Page 46 of Backfire
“Calm down, sweet thing.” Reese leaned in, his breath warming the shell of my ear. “You don’t want to get him all worked up before the show gets started.”
Fuck their show.
Despite trying to hold on to my rage, I felt the tension start to flow out of my muscles. I wanted to stay on edge and feel the anger burn through my veins, but I couldn’t. My fists unclenched as my limbs relaxed and melted into the solid chest at my back.
Any of the hot spitefulness left in my system dissipated the instant Angus said, “Shall we?”
That’s when Devlin reached over his shoulder to peel his shirt off. Suddenly I didn’t care about being mad anymore because I was staring at a wall of muscle so chiseled that I was seriously questioning whether Devlin’s abs could cut glass. And the tribal lines I’d wondered about before did indeed cover his entire torso. They wove across his tanned skin in a mesmerizing pattern I couldn’t pull my attention away from.
I say Devlin was gorgeous because I was wrong. He was fucking hot. Or, at least, this dream version of him was.
Maybe I didn’t want to wake up after all. This wasn’t so bad. Plus, I was kind of curious about what was going to happen when Devlin spun around and waltzed over to the brazier.
Let me just say, I had a much more vivid imagination than I thought. The last thing I expected Devlin to do was slam his hand down on a large spike next to the fire. I hadn’t noticed it before.
Not surprising, considering none of this was real. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy the way his face scrunched up in a grimace as fat crimson drops fell from the wound.
“Does someone have a little bloodlust?”
Ugh, I forgot Reese was here. “No.”
“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled and slid his hand over my thigh. “Then why are you smiling?”
“I’m not smiling.” I totally was, but come on… How often did I have a front row seat to Devlin’s pain. This shit was great.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Devlin swung his hand over the open flame, causing the smile on my face to spread as his teeth ground together.
Burn, baby, burn.
All it took to take away my moment of enjoyment was a small movement from Reese. His had dipped down my thigh to the only part of me that was covered, and suddenly I didn’t care about watching Devlin anymore.
My eyes snapped back to Reese’s twinkling green orbs. “What are you doing?”
“Shh.” He grazed his lips across my neck. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
Was he crazy? “I’ll never enjoy anything you do.”
I never had anyone make me eat my words faster than he did. Reese cupped my mound, and with one flick, the insult I was getting ready to throw was sucked violently back down my throat. I choked on the bitter taste of my hatred while sparks of pleasure shot up my spine.
“That’s it, sweet thing.” Reese pressed a finger down, massaging my clit through my panties, and purred in my ear, “Now let me hear your moan.”
Fuck that. I was not going to let him know how good this felt.
I clenched my teeth, as a string of goosebumps traveled up my skin, and ground out, “Stop it.”
“Why?” The hair on his chin abraded my tender skin as he dipped his head and swept his lips along the side of my neck. “You like it.”
“No, I don’t,” I insisted, even though my body was screaming for more.
I fought against the feeling of his touch with everything I had. Tried to pull his hand away, and when that didn’t work, I reached back to tug on his hair. All that got me was a tangle of soft locks around my fingers as I clung to Reese and tried not to gyrate my hips.
And damn him, Reese didn’t miss a beat. He held me firmly and played my body like he was a master, and this was his greatest concert.
“Please stop,” I whined.
I didn’t want this. I didn’t like how I enjoyed the feel of his hard body pressed up against me, or how his breath heated my skin. It shouldn’t feel this good, but it did. Every swirl of his finger wound that coil deep inside tighter and tighter.
Goddamn Reese, with his charming smile and soft hair. His hand hadn’t slipped inside my panties yet, and I’d never been this wound up.
