Page 49 of Root

The cat harness and leash fall from suddenly nerveless fingers and I arch, wanting that hot mouth and the smooth stroke of his shaven cheek to rub against me again.

It’s what he does. Kisses as delicate as a dragonfly, followed by the heat of his cheek like a cat seeking that perfect spot.

Then back to the kisses. This time he adds the skim of his tongue tip, and I’m out of my mind, I’m collapsing in on myself. I’m lost and exactly where I want to be.

His hands slide over me, fingers touching, drawing moans from me. Thing is, as he continues that light onslaught and the roaming of his hands, he doesn’t bite or take or touch anything sexual, and yet it’s the most blatantly sexual thing ever, and I need it all.

That’s what he does, he coaxes me into a frenzy where my pussy and my breasts ache for more, for his brand of assault. Because it is an assault, a storm my beaches, stealth-style, assault.

His tongue traces the line of my jaw making me quiver, right has his fingers flirt with a nipple.

Oh. Fuck. He knows what he’s doing.

I thought I had his number, but I don’t.

I’m a mass of nerve endings that have been starved. His touch is fire. And, as he comes up, mouth finally, finally on mine, he runs his fingers slowly between my thighs.

My head spins, because he touches the uppermost part of my inner thighs, right near my panties and then up, almost to my clit. On his next slow shift down, his tongue dancing with mine, I realize two things.

He’s not only undone my jeans and pushed them down but he’s lifting the side of my panties and it’s flesh against flesh.

He’s got me quivering on the brink, my clit aching for release as the sparks of joy start to tumble inside. He strokes me, in through my wetness and along my slit up to my clit.

I try to deepen the kiss, to make it as urgent as I feel, but he doesn’t let me.

It’s a low, slow meander down into melting heat. The urgency ebbs and in its place is a suspension of time passing. It’s just this moment, where pleasure undulates and builds, where there’s no one place on or in me that wants to race because it all happens, all at once.

I’m climbing, I’m hovering on the edge of an orgasm that’s so exquisite this moment is almost as good as coming.

He takes me deeper into the kiss as his thumb starts to work those sensitive nerves all around my clit, but not touching, and a finger slips into me and I start to crescendo.

Almost. Almost.

“Jessie,” he whispers, mouth now shifting to my ear, “what’s your involvement with the gang that runs Bunny’s?”

My thoughts scatter as his thumb touches my clit and a small orgasm takes me and makes that plateau he has me on rise higher. “I…I don’t…”

“Who’s Brutus?”

It’s superhuman strength that enables me to turn him into the wall and I squeeze my thighs shut, trying to rub on him, his finger still in me and it moves. Oh, fuck, he moves inside me and I bite his throat, hard.

He hisses a breath.

I have to stop him.

I grab his huge dick, I mean, he’s erect, but he’s huge even without that erection. With it? Oh, hell…I close my eyes, a hard shudder running through me. Then, I peel off him, letting him go and I pull up my pants, glaring at him.

“Family.”

The bastard looks at me like he’s indifferent to what happened. “Family?”

“I have a brother.” I push him and move off, hating the shake to my hands as I do so. Damn fuck boy and his magic touch.

He controlled that.

If he wanted me to come he’d have made me. I’m going to have to be careful with him because I’m not immune to him. At all.

“I want my phone in case he calls. I want to get out of here, in case he needs me.”

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