Page 156 of Hot for Hostage

He didn’t waste any time capturing my lips in a kiss that burned all the way down to the tips of my toes. My legs tightened around his waist as the kisses trailed down my neck. All I could think about was I wanted him to touch me everywhere and never stop.

But I needed to find a safe place for Walter Jr. first.

Just as that thought materialized, Davian slid a hand up to cup my breast, his lips trailing back to that spot on my neck that made my eyes close, and poor Walter Jr. dropped from my grasp without a second thought.

“Um, be careful where you step,” I warned Davian distractedly as I arched into his touch. Growing bolder, I slid my hands down his front, freed him from his boxer briefs, and wrapped a hand around his hard length. That earned a groan from Davian that raised the baby hairs on my arms. The feel of him in my grasp—hard and ready—made heat pool low in my belly. “So, I know I mentioned making out, but I’m ready to get you inside me.”

Davian’s lips curved against my neck. “You’re the one with the gun, sweetheart. You make the demands.”

I froze with my fingers wrapped around him. He soundedwaytoo proud of himself for that one.

My answering laugh—a delighted cackle that had no business happening during a make out sesh—was swallowed by Davian’s lips finding mine again. But once the giggles started, I couldn’t seem to stop them, and he pulled back to raise a brow at me.

“It can mess with a man’s self-esteem to hear a woman laugh when she’s handling his equipment,” he said dryly.

I only laughed harder and stroked my hand along his length with a wink. “You already know you havenothingto worry about.”

Davian’s lips twitched, and he nipped at my lower lip before capturing it in another hungry kiss—one that quickly deepened into something more as he nudged my thighs further apart.

But instead of meeting my demands with what I wanted most, Davian decided to torture me first. The tremble of anticipation when his hand disappeared under my skirt quickly morphed into electrifying pleasure as his fingers stole my ability to speak. He worked me until I was writhing and begging and the horny demon threatened to take over.

Only when I was on the brink of shattering into a million pieces did Davian’s tormenting finally let up.

Hiking me up against the door, he pushed into me just like he did everything else—with a surety that left me breathless. It wasn’t slow. Or gentle. Instead, he gripped my hips like he was branding them and thrust into me until I could feel every inch of him.

I loved it.

I gasped, grabbing his shoulders and adjusting to the sweet stretch. “More.”

Davian let out a low chuckle. “Someone’s greedy.”

He wasn’t wrong. But the joke was on me, because I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him.

Davian’s hips set a merciless pace that left me breathless and holding on for the ride. This wasn’t a lazy exploration like on his patio underneath the sunshine or the fun we’d had on his kitchen island.

This was hot and fast and made the door behind me rattle with his ferocity.

But I already knew I wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

Being pinned to a door didn’t allow me much movement, leaving me to claw my nails down Davian’s shirt-covered back and clutch his hair as I arched against him—earning a guttural growl I’d never heard him make before.

Davian was just as attentive as he was hungry. It was like everything he did was with my enjoyment in mind. The angle of his hips. The depth of each stroke. His hand slid between our bodies, and it wasn’t long before he pushed me over the edge with a touch that temporarily blinded me. A strangled cry left my throat, and he followed shortly after—pulling me flush against him as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.

I belatedly realized I was completely naked except for my skirt, while Davian had barely pulled his pants down.

That didn’t feel fair at all.

But I couldn’t complain. The man had just made me see stars.

“Change of plans. Reschedule your training with Vince and anything else you have planned tomorrow,” was the first thing Davian said to me as we caught our breath. He dipped his head to press a kiss to my bare shoulder, and his voice dropped to a deliciously gruff tone. “Because when I get you in my bed, I’m taking my time with you.”

It took me a second to comprehend what he’d said. But when it sank in, a delightful shiver rolled down my spine.

“Bed?” I propped my head back against the door and tightened my legs around his lean waist. Davian’s breathing had returned to normal, while I still sounded like I’d just run a marathon. “Don’t forget, you still owe me dinner.”

His lips curved against my skin. “I’ll take you to all the dinners you want.”

I gave a pleased hum, happy for so many reasons.

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