Page 16 of The Arrogant One
His teeth ran across his bottom lip as he took me in. “You know … I haven’t kissed you yet.”
“I know?—”
His hand was suddenly on my cheek. Although the movement was fast, his touch was gentle. “I want to change that …” Before he even finished speaking, his mouth neared, and when his voice trailed off, his lips were on mine.
Where his grip was soft, his mouth was fierce. A tongue that had no trepidation about coming in, lips that molded between mine and sucked until he pulled away and I found myself leaning in for more.
Because whatever that just was, it wasn’t enough.
He chuckled. “My mouth isn’t done with you, don’t worry.”
The breathlessness—where was it coming from?
The pounding in my chest—why was it increasing?
Who was this man, and how did he have this kind of power?
Something else he hadn’t done since we’d arrived in this room was touch me. But it finally happened, and I heard myself draw in air as his palms massaged my hips, rotating to cover the sides of my stomach and again toward my lower back. A path he followed several times.
“Pinch your nipples for me. Get them even harder before I lick them.”
My thumbs ran across the pebbled buds, each pass causing my breathing to climb before my index finger joined to clamp them. “Ah!”
He kept his gaze locked with mine, so confident that I would follow his order that he didn’t need to see the action—he only wanted to see the reaction. “My turn.”
His mouth approached, his speed unhurried, as if he was testing his control. When he reached me, he ran his nose acrossthe side of my chest, avoiding the middle and going straight to the opposite section. “You smell so fucking good.”
I could feel his quick inhales and his slow exhales.
I gripped the wide, fabric-covered armrests and arched backward while he locked our stares and took one of my nipples into his mouth.
There wasn’t any music playing, but I swore I could hear a beat as his tongue flicked. As his teeth nipped. As he sucked the end, pulling without releasing.
“Lockhart …” My head fell back, and I was no longer able to watch his movements, each one coming as a surprise—and that was just what they did, causing the air to sigh through my lips. “Agh.”
“More?”
“Yes,” I cried.
So, that was what he gave me.
A throb that he was supposed to be alleviating only grew. The churning between my legs became so feisty that I slid my hand through his hair and tightened my grip, my head straightening so I could look at him.
And with my other hand, I pointed to that nagging spot. “Here.”
The smile that came across him made the feeling inside me burst.
“You know, I’ve been dreaming about the taste of your cunt.”
I swore his eyes were smoldering.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
“Where? On the chair?”
He held on to my ass, and he slid us down so his head was resting on the very edge of the top cushion, his long body extended across the seat, his knees bent, holding what was nolonger supported by the chair. “All you have to do is straddle my mouth.”
He was right. The chair was low enough that I could balance in that position with my legs hanging over the fabric sides.
