Page 71 of Hot for Hostage

My fingers curled around the edge of the counter, and I swallowed to wet a suddenly dry throat. “What are you doing?”

He flicked another lock, which sent a flutter of butterflies into flight in my stomach. “I’m making sure we don’t get interrupted again.”

My blood pressure skyrocketed. He moved down the wall to another door and locked it, then crossed the room to bolt another.

How many doors did this place have? By the fourth one, I had the counter’s edge in a death grip and was squeezing my thighs together before he’d even laid a finger on me.

When the last lock clicked into place, Davian faced me with that same predatory gleam from earlier in his eyes.

I gulped as anticipation shivered down my spine, which made one side of his mouth curve up.

Like I said—be it from a heart attack or spontaneously combusting from the hunger in his gaze, I was going to die today.

davian’s treat

. . .

Davian

I wanted to savor everything about this moment.

The sudden stillness in the room. The anticipation coursing through my veins. Thegirl.

Sadie sat perched on the edge of the kitchen island, wide eyed with a white-knuckled grip on the counter, watching me approach.

She wore the trapped bunny look well.

It made me want to take my time. Make her sweat it out a little longer. But we’d been interrupted earlier, and I wasn’t sure I had the patience to draw this out. When I reached her, it was as natural as breathing to ease her knees apart and settle into the space between her legs. Sadie had to tilt her head back to hold my gaze.

“You locked all the doors,” she whispered.

I bit back a grin at her stating the obvious and stroked my hands up her bare thighs, wanting to touch more of her. All of her. It shouldn’t be possible for skin to be this soft. “Every last one.”

Sadie glanced down and raised her brows before looking back at me.

“But what about bed?” she asked, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper that made my fingers flex against her thighs.

I leaned closer, all my focus on her full, alluring lips. “Bed can wait.”

She audibly swallowed, and my patience snapped like a twig. I teased her lips with a slow, coaxing kiss, but it didn’t take much coaxing before she wrapped her arms around my neck and tugged me closer.

She tasted even more sugary sweet than earlier, clearly having sampled the cupcakes while she baked. I grasped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss, taking my time exploring every inch of her.

Sadie’s lips tasted like the sweetest salvation, and I would’ve been happy to drown in them for the rest of the afternoon. But I had much bigger plans for her, and that reminder gave me the strength to pull back and let go of her neck.

“Lie back, Sadie,” I said, giving her hips a squeeze.

Her tongue peeked out to wet her kiss-swollen lips as her eyes flitted nervously around the room. “Are you serious? Here?Now?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious. Lie back.”

“But— You— What—?” She stumbled over the words, and I cut off her stammering with a quick press of my lips to hers.

“Lie back,” I murmured against her lips.

With one last searching look to make sure I wasn’t joking, Sadie slowly dropped her arms from around my neck and reclined on the cleared counter. Even as she let her body relax, she kept her head tilted to watch me.

My lips twitched, and I rubbed my thumbs over the sliver of silky skin between her top and skirt. “That’s a good girl.”

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