Page 92 of Snared

My head hit the wall as I arched closer to his questing touch, cursing softly from the intensity.

“Shh,” he murmured, and I looked down, my fingers clutched in his hair as he tugged down my clothes.

“Josh.” I drew his name out slowly, watching as his tongue darted out and traced my folds. My entire body tensed.

“No screaming, Charlie.”

“Fucker,” I growled.

Then his tongue was on my clit. He teased and taunted me, pressed the flat of his tongue to me. His fingers gripped my ass as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

I swallowed the scream threatening to escape, as I watched him devour me. Thank fuck, his hands stayed where they were, or I would’ve been a puddle on the floor.

Fuck.

It wasn’t fair that he was so damn good at this. He destroyed me. Stealing my breath. Giving me pleasure like I’d never known was possible.

Especially coming from this cocky man I’d never wanted.

Heat barreled through my body and I was close to exploding.

“Yes.” I gasped when he traced his tongue over my clit in some pattern guaranteed to send me over. I yanked on his hair, fearing that I’d start yelling his name soon.

But he didn’t let up for a second. My body tensed, my orgasm rocking through me. I tightened my fingers in his hair again, grinding shamelessly against his face. The scruff on his cheeks scraped against my sensitive skin and I shuddered.

My heart raced as he pressed kisses on my fevered skin and slowly moved up my body until he stood over me, his mouth glistening.

He leaned down, sealing his lips to mine, and I tasted myself on him. This man, who was always impeccable, always put together, clearly didn’t care about how messy he was with me—it was fucking hot. That his craving for me matched mine for him. I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking up to feel his hard cock against my tender skin.

“We definitely don’t have time for that,” he said tightly, a combination of laughter and pain in his tone.

“Fucking hell, I know. Later. Definitely later.” I rolled my hips again to punctuate the last word, and he leaned in for another kiss.

Jax’s voice broke through my lust-filled trance. “Looking for a drummer. Our drummer is MIA. Anyone seen her? Blonde, feisty, sometimes cranky, but I blame her husband for that. And huh, he appears to be MIA, too. What could they be up to?”

“Shit.” I scrambled away from Josh like a kid caught with her hand in the candy jar.

“I’m going to murder him,” Josh muttered, and I couldn’t stop my giggle at this insanity I currently found myself in.

“Bash has a decent voice. We don’t need Jax,” he pointed out.

His annoyance sent another thrill down my bones. My focus should be on tonight’s show, but all I wanted was to get Josh alone again—away from pesky, too nosy bandmates.

JOSH

“Charlie,” Jax’s voice called out again. I groaned, willing my cock to calm the fuck down because there was no way we were going to be able to pick up where we’d left off any time soon. I swear, the thing could be as annoying as Jax.

Jax was fucking relentless.

“How bad do I look?” Charlie asked, stepping away from me.

It took everything in me to not pull her back into my arms.

“You look hot as fuck.” I leaned in closer. “Which is not helping the state of my cock,” I growled.

Her hair was mussed and her lips—fuck, her lips—were puffy and wet from my mouth.

Her eyes sparkled with heat and her cheeks were flushed.

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