Page 53 of Savage Beauty

“I’m wet.”

“I bet you taste good.”

She pushes up off the bed, that finger on her lower lip. Her skirt falls back in place, covering what I imagine is some very damp cotton.

And then she replaces my hand with hers. The tip of her nose traces along my neck and her hand explores the outline of my aching dick.

Christ.

If she keeps on like this, I’m going to spin her around, press her up against this wall, slide those panties to the side, and thrust deep inside. Fuck her hard.

I cup the back of her head to angle her and press my lips over hers. She opens, and my tongue slips past. The combination of our tongues and teeth clashing with her hand on my dick makes me lightheaded. Dizzy. Out of breath.

And then her bare hands are on me. Circling me. Stroking me.

Holy fuck.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. I break the kiss, gasping for air.

I shouldn’t do this. But why the fuck not?

If there was a reason, it’s sure as fuck not coming to me right now. She has just the right pressure, the right movement.

“Is this what you want?” I somehow manage to ask.

“Yes.”

Her grip strengthens, and my knees nearly buckle.

“Are you sure?”

“I’d say the evidence at hand supports my statement.” Christ, she’s got one smart mouth on her.

My restraint snaps. I spin her around and lift the shirt until it gets snagged near her armpits. “Raise those arms.” It’s a growl. And yes, my dick whimpers from the loss of her touch, but the shirt goes flying.

Her breasts are bared to me because she’s not wearing a fucking bra. Fuck if my mouth doesn’t water. One hand goes to her throat, locking her in place against the wall, while the other dips to her panties, dipping inside to test those waters. And fuck me. She’s fucking drenched. She squirms on my fingers, getting herself off.

My tongue laves one nipple, sucking the peak into my mouth, and when my teeth apply pressure, she gasps.

“Ahhhh.” The sounds out of her mouth are a mix of moans, sighs, and high-pitched pleas.

Finally. She, too, is at a loss for words.

I have two fingers deep in her channel, and my thumb circles her clit. Her knee bends, pressing into my leg. It’s as if she’d fall to the ground if I didn’t hold her up.

I move to her other breast, and just as my lower teeth scrape her tender skin, she detonates on my hand, quivering. I lift my head in time to take in her closed eyelids and open mouth. The look on her face is one of pure bliss. Uninhibited, flushed, and wild. She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Her arms encircle my shoulders, and my mouth claims hers again. Only this time, the kiss is slow. Easier. And fuck, I want her. I want her so badly my body aches with need.

She lets out a loud sigh and rests her head against the side of mine. Her breaths slow, and her fingers tousle with my hair. Her eyelids blink open, and I get a good look at her dark, sated irises. The tip of her tongue laps her bottom lip as the rising and falling of her chest slows.

“I want you inside me.” The words are so soft, I’m uncertain I heard her correctly. Then her fingers wrap around my cock, which at this point pulses with need. “Please.”

“I don’t have a condom.” My forehead presses against hers. The truth aches in my chest. Because damn if I don’t want to slide into her, to feel her as she comes hard on my cock.

“I do.” Once again, she lets me go, and my poor dick whimpers at the loss of her touch. She saunters over to the black duffel she took from her apartment and digs into it. She pushes off the floor, holding a familiar square packet, and grins. “Sam’s emergency go bag.”

“Your brother packed condoms for you?”

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