my shirt until I allow him to pull it from my body. Our hands and lips are all over, wanting to explore every inch of the each other.

When his fingers unclasp my bra and it falls from my body, my face flushes. He never completely saw me the other night. We’d kept all our clothes on out in the open. But now, in the middle of the day, in my bright, white apartment with the sun openly streaming in through the windows, he’s going to see everything.

He picks up on my sudden shyness, and he leans away. “You’re fucking perfect.” His lips find my jaw before they trail down my neck. He falls to his knees before sucking my hard nipple into his mouth, taking away any doubt I had. I can’t think of anything else when he’s touching me, teasing me.

His hands are massaging my breasts, and his tongue keeps dancing around my hard nipple. My entire body is tense as a storm brews inside of me. Without his mouth leaving me, his hands fall to unbutton my jeans. He sits back on his knees and pushes them down my legs, fully taking me in.

My eyes were locked on his, but standing in front of him completely bare with everything stripped away but my insecurities, my eyes close, not being able to watch him as he looks over my body.

I feel his hand softly run up my thigh before his lips press against my stomach, causing every muscle to tense with fear and excitement. Finally, I look down at him.

His eyes are smoldering, and his jaw is flexed as he stands up in front of me. “You’re not getting all shy on me now, are you?” He leans in, nipping my bottom lip.

“This is different for me.” I can hear the nerves dripping from my words. “I don’t usually stand here and let a man study my naked body.”

The corner of his mouth turns up into a lopsided grin. “I’m not studying. I’m admiring. You’re fucking sexy, and I’m going to fucking enjoy watching you crumble in my hands.”

His lips crash into mine as his finger slides into me without warning. He pulls it out to spread my wetness around my aching sex before dipping back inside.

I lace my fingers into his hair and slightly pull, causing him to groan against my lips as he kisses me even harder.

He removes his fingers from me and cups my ass with both hands before picking me up and walking us through my apartment. He finds my bedroom, and he drops me on the bed. I lie flat, watching as he pulls off his shirt, revealing his hard, muscular chest and biceps.

God, how did I not know he was hiding all that?

I lick my lips, in desperate need to taste his gorgeous body.

“What is it, princess?” he asks, looming over me with the darkness of desire dancing in his eyes. He unbuttons his jeans and ever so fucking slowly, slides them down his muscular thighs. His large cock stands to attention, and my eyes are drawn to it.

“I want to taste you,” I nearly whisper as I get up on all fours to move to the foot of the bed.

He steps closer and I moisten my lips, opening for him. His velvety soft tip slides against my tongue, and I swirl it around him. His hands tangle in my hair as his breathing picks up. I take him as far as I can go before sliding him back out. When my lips are on his tip, I look up and see his eyes have closed and his mouth is agape.

I’ve only slid him in and out of my mouth a few times, but I can taste his arousal dripping from his tip. Suddenly, he pulls my hair until I release him. He places his finger under my chin, directing me to sit up on my knees. I do as he wants, putting my forehead at his lips. “My turn to taste you,” he says against my skin.

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