Page 27 of Hung Up

I had to jump back to avoid crashing into his back.

Pierce twirled around, towering over me as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

His brows pinched together, the slightest scrunch revealing his inner turmoil.

“Is everything . . . okay?” My words were hesitant, careful to not startle him further.

Pierce looked deeply into my eyes, his breath catching at whatever he saw in them.

“I can’t decide . . .”

I waited for him to explain, my arms looping around his waist as he fiddled with the ends of my hair with a playful finger.

“Decide . . . ?” I prompted.

His gaze snapped to mine, the heat returning in full force.

“If I want to make sweet, romantic love to you or fuck you until you can’t remember your name.” He licked his lips, the glistening pink flesh beckoning me closer.

I raised myself to speak against his lips: “I vote both.”

Pierce groaned, slamming his lips to mine, kissing me within an inch of life. His arms scooped me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

He carried me like that to my bedroom, tossing me into the center of the bed. I squealed, laughter peeling from me at the height I bounced to. My purse tumbled off the side of the bed.

Pierce prowled after me, crawling up the bed as he ate me alive with his eyes.

“Strip.” His voice left no room for disagreement, and I happily obliged.

I gripped the hem of my baby tee, slowly raising it over my head and tossing it over the side of the bed. I hadn’t worn a bra today—my breasts were on the smaller side and I could easily go without—and Pierce’s gaze homed immediately in on my nipples. They stood pointed and ready for his affection, practically begging him to lick and suck on them.

I trailed a hand down the side of my neck, down one breast to circle a needy nipple, then hooked it around the waistband of my skirt.

“Like this?”

I pulled the skirt down slowly, lifting my butt to tug it free. I kicked my sandals off to who-knew-where, leaving me only in my thong. I dropped my thighs open, showing Pierce just how horny I’d been all day. I could feel the wet patch of material teasing me all day as we shopped and walked. It was a sensual type of torture, knowing how wet I’d been and what it would do to Pierce later, knowing how needy I was.

The light was dim in my room with only a side table lamp on, but I could see the moment he noticed my wet panties.

“You’ve been needing me . . .” His voice rumbled across my skin, the unspoken words and desire coating me, getting me buzzed off the hum alone. “And you didn’t tell me?”

I shook my head once.

“Tell me,” he said as he lowered his face to my cunt, his hands holding my thighs apart. His eyes devoured me before snapping up to meet mine. “Tell me how much you need me.”

His breath blew hot over the soaking fabric, teasing my skin as it washed over my center.

My voice stuck in my throat, a knot thickening at the double meaning to his words. A double meaning that I wasn’t even sure he’d meant. But I’d heard it.

Yes, I needed him to make me come . . . But I also just needed him. It was as if he were the answer to a call I never knew I’d even made. And once he was here, how could I ever go back to life without him?

“Pierce . . .”

His mouth remained poised over my clothed pussy, its proximity sending sparks of phantom pleasure through me already.

“I need you, Pierce. More than you know.” My brutal honesty was cloaked behind my arousal and the whine I infused into my words.

A wicked gleam in his eyes turned his chocolate brown to molten lava. Pierce descended on my center, licking me over the fabric. He sucked the thin material into his mouth and groaned.

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