Page 53 of Hot for Hostage

“Me neither.” He raised a brow. “Do you want me to slow down?”

His thumb slowed to lazy, torturous circles.

“Don’t you dare,” I growled, digging my blunt nails into his shoulders.

Davian only chuckled. “You sound about as threatening as a kitten.”

His chuckle morphed into a groan when he pushed the slip of fabric aside and nothing separated his fingers from me. “So wet.”

His appreciative murmur made my neck grow hot, and I dropped my forehead onto his shoulder. Was it normal to be this turned on by my hostage? Was beingtoowet a thing? My reflex was to make excuses, even as my hips moved against him.

“I was swimming,” I muttered defensively, as if that explained the arousal his fingers slid through. All it did was pull a gruff laugh from Davian.

“Sadie, Sadie.” Soft laughter tickled my ear, and the teasing in his voice undid me as much as his touch did. “No, I think this is all for me. Feel how slick you are and tell me again it’s from the pool.”

I huffed, unsure why I’d even tried to lie. It wasn’t like I couldn’t feel the very prominent evidence of his own arousal underneath me.

“Go on.” Davian shifted his legs to spread my thighs further apart, until I needed to sit up for balance. When he looked upat me, a wicked gleam entered his eyes. He wet his lips, which twitched with the beginnings of a smirk. “Touch yourself.”

If he kept looking at me like that, I’d do anything he wanted me to.

He pulled his hand back, and I barely stopped myself from whining at the loss.

While he watched, I let my hand drop from his shoulder before cautiously trailing it up my thigh. Every inch of my body warmed under his gaze and from the sun shining down on us. I would’ve rather been reaching for his belt buckle, but the way Davian’s eyes tracked my hand like a hawk while he lounged in the chair with the grace of a lazy predator kept me focused on the task at hand.

Or as focused as I could be when all I wanted was for him to touch me again.

Too worked up to even think about making it look seductive, I reached between my legs until I could feel just how wet I was.

Turned out, the answer wasverywet.

Like a maybe-I-should-be-embarrassed-about-this amount of wetness.

But since there was no arguing with the evidence, I cleared my throat. “Okay, fine… Not all of it’s from the pool.”

Davian’s gaze was riveted to my fingers.

“Now, was that so hard to admit?” he asked with a low voice, but the unmistakable ego in it made my brows rise.

My hostage wasgloatingabout turning me on?

Okay, two could play that game.

More aroused than I could ever remember being in my life, I eased a finger inside myself while Davian watched. His grip on my ass tightened, and he swore under his breath.

The unwavering focus in his gaze sent a shiver rolling down my spine—a cool whisper even the heat of the sun couldn’t fight.

Who knew touching myself while he watched would be such a turn-on? I was learning a lot about myself today.

“If you’re trying to kill me, it’s working,” Davian ground out as I drew my finger back through the gathered wetness.

He watched me touch myself with that same hunger in his eyes. It made my skin hot all over, especially when I could see the restraint in how his arm muscles bunched.

It wasn’t much longer before Davian snapped—his hand wrapping around my neck and tugging me down into a bruising kiss.

Holy cupcake, he could kiss.

He pulled back just enough that I could feel the tilt of his lips against mine. “My turn.”

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