Page 83 of Dancing with the Devil
“Goodnight, Antonio,” I said, shifting back, but he immediately grabbed my hips, pulling me up against his chest.
“Baby, please,” he sighed. “You’re killing me here.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Fine. But are you going to he honest with me from now on?”
He answered with no hesitation as his eyes stayed glued to my lips. “Yes.”
“And you’ll never again—”
“Yes.”
My jaw dropped. “Let me finish.”
His eyes met mine, and I continued. “You’ll never again do something like this that’ll involve me.”
“Never,” he wrapped a firm hand around my throat, pulling my lips to his, but my body tensed as I pulled away. His brows drew together in confusion.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’tkissyou?” he reluctantly asked for confirmation.
I swallowed hard, lifting my fingers to my throat, but immediately changed my mind, shaking my head. “Never mind—”
“What don’t you want me to do?” he sternly asked.
Everything inside of me was screaming, begging me not to let him in. Pleading with me to not let him see through the cracks. But his eyes held so much patience that the words oozed out of me unknowingly.
“Touch the front of my throat,” I answered, and he gave me a single nod.
“I won’t touch the front of your throat anymore,” assured me, no explanation needed, no hesitation. I appreciated that, so mentally, I smiled.
I leaned in to kiss him, and his lips met mine with desire. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I gripped his shoulders, feeling him guide and control the kiss.
Electricity. His lips were the missing puzzle piece to mine. Like a lock and key. I was the fire, and he was the gasoline. He fueled me more than anyone ever has. The world around us completely disappeared.
His hand gripped the back of my neck, and his free hand latched onto my waist as he pulled me closer.
Our tongues found a perfect rhythm as I melted under his touch—he dominated the kiss, and I loved every second of it.
He broke the kiss, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my jawline until he reached my neck. I could feel the pulsing between my legs worsen as he sucked and nibbled before sinking his teeth into my skin.
I groaned, allowing my head to roll back, and he slipped his hand between my thighs. He trailed his fingers up and down my slit—over my shorts—and when his fingers brushed my clit, soothing the ache, I rolled my hips into the palm of his hand.
My nails dug into his shoulders while he sucked the sensitive part of my neck, making my body buzz with warmth.
He slipped his hand down the front of my shorts and I let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact. He used his fingers to circle my clit, then dragged them lower, dipping is fingers in my arousal.
His finger slipped inside of me, followed by a second finger, and I broke the kiss with a whimper as my shoulders tensed. He held the nape of my neck, smashing our lips together. He swallowed every sound I made as his fingers pumped in and out of me.
His thumb brushed my clit before he applied pressure and my heart raced in my chest. Our kiss was fast and wet. Desperate and lustful.
I gently bit down on his bottom lip as I pulled back, catching my breath.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against my lips as my eyes fell shut and I slowly rolled my hips back and forth.
He cupped the side of my face, burying his face in my neck. I felt my muscles tighten around his fingers as he sucked every inch of my neck. Soft, gentle moans left my lips and I squeezed my legs around his waist.
He cupped my breast with his hand, pinching my sensitive nipple between his two fingers, and I softly whimpered.
