Page 103 of Snared

He lifted his head, staring at me.

“You’re not going to give me any recovery time, are you?”

I rolled my hips against him again, giving him a saucy grin.

His laugh turned into a groan. “You’re almost as insatiable as me.”

I hummed. “And you love it.”

His eyes darkened. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

And he stood up with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried us over to the bed. That would never not be hot.

Never.

“You have way too many clothes on,” he said as he lowered me to the bed.

“We should fix that,” I said, tugging my shirt over my head.

I shuddered when he drew his hand down the center of my body, his heated gaze never leaving mine. He popped open the button on my jeans and dragged the zipper down. The sound of the teeth parting echoed through my ears as I took a deep breath.

I shifted my hips, lifting my lower body from the bed in a silent demand for him to hurry the fuck up because I needed his mouth and his hands on my skin, in my body.

He pulled my jeans and panties off, and I reached around, popping the clasp on my bra and tossing the garment aside.

“Fuck. You’re a vision, Charlie.” His tongue darted out to trace his lip, and I reached up, tugging him toward me and wrapping my legs around his hips.

His cock rocked against my soaked center, and we both moaned as our lips crashed together. The kiss was bruising, every pent-up desire we had for each other fueling it. My tongue tangled with his, and knowing that he didn’t care about tasting himself on my tongue turned me on. He needed me that badly, almost as badly as I needed him.

He rolled his hips against me, his cock notched exactly where I wanted it, and I wanted him to sink into me bare. I wanted to feel him without a barrier between us.

“Fuck me, Josh,” I said, my hands sinking into his hair.

He stared down at me, pupils blown, and sucked in a breath.

We were always seconds away from combustion when we came together, and I relished every second of it. I’d never had such a powerful connection with someone like I did with Josh, and I knew it wasn’t only physical.

But right here and now, I only focused on how he made my body light up like a damn Christmas tree.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the crook of my neck again, biting me and then bathing each spot he nipped with his tongue. Heat barreled through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I felt like I was going to combust.

I rubbed against his cock, seeking any friction I could get, wishing he was inside me, but thrilled at the anticipation as he continued to nibble along my jaw.

“I nee—fuck, Josh, I need you,” I moaned as he kissed down my chest, then stopped to take one nipple into his mouth. He bit down gently and I lifted my hips, grinding against him, my whole being trying to get as close to him as possible.

“So impatient,” he murmured against my other breast before he lavished the same attention on it.

I dragged my nails along his scalp, urging him on, but he only chuckled against my feverish skin as he released my nipple with a pop.

He continued to trail kisses down my body, his fingers tracing my curves, and I dug my heels into his back as he shifted down on the bed, his cock no longer pressing against my wet center.

Dammit. He was going to keep torturing me.

I gasped as he parted my folds and sank one finger into me, curling it up to hit that perfect spot.

“Yes,” I shouted as he added a second finger inside of me and thrust them in and out, exactly like I desperately wanted his cock to do.

“Try not to scream down the hotel,” he said against my belly, but I pushed his head where I wanted it.

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