Page 13 of Filthy Devil

Arching my back, I moan as his tongue dives deeper down my throat. Slipping my hand from his jaw, I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck and grip him there. I hold on to him, trying to balance myself and keep from falling on my ass.

Because damn.

His mouth feels so good.

I can only imagine how it feels on other parts of my body—I don’t want to imagine it, though.

I want to feel it… right freaking now.

He nibbles on my bottom lip as he breaks the kiss, lifting his head. His eyes find mine again. I don’t release my grasp on his neck. I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want him to pull away.

“I don’t know what happens next, babe.”

His voice is rough, husky, and sexy. I’m so dazed that I can’t even remember what I asked him and why he’s telling me that he doesn’t know what happens next. Anything can happen as long as he does that again.

He turned me down last night, but I have a feeling he won’t right now. Clenching my thighs together, I let out a trembling exhale. He releases his grasp on my wrist, but instead of moving my hand, I begin to unbuckle him.

He allows it, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue as his breathing comes out a bit heavier. A moment of silence passes between us. We’re both panting with anticipation and just as I unbutton then unzip his jeans, it’s as if something inside of him snaps.

Nash reaches for the boxers I’m wearing, wrenching them down my legs. I’m stepping out of them as quickly as I can one moment and the next, I’m up in the air, and my ass is on the edge of the counter.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I bring him closer to me. Moaning, I feel his length against my center. I’m wet and ready.He’s hard and ready. I want this right freaking now more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Slowly, he glides his rough fingers from my hips and glides them up my sides until he curls his fingers around my breasts.

When his thumbs glide across my nipples, my head falls backward as my back arches. He groans, his mouth touching the center of my throat. Then I feel his tongue circle there before his teeth scrape against my flesh, and one of his hands vanishes from my breast, finding its way between my legs.

OH. MY. GOD.

When his thumb finds purchase on my clit, and he begins to circle me there, my entire body trembles.

SO GOOD.

I know that this is wrong in more than one way. Not just because he’s older than me by a lot but also because he’s essentially kidnapped me from my kidnapper. I’m using my body as an insurance policy in the hope that I won’t be turned out, ending up with a fate worse than I originally signed up for—which was still pretty damn bad.

But even with all those wrongs, which I’m sure there are even more that I’m not able to think of, there is also a lot of right. The main thing being how this feels.

Itfeelsright.

Hefeels right.

So fucking right.

“Please,” I whimper.

My body is ready, primed, and begging for more. I’m on the verge of pleading for him to slip inside of me. I not only want it right this second—I need it.

“Look at me,” he demands.

Opening my eyes, I straighten my head, and my eyes find his. A moan escapes my lips as he continues to draw delicious circles against my clit. My breathing comes out in quick pants. I am onthe verge, so close to the edge, that I am ready to jump if he doesn’t help me over.

My gaze connects to his. Those blue eyes consume me. He owns me. I don’t even really know him, yet this man owns me. Or maybe I just want him to own me. To keep me for himself.

“I should not be doing this,” he growls.

My fingertips glide to his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against my touch. “Please, Nash. I need you inside of me.”

He shakes his head once, closing his eyes for a moment before he opens them again. When he does, there is a fire behind his gaze that causes my breath to hitch. He leans forward until his mouth almost touches mine. I can feel his warm breath against my lips, but it’s not enough.

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