Page 128 of Vicious Little Snakes
There’s no fucking way I’m stopping. This moment is happening. Right now.
I run my tongue over her neck, sucking and nipping the skin. “Then don’t say no, Carebear.”
She smiles against my mouth as I speak the words onto her skin, “I’m going to do every filthy goddamn thing I’ve fantasized about since my dick was old enough to notice you.”
Her nails come over the top of my head, scraping my scalp lightly.
“I’m holding you to that.”
I set her to her feet, smacking my palm on the bedroom door to open it. Strained hinges from the antique door creak as I motion with my head for her to enter. With her bottom lip between her teeth, she takes backward steps into the room, eyes locked to mine.
“Out with it. What does Liam Brooks fantasize about?”
My tongue swipes over my lip as I run a hand over my head, leaned against the door jamb. Her bright eyes stare at me, enjoying the way I’m letting my own drag over her body.
A hint of blush blooms on her face as I lazily point a finger up and down her body.
“Take your clothes off, Carebear.”
She bites the tip of her tongue before she speaks, “You’re not going to undress me yourself?”
My head shakes slowly. But damn, the way she said that it was like a tease. The fabric’s still clung to her, in parts, creating windows to her skin as she gathers the material, dragging it up over her head.
The shirt smacks to the ground, her hair left to stick to her chest as she stands there fixed on my gaze.
“Be a better listener, Carebear. I saidclothes.”
I drop my eyes to her pants, crossing my arms over my chest.
She undoes the button, lowering the zipper as she bites her lip. Her hands fit just inside the sides of her pants, wiggling them past her hips before stepping out.
Caroline stands in the middle of the room in her sheer bra, no underwear, and wet hair—I couldn’t have invented a better fantasy.
A deep hum of appreciation rattles my chest as I push off the doorframe—her breath hitching as I begin walking toward her.
“No underwear. I like it.”
I hover over her, bringing a finger to the strap of her baby blue sheer bra, and slide it off her shoulder. Her head turns to watch as it dangles before fixing her eyes to mine.
“So are you going to tell me? What did you fantasize about me?”
I’m lost to her form, her lips, her fucking voice. I bend, running my tongue over her shoulder before sucking on her skin, letting go with a pop. Caroline jumps, gasping quietly. Shifting my mouth to her neck, I bury my lips against her skin, kissing, licking, and sucking every fucking inch. I want me all over her, marks for the world to see.
Her hands reach for my towel, but I nab her wrists, pulling them away and lifting my head to look down at her.
“Un uh.”
With her hands placed back to her sides I go about removing the other strap, slower this time, watching goosebumps bloom as I let it hang. She’s flawless alabaster, wrapped in dirty thoughts.
My first two fingers run over her collarbone as I speak. “When I was younger, I dreamt about holding your hand.” I let my fingers dip down the center of her chest, through her cleavage, then down her stomach, smiling as she shivers, before weaving my fingers through hers. I bring her hand up to my lips, pressing a kiss to the top.
“Then, when I got older, I thought a lot about kissing you.”
She’s on her tiptoes as I bend, drawing her bottom lip between mine, switching to her top lip before pushing my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues marry, swirling, dipping in and out as our heads move slowly, savoring the taste of one another. I reach up with the hand not holding hers, brushing between her breasts to caress her neck, letting my thumb stay just under her chin.
The moan elicited from my touch vibrates her throat against my palm making me smile before I pull away from our kiss.
She blinks slowly, getting her bearings as I whisper onto her lips.
