Page 51 of Whiskey and Regret
“The way your hands are moving on my neck,” she said softly.
“Then youreallydon’t want to hear what my idea of fun is right now.”
The music stopped abruptly but she didn’t turn around to face me. With my fingers on her neck, I could tell when her pulse quickened. It was practically vibrating beneath her skin.
“I do.” Even though I knew she was full of adrenaline, she didn’t let on. Her voice was calm and her body was still.
I didn’t tell her with words. Instead, I dipped my head low until my lips swept over her warm, honey velvet skin. When I brushed against her with my mouth, her breathing stuttered but she didn’t pull away. I pounced on the lack of hesitation as consent.
I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, testing the waters. She let out a soft gasp. It was quiet but it plucked open the flimsy hinge keeping the demon inside of me at bay. That gasp let me know what she wanted.
I slid my tongue along the curve of her neck before gripping her soft, cotton candy hair and tugging it to one side. I pressed my teeth into the tendons beneath the slender column of her throat. A growl rumbled somewhere in my chest. A direct response to the moan spilling over Xari’s full lips.
Benita Applebum. You gotta put me on.
Benita. Benita. Benita.
“Wait,” she said, still drunk from her own moan and my mouth on her neck. She stood and turned to face me. “This can’t be right.” Confusion flickered in her espresso eyes as her brows furled together.
I had a raging hard cock so I didn’t get the confusion. “What can’t be right? You have to know how fucking sexy I think you are.”
“Of course I do,” she said in true Xari fashion. “I mean…the way you kissed and bit my fucking neck, Evander.”
“What about it?” I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me. Right then, I didn’t give a fuck about her feeling my dick. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to know what she did to me. Resisting was exhausting.
“I just didn’t think you had that kind of passion. It’s probably a fluke.”
“Fluke? Xari, stop fucking playing with me.” I pulled on her curls, making her head snap back. She bit her bottom lip while her eyes locked onto mine.
“Kiss me, Evander,” she demanded. Her bossy controlling ass drove me crazy in the best and worst ways.
I tightened my hold on her hair then kissed her red lips. I wasn’t gentle either. I went in for the kill. I bit her bottom lip, sucked on it, swept my tongue against hers then pulled it back, making her chase the kiss hungrily. I crushed her petite frame against mine, digging my dick into her flat stomach.
I consumed her with that kiss. I’d been holding back for too fucking long. I was ready to peel her back petal by pretty petal and drink her nectar until I was drunk.
I didn’t give her a chance to pull back from the kiss. I pulled her back, gripping the nape of her neck while her lips were still seeking mine. Her lipstick was smeared across her lips, faded and messy. She looked nothing like the pretty picture of innocence I was used to.
No…
Like this, she looked dirty and needy. Not in a bad way but in a way that let me know I could turn her out in the bedroom. I wanted to bend her and fuck her and fill her mouth with every inch of my dick. I wanted to eat her pussy until she became a river and I was parched earth. I wanted every hole she had. I wanted her to beg me to stretch her until she would only fit me.
A knot thickened in my throat thinking of all the things I could do to her. All the things I would do to her. There was no more wiggle room. No more professionalism. All of that flew out of the window.
“Dammit,” she whined. I let her neck go and she blinked up at me, still bewildered.
“Dammit, what? Hmm?” I gripped my thick dick through my slacks and her stare dropped to my crotch. “That kiss wasn’t what you were expecting?”
“No.” She swallowed hard and moved closer to me. Her hands slid against my chest, smoothing my shirt. “I need more of that.”
“Then ask,” I gritted out. “Be a good girl and stop being such a fucking brat all the time.”
“I am not a brat!” She squeaked.
“You are.”
“Whatever.”
The back and forth with her was simultaneously turning me on and making me want to put her over my knee.
