Page 67 of Snared

I dropped the fabric. “I’m not playing any games,” I said as I stood in front of him without a stitch on.

“Fucking hell,” he growled, his fingers trailing down my arm.

Goose bumps followed in his wake. Was it possible to orgasm with just a touch?

“So soft. So fucking gorgeous. I should not crave you as much as I do,” he said.

His fingers traced along my collarbone, then down the center of my chest, and he lowered his head.

“I have to taste you,” he said against my fevered skin.

And then I was on my tiptoes, and his lips were on my breast, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipple.

“Oh fuck,” I said, my head hitting the wall behind me as I arched into his touch.

“In time,” he murmured against my skin before sucking my breast into his mouth. His teeth grazed across my nipple, and then his fingers were on my other breast, tweaking that nipple, causing it to bead under his touch.

I rocked my hips up, searching for something, chasing my desire for him.

Giving in had never felt so good.

JOSH

I couldn’t get enough of her taste. Her touch. The feel of her in my arms. She was incredible. I’d ached for her all night and had hoped that getting off in my shower with her name on my lips would be enough to get me through the day.

Then I’d heard her. I’d been unable to move from my spot outside her bathroom door after her gasps. I’d had no definite plans, but not confronting her hadn’t been an option.

And now she was in my arms, allowing me to devour her, to feel her nipple pebbled against my tongue.

My cock hardened to the point of pain, and I wanted to shuck my clothes.

I still couldn’t believe she’d dropped her towel. That image of her naked body was burned in my brain forever. Dewy, pink skin. Perfect breasts and hips that begged for my hands.

Fuck, I wanted to sink my cock into her. I knew she was ready for that, if her soft moans were anything to go by, but I wanted to savor every inch of her first, feel her sweet heat on my tongue.

I growled against her skin as her fingers sank into my hair, holding me against her.

Her nails scraped my scalp and dug in, her hips rocked against my stomach, and I couldn’t go slow.

I released her breast with a pop, trailing kisses down her quivering stomach as I dropped to my knees.

As I gazed up at her, her blown pupils urged me on. Her tongue traced her lips, and I realized I still hadn’t properly kissed her since that meet and greet.

But I had another pair of lips that I wanted to kiss even more.

“Brace your back against the wall,” I said as I slipped one of her thighs over my shoulder, my eyes still locked on hers.

Her breathing was shallow, and she pressed her palms to the wall behind her while I lifted her other leg over my shoulder.

I gave her a grin, then buried my face between her thighs.

“Oh fucking hell,” she moaned out as my tongue touched her clit for the first time, and she shuddered in my hold. “Fuck, Josh.”

My hands gripped her delicious ass as I feasted, my tongue tracing circles over her nub, drawing her need into my mouth. Fuck, she tasted good. I raked my scruff against her thighs, and she clenched around my face.

Smothered between her legs was definitely the way to go if I had my pick.

I flattened my tongue against her and licked before sucking her clit into my mouth.

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