Page 68 of Resurfaced Passion
“Give me the right to earn my way into owning this wet little pussy.”
He rose to his feet, licking wetness from his lips, catching her heavy inhales, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.
There was no waiting or gauging what was next. He took this next kiss just as hungry, diving in deep when her gasp meant her mouth opened wide. He let her taste herself, how fucking sweet she was.
Dirty slashes of his tongue, licking over her teeth, the roof of her mouth. He was an addict getting a fix and only when his lungs protested did he step back, pick her up and carry her through to the living room, flipped on the lights, and it was where he deposited them both on the couch, Paige straddled directly over his raging cock. Her hips circled like she was seeking something and like a starving man he laid his head back and let her until she stilled and rested her chin on his chest.
It was the most at peace he’d felt.
“You keep making me feel good and I haven’t done anything for you yet, Reaper.”
It was the only goddamn way he could keep his head with any form of sanity.
“I like making you feel good.” like it was his air. “Paige?”
“Hm?” She hummed; the vibration rattled his chest.
“I want—”
“Okay,” she said again, this time laughing as she looked up, her eyes dripping in humor. He reached out, stroked a thumb down her pink cheek.
She watched him, her smile drifted away leaving behind a look of anticipation and want right there for him to see.
His voice strangled because all he sought to do was lay her out flat and punch his cock into the deepest part of her and live there.
“I want you to decline the TV interview.” He forced out and watched her desire bleach out, replaced with surprise.
A shiver raced up his spine.
Not because he thought he was about to get some.
Because he knew that look.
She was going to fucking refuse.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“When reality is so much more than the late-night fantasy.” - Paige
“What on earth for? It’s TV, Reaper! Besides, my boss practically told me she needs me to do it. Lucie is sweet and all, but she’d drop so many F-bombs and our cook only grunts words of two syllables and that’s on a good day.”
So damn sweet and naïve, he brushed the long curtains of her hanging hair away from her face, his mind on speed dial.
He didn’t like it, not one bit, but he wasn’t the type of guy to force her into something, even if the consequences were about to burn an acid hole through his stomach.
Instead, he changed gears.
“What do you need, Paige? Have you been waiting for my hands crawling all over you? My mouth tasting your wet flesh?” She hummed, nodding, a blush on her cheeks, eyes highlighted in arousal. He pressed his mouth to hers, opened and gave her a little lick, she opened instantly. “Does my mouth taste like you?”
“Oh, dear god, Reaper.”
Touching his lips to hers again, deeper this time, he got off on the way she tilted into him for more, her little tongue tip lashing out at his. Her eyes were so expressive. A window to the soul, or so that saying went. He so fucking wished he could reach her soul.
His hands moved slowly down her back, enjoying her soft purr and he cupped both firm globes of her ass and once he had a nice handful, he spread her cheeks apart just a little, enough to have her eyes going wider and she raised her hips but then fell back down on his lap.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
Another ass squeeze, he let a finger slip between the cheeks, momentarily feathering over her puckered skin, making her moan and clench up. Fuck, she really did like her ass played with, it would be something he’d revisit another time. First he moved lower and gathered warm juices, from her entrance along the puffy lips to her clit and back again. The angle was a good one and a favorite of his. “I like touching you here, baby.” He confessed when her head dropped to his shoulder and she began to make tiny panting whimpers the more he plied pressure to her clit and rimmed her hole. “I love watching you shake and bite your lip when you’re about to come.” He could already feel her pulsing with the pending orgasm and his cock jerked, wanting the stranglehold latched around him.
