Page 14 of Drift
Light from the lamp glanced off her skin—pale, flushed, and so damn perfect. My chest tightened.
I knew I should stop. But I didn’t. Couldn’t.
My mouth found her throat, my teeth scraping over soft skin, following the beat of her pulse until she was shaking.
I pulled the other strap of her bra down, freeing both tits to the cool air. She sucked in a breath when my hand closed over her. My palm was rough over her soft skin as I slowly squeezed. My cock was harder than it had ever been, straining against my jeans, the zipper digging into the skin since I hadn’t bothered with underwear.
“Beautiful,” I muttered, not sure if I said the word out loud or just thought it. Her skin was warm under my palm, her nipplehardening against my thumb as I rolled it. She arched into me, her back bowing off the wall, and I took that as a dare.
I dropped my head, caught her breast in my mouth, and groaned. A slow lick, then a pull that made her whimper, and her heartbeat kicked under my tongue. Her skin tasted like salt and vanilla in the rain and something that belonged only to her. She shivered, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and whispered my name like she wasn’t supposed to.
My hand found her hip, fingers digging in, holding her steady when she started to tremble. Then I shifted my weight, wedging my thigh between her legs, and she ground against me—a small, helpless motion that punched the air from my lungs.
She let out a sweet little sigh, and my dick throbbed in response. Yeah, that sound right there—equal parts plea and surrender—was going to fucking haunt me.
I slid my palm down her side and over the curve of her hip, into the waistband of her jeans. The button popped easily, and I dragged the zipper low. With a deep groan, I dipped my hand beneath the edge of her lacy panties, my fingers finding heat and slickness.
“Fucking drenched,” I grunted. “That all for me, baby?”
She jerked her head up and down, then tipped it back against the wall as her hands clutched my biceps, her knuckles white.
I kissed her again as my fingers began to move. Slow, measured, and teasing. My thumb worked her with slow circles at first, then went deeper, rougher, pushing her higher with every pass. She bit her lip to hold in the sound of her pleasure, but I wasn’t having that.
“Let me hear you, Alanna,” I demanded. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand. Just like that.”
She grabbed at my shoulders, then the wall, like she didn’t know where to hold on.
“Chance,” she cried out, drawing any remaining blood from my head and sending it straight to my cock. I kissed her again, swallowing her moans, grinding my hips against her thigh because I couldn’t not. Every time she broke against me, it felt like a hit of adrenaline straight to the chest.
Her body went tight, trembling under my hand. When I finally pulled back, my lips brushed her ear. “That’s it. Let go for me, beautiful.”
Her breath hitched once, twice, and then she shattered with a cry.
I didn’t stop. I kept my hand there, riding her through the aftershocks, drawing it out until she was boneless against me. My mouth was at her jaw, catching every sound she made like it was something sacred.
When it faded, she blinked up at me, her eyes glassy and dazed, looking at me like I’d stolen her gravity. Then she sagged against me, her face pressing to my shoulder and her breath ragged.
My heart slammed against me like it wanted out of my chest.
I should stop now.
But I don’t move.
Her skin was hot, her scent thick in the air, and my fingers were still wet with her.
Every part of me screamed for more.
I pulled my hand from between her thighs, slick and hot. For a second, I just looked at it—what I did to her. Her scent was all over me, her heat still clinging to my skin, and I had to know what she tasted like.
I brought my fingers to my mouth and dragged them slowly between my lips, tasting her and groaning low in my chest. Sweet. Salty.Her. I could get drunk on it.
“Perfect,” I muttered against them, like a curse.
Her eyes went wide as she watched me, still trembling from the last remnants of her climax.
I should stop now.
But I just can’t bring myself to move.
