Page 6 of Savage Suit
Desire shot through me, and I slipped my hand into her bodice, brushing a taut nipple. I froze.
“Don’t stop.”
God knows I didn’t want to. “You’re drunk.” For the first time, I detected a slur inmywords.
“You are too, so we’re even. You aren’t taking advantage of my drunkenness and vice versa.”
Logic failed me, blocking any counterarguments. Besides, I couldn’t remember the last time sinking my cock into a particular woman felt so urgent. “There are condoms on hand. Probably in both nightstands.”
“You don’t know?”
“This is my brother and sister-in-law’s house. And this is the room our youngest brother crashes in. Knowing him, he’d want quick access on whichever side of the bed he finds himself.”
“You have those too?”
“Those?”
“Siblings,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
I barked a laugh at her disgruntlement. “I do.”
“Let’s not discuss them. Before I forget, I’m on the pill.”
If we were acquainted, I’d come in her. For all I knew, she lied about contraception. Besides, the pill wouldn’t protect from STDs.
“Holy fuck,” she said suddenly. “I don’t think I’m practicing debauchery correctly. We aren’t supposed to ruin the vibe by discussing condoms and birth control. Nor should we concern ourselves with our drunken state.”
“Debauchery is one thing. Irresponsibility is something else altogether,” I told her.
“Right.”
“We can talk,” I offered. “If things have gotten too awkward, and the, er, vibe too ruined.”
“Do you ever feel so lost and alone, so misunderstood, you long for a connection with someone?” she said softly. “If only for a brief moment?”
“Sometimes. No one would believe me. Many forget I’m human. With feelings and emotions. They don’t bother to understand me.” My admission welled from a deep, dark place hidden from the world. This stranger had slipped past my guard, and I’d opened to her. Knowing I’d never see her again helped.
“I like you a lot, but it’s an illusion of the masquerade. Real life has a way of disappointing us. We could talk. Weshouldtalk. I don’t want to. What I want is to do something wild and impulsive.”
I slipped my hand into her bodice again and caressed her magnificent tit. “Will you remember this impetuosity?” I asked, tracing my tongue over the shell of her ear and tweaking her nipple.
“Will you?” she retorted, breathy.
“Touché.”
Reclaiming her lips, I pulled her closer.
Whoever this woman was, she had a mouth made for kissing. I nipped at her full lower lip and a sexy moan escaped her. When she parted her lips for me, I moved my mouth over hers, savoring her sweet, fruity taste. Our lips attached, I flipped her onto her back and positioned myself over her, coaxing a gasp from her. I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, my fingers intertwining hers. She whimpered against my mouth and copied me, softly biting my lip.
I lifted my head, ready to devour her. Tenderness burst in my chest at her sweet smile.
We were both cast in shadows, the dimness of the lamps and their placement not allowing me a hint of her eye color. “We can remove our masks. Our identities will be known only to each other.”
“Must we? We can pretend we’re Batman and Batwoman. Catwoman and…Captain America.”
Grinning, I brushed my mouth over hers. “Ummm,” I said lazily. “You’re mixing your Universes.”
She giggled. “You’re a superhero fan?”
