Page 25 of Cinder
She leans even closer. “I’m really not here for any other reason.”
Our faces are close. “I don’t believe you.”
Very close. “That’s too bad.”
I can feel her breath on my cheek. “Tell me what you’re up to.”
She bites her plump lips and looks up at me through her lashes. “Make me.”
The tension between us snaps, thenbam, my lips are on hers and my hands are in her hair, and the world around us shatters into nothingness. There is just this moment. This firecracker kissing me like her life depends on it. I don’t know who groans first, her or me, or if it happens at the same time, because all I am aware of is how sweet her lips taste and how I don’t want this to stop.
She slides onto my lap. One leg either side. Her body flush to mine. Then grinds down on my thickening cock and gasps into my mouth when she feels my length pressed against her panties.
“You know, I’m still going to have to hand you over to security, right?” I say between all this fierce kissing. And some of me means it.
“Or we could have some fun and then you can let me go,” she says breathlessly.
“What kind of club enforcer would that make me?” I say, dragging my tongue along her jaw.
She slides her hand between us and finds the outline of my cock, and pauses, because yeah, I’m not small.
“A very satisfied one,” she says, finding my lips again as she palms the front of my jeans.
I groan appreciatively. “You really think I can be distracted by a good pair of tits and knee-high boots?”
She grabs my hands and puts them on her tits, and fuck, they’re more than a good pair.They’re fucking sensational.
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her in for another fierce kiss.
She groans, and I feel it run along the length of my cock.
I drive my tongue in and secure my hands around her juicy ass, controlling the rhythm of her hips as she grinds into me.
Fuck, she has no idea how good that feels.
I grip her ass and pull her back and forth across the firm outline of my cock. I’m going to make her come. And then I’m going to make her scream my name when I bury myself deep and hard into her sweet puss?—
The cold sharp edge of a knife blade stings against my throat.
Damn.
Ella breaks off the kiss and presses the blade harder into my skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to tell me she means business.
I look at her kiss-swollen lips and smile. “I’m not usually into that kind of thing, darlin’, but okay.”
She arches an eyebrow and presses the blade harder, this time drawing blood. “I assure you, this isn’t a game.”
“You sure?” I throb against her panties, and she can’t hide her lust when it sweeps through her expression.
She crushes her teeth into her lower lip, and I would bet my life her pulse is racing, and her panties are soaked.
“You could put that knife down and we could enjoy a more pleasurable evening together,” I say.
She cocks an eyebrow. “Does that cheesy shit really work with the ladies?”
“I don’t usually have to work this hard,” I say, solely to get a rise out of her. Because damn, this is more fun than I’ve had in years.
I don’t actually think she’s going to give in, because up close I can see the fire burning in her big blue eyes.
