Page 22 of Filthy Hot

Her eyes widen, then her lips pull up into a grin before she shakes her head a couple of times. “No,” she replies on a laugh. “None of those things.”

“Then whatever it is, we’ll figure it out later.”

“Later?” she asks.

I hum, taking a step toward her, then another. Kyle tilts her head back as I approach so she can continue to look up into my eyes. There is a moment of silence, one in which we watch one another. I don’t know what she is looking for, but I want to see inside of her. I want to see all of her.

“Later,” I confirm.

“And now?” she whispers.

I lift my hand and loosely wrap my fingers around the front of her neck. Sliding my thumb up and down the column of her throat, I stare into her eyes, soaking them up and wondering how I can make them widen in surprise over and over.

I want to hear her breath hitch, I want her gaze on me, I want her lips parted, and I want her to come—hard.

CHAPTER

NINE

KYLE

He makes me feel uncomfortable,but not in a creepy way, in a way where I know he’s going to challenge me. I’ve never been challenged before. I don’t know how I feel about it, but for whatever reason, my belly flutters with anticipation.

Gnaw releases his grasp on my throat, his hand falling away, but it doesn’t go far. His arm wraps around my waist before he tugs me against his chest. I don’t protest at all because I love the way his strong body feels pressed to mine.

His hand slides up the center of my back as his head dips, and then I feel his mouth touch mine. There is silence, but when his tongue slips inside of me, when it swirls around mine, the silence breaks.

It’s like a bubble that bursts.

Bright colors flash before my eyelids. His hand on my back slowly slides down to my ass as he breaks the kiss. Whimpering, I can’t open my eyes. I don’t want to. I want to feel his body against mine… his naked body.

Gripping the hem of his shirt, I gently guide it up his chest. He lifts his head, taking a step backward as he shrugs off his leather vest. I watch as he hangs it on the knob of the door, then he lifts his arm and reaches behind his neck and tugs his shirt off.

My breath hitches.

Seeing his body is almost too much. I’ve never been this close to a man who looks like him in my entire life. I mean, Xavier is no slouch, but this—the lean muscles stacked on lean muscles, the tattoos all over his chest—I knew he had them. I just knew it. And I want to lick them all.

Gnaw’s tongue slips out and slides across his bottom lip as his eyes move up and down the length of my body. He grins, reaching for his belt buckle, and I hear the clanking sound of him undoing it. I can’t look, though. His eyes have me completely and totally frozen—arrested in my spot.

“Take your tank off,” he demands.

Squeezing my thighs together, I try to hold back the shiver from his demand.

It doesn’t work.

I shiver.

It’s hot.

Reaching for the hem of my tight tank, I slowly shift it up my body. My belly trembles as I expose it to the cool air of the room, but I think it’s more because he’s staring at me. He looks so amazing, and I am not cut at all, so I can only imagine what he’s thinking as he sees me in the flesh.

Pinching my eyes closed, I take the tank top completely off and toss it on the floor somewhere behind me. Gnaw grunts, but I still can’t open my eyes. I’m standing in this room in my bra and tight pants, knowing that I do not look as sexy as this man in front of me.

And he’s looking at me.

He, without a doubt, can pull a ten, and I’m only a seven on a good day. He grunts again. This time, I feel his hand on the center of my chest. “Open your eyes, baby,” he murmurs.

Forcing my eyes to open, I find his gaze with my own. “Gnaw,” I exhale.

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