Page 155 of Cruel Lies

I rolled over so that I towered over her, my arms braced on either side of her face, my hair a curtain shielding us, hiding us from the rest of the world. Her eyes snapped open and searched mine, trying to find the joke, the catch in the offer, but there was none.

"Angel," she whispered, a hand lifting between us to trace the outline of my jaw. "I?—"

"The only things I want to hear coming out of your mouth are the noises you make when I touch you, my name, and the pretty pleas you make when it gets too intense."

"Fuck." Her lips parted on a sigh, and I captured them with my own, kissing her like I’d wanted to do for years now. I put everything I couldn’t say into that kiss, all the words thatwouldn’t come out right, all the emotions and feelings she put me through. My tongue prodded at the seam of her lips, and she groaned and let me in, her leg hooking around the back of my calf as she rubbed herself on me like a cat in heat.

She was silk and lace and all the best things in life, and she tasted like everything I’d ever dreamed she would and more. Her cherry lip gloss left me reeling. The smell of her vanilla body spray tickled my nose.

I felt the exact moment she realized how much she affected me. Her whole body pressed against mine, and she arced into my embrace as I rolled us over, setting her atop me to let gravity do most of the work.

I might have been a mostly healed man, but I wasn’t against making things easier on myself.

"Bring that pretty mouth down here and let me taste you again," I commanded, letting my fingers tangle in her hair as she practically fell on me with an eager squeak, her teeth nipping my lower lip playfully.

She let out another squeal of surprise when my free hand came down on her ass with a quietsmack.

We made out like teenagers going at it for the first time, all tongues and teeth and no finesse at all, but I didn’t care. I needed her like I needed air to breathe. Like the desert needed rain. Like a fish needed water.

And I intended to have her.

I rolled us over again, putting her on her back with a grin. "You stay right here and let me appreciate this masterpiece that is your body."

I slid down the length of her, wrapping a hand around one ankle so I could turn it out and kiss the inside gently. She shivered beneath my fingers, and the realization that I had so much power over her was like an aphrodisiac, making me harder than I ever remembered being in my life.

"Fuck," she whispered as my lips trailed up the inside of hercalf, my other hand drawing lazy circles on the other leg to mirror the trail I blazed on this side.

Unlike when I had her in the shower, this time, she opened her legs of her own accord, beckoning me between them with nothing more than my name on her lips and a whispered plea for more.

"Angel, please,"she begged, rocking her hips up as she dug her nails into my bedsheets at her sides. "Please."

"That’s what I plan to do to you, Harper," I mumbled against her skin, planting another feather-light kiss against the back of her knee. "Please you."

The moan that broke from her throat was promising, sinful, and erotic.

All the things I wanted to hear from her.

"I’m going to take my tongue and put it places it’s never been. I’m going to devour you like a four-course meal. And when I’ve had my fill, and I’ve left you quaking, needy, and wet—" I paused, my lips hovering above the skin halfway up the inside of her thigh. "Well, when you’re so desperate you can’t think straight, when you need it more than you need air, then you’ll really understand how I’ve felt all these years."

"Angel," she whined, parting her legs an inch further. "Don’t tease me."

"You’re breaking our agreement," I pointed out, but she didn’t seem to care.

She had me on my back in seconds, her hair draped over my chest, her lips on my skin now. Somewhere along the way, we’d become enemies, and even now, we went to war, trying to dominate each other the only way we could.

Her fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, baring my chest to her hot gaze.

I felt like she was burning me alive with that stare.

"I don’t care anymore," she confirmed, tongue darting outfrom between her lips to moisten them. "I need you, and you’re moving too slowly."

She climbed atop me and pinned me down, her hot core pressed insistently against my groin. I groaned and ground my hips into her, relishing the feel of her against my cock, even through the two layers of pants between us. "Fuck, Harper," I groaned as she swallowed my words in a passionate kiss.

All I could do was feel. The drag of her nails down my biceps as she slipped my shirt off me. The wet warmth of her breath in my ear as she licked and kissed and sucked and nibbled her way to my collarbone. The softness of her thighs around my waist. All of it served to drive me mad, and I was fast losing my patience—and my mind.

"I never said you could take over," I growled, flipping us again in a smooth move I’d practiced more than I cared to admit. "Now be a good girl and sit still for your master."

"Master?" she teased, nipping at my nose as I brushed my lips across her forehead. "I don’t see a leash and collar anywhere."

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