Page 83 of Killer Kiss

Even holding his hand in this room, where Riddick might know people, was dangerous.

But a tiny moan slipped from my mouth. Heat flushed my skin, leaving a trail of fire that could only be put out by him.

No other man had ever made me feel like this.

Other men were barely even interesting. Tolerable at best but never something I actively sought out the way I did with him.

I didn’t have to go to that dance class.

I had, because of him.

I didn’t have to be here now. This was his lead, and I already knew it probably wouldn’t take us anywhere. But I’d come because of him.

I’d sat in that fucking hospital for hours the other night, terrified and unable to calm the racing of my heart, all because of him.

He was dangerous.

I was going to get us both killed.

In that moment, I didn’t care.

His lips came to my neck, kissing me there, sucking and licking and biting me in a way that somehow wasn’t painful because I was so. Damn. Hot. I closed my eyes and let my head sink back against the wall, giving him better access to my neck while his hand slid inside my panties.

His big body blocked me from the rest of the room, giving the most miniscule amount of privacy, but it was reckless to let him do this here. Where Riddick’s crew could be watching.

His finger slid inside me, and I cried out, clutching him, needing him to do it more.

“Faster,” I urged him on, breathless and shaking.

He angled his hand, pushing a second finger inside and using his thumb to rub my clit.

I moved my leg to give him more room, opening myself up and letting the sweet, slick pleasure of a building orgasm wind its way through me.

Every muscle relaxed as he worked like he knew me better than I did. Every thrust of his fingers was so perfectly placed, hitting my G-spot and creating sparks behind my eyes. Every rub of my clit had me mewling for more and remembering the way he’d done this with his tongue while my legs had been wrapped around his head.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my noises of pleasure mingling with others around me.

His head lowered, and he sucked my nipple through the lacy bra. I clutched his head to me, rocking my hips against his hand, searching for the finish line I so desperately needed to cross.

“Come for me, Lia. While everyone watches how beautiful you are.”

It was too late to stop it, even if his words reminded me we were in a public place. I tried to put the brakes on. Tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me. Like I was as light as a feather, he sent me over the edge, spiraling into the wind, soaring and tumbling while he held me tight. I pulsed and throbbed around his fingers, clutching his hair, the little key in my hand stabbing into my palm.

When I finally came down off the mountain, Augie stood and withdrew his fingers from inside me. With his gaze firmly on mine, he put his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

It wasn’t enough. He’d made me come twice, and I’d loved every second.

But for the longest time, I’d been well used to having to turn myself on.

Taking a man’s cock into my mouth had come to be one of my favorites. On my knees, with his cock in my mouth, it didn’t matter who the man was. I liked fingers in my hair. I liked groans of pleasure and words of affirmation.

Augie had been hell-bent on finding my ‘on switches’ for himself, but now I wanted to show him another.

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AUGIE

Ophelia would be the death of me. Of that, I was sure.

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