Page 100 of In Plain Sight

His lips parted on a sigh, and I did it again, kissing first his bottom lip, then the top one.

Needing more, I cupped his face and slotted our mouths together. He moaned and kissed me back, yanking me against his solid body and holding me close.

I plunged both hands into his thick hair, pushing the long strands back and from his face as I gave myself over to the moment—and to him.

One of his hands splayed over my back, and the other slid down to my ass, kneading and squeezing the sensitive globe as he pressed his hardening cock against mine.

I whimpered and pressed closer.

He tore his mouth from mine. “What do you want, Luka?”

His lips were kiss-swollen and red, his cheeks were ruddy, and his gaze was so full of heat my knees went weak.

“You.” I tilted my head to the side.

He accepted my unspoken invitation and dropped a line of nibbling kisses against my neck, then closed his mouth over my pulse point and gently sucked.

I gasped as a bolt of white-hot desire shot through me.

“Want you to fuck me,” I managed to scrape out.

He released my neck and lifted his head to look at me. “Are you sure?”

A laugh bubbled out of my chest. “I’m sure. I wanted it for so long.”

He paused, his eyes clouding over with something I couldn’t read.

“What?”

“Do you mean with me, or with my handle?” he asked quietly.

“You,” I said, looking him in the eyes so he’d know I was telling the truth. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you, long before I ever logged on to Kinksters and started talking with your handle.”

His kiss was hard and rough and absolutely perfect. I melted against him, letting him take over and loving every second of his aggression.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said, his voice a low growl that was way too hot. “Otherwise I’m going to bend you over my Camaro and fuck you until you come all over it.”

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My body tightened,and I let out an embarrassingly loud groan. I wanted that.

“Soon,” he promised with a dark chuckle. “But not tonight. Not for our first time.”

I shuddered as hopeful anticipation mixed with the nearly uncontrollable need rolling around inside me.

Silently, he stepped back and held out his hand. I took it and followed him out of the garage and up to the second floor.

He led me into one of the rooms. As soon as I crossed the threshold, he crowded me against the wall next to the door.

His kisses were hot and hard, and he jammed one big thigh between my legs, pressing it against my cock. I rubbed shamelessly against him, whimpering against his mouth as I greedily ran my hands over every part of him I could reach.

Not pausing his kisses, he undid my shirt, his nimble fingers moving swiftly down the line of buttons. When the last one popped free, he grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm against his cock.

I moaned against his mouth and rubbed his hard length over his jeans. I wanted to taste him again, to feel him in every partof me. With fumbling hands, I undid his pants and worked one down the front of them so I could grip his hard cock.

He tore his mouth from mine, and we both looked down.

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