Page 69 of Flagrant Foul
This time, it’s not me chasing him.
This time, it’s him at my door. In a suit. Letting his hair down for me.
“Sev—”
He places both of his hands on my neck, at the base, slowly sliding them up until his thumbs graze my jaw and his fingers cradle my skull.
I was right. Sev’s touch is hot. His skin is blazing. Scorching hot.
My mind swims.
He leans in slowly, closer and closer, fracturing time, shattering reality, until our lips touch. Electricity enters me through my mouth and flows down to my hands and feet, shooting back up again, frying my brain.
His first kiss is light, tentative, maybe even a little hesitant. His second is less so. He covers my lips with his, playing with them like they’re his. Like they’ve always been his. Testing the density and the give with blunt teeth. He kisses the top one, then the bottom, and then nudges his tongue in between them.
My soul starts to fray.
I moan as he does it. Not a little. Not softly. Long and loudly. So loudly, the sound travels down the hallway and climbs the walls. I climb Sev too. I don’t mean to.My body reacts without conscious decision from me. My arms wind tightly around his neck, my chest presses against his, hips canting and bucking as my dick searches for his.
It’s not enough. I want more. Need more.
I suck his tongue into my mouth frantically and moan and moan around it. Good things flow from him into me. He pulls away and pushes me against the door roughly, eyes black, pupils blown. He attacks me again. This time, his kiss is ruthless and hard. It’s the furthest thing from chaste. A linear mile from innocent. It’sthekiss. The one I’ve been waiting for all of my life.
His breath comes in loud, racking gasps as he fucks my mouth with his tongue over and over. Both of us grow more demanding, more desperate, more needy each time it happens.
By the time he releases me, I’m unsteady. Dizzy with pleasure. Lips swollen. Vision hazy.
I’m on my toes.
My mouth is gaping open, my fingers knotted in his hair.
He waits until I untangle them and smiles as he runs a finger along my jaw, tipping it up when he reaches my chin. He kisses me sweetly on the lips. A closed-mouth kiss. No tongue. Just lips.
A kiss on my right cheek.
Then one on my left.
A soft kiss on the lips.
Three little kisses that ruin me for everyone else.
“Night.” His voice is raw. Stripped bare and exposed. “Sleep well, Teddy Bear.”
36
Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly
Ididnot,infact, sleep well. I was up for hours, replaying what happened. My lips tingled all night. It’s morning now. I’m at breakfast. I’ve had fruit and a cup of coffee, and my lips are still tingling.
I’m tingling. The whole of me. Every part of me.
Sev is sitting across the table from me. He has a plate of food in front of him. He hasn’t touched it. He hasn’t even done his little dance. Hasn’t done the hip wiggle. Or the shoulder shuffle. The only thing he’s done is look at me. He has an elbow on the table and he’s resting his chin on his hand.
When I look up at him, he smiles and drags his teeth thoughtfully across his bottom lip. He does it slowly. Slowly enough to leave a glistening trail on stained flesh.
His eyes are as soft as they were last night. Maybe softer.
Lockie’s head flicks back and forth from me to Sev and back to me again. “What the fuck happened?” he whispers when we leave the table.
