Page 40 of Wicked Me
I leaned down to kiss her, just for a second, to finally meet that naughty side of her.
Her wild pulse leaped against my fingers as I tightened my grip on her wrist. My other hand went to her ass and hauled her against me as close as she could be. Her minty breath mingled with mine. Her chest rubbed against my skin every time we inhaled.
“I’m not a good person,” she breathed against my neck.
There she went again surprising the hell out of me.
“Neither am I,” I growled.
An evil grin curled her full mouth, and our lips and tongues collided. Suddenly I was devouring her, twisting my hands through her damp hair, sliding them over her fiery skin. I had no control. She felt so good everywhere we touched that I swung her around to wedge her hips against the island just so I could grind against her.
When she rocked against me, I growled. I kneaded her ass in time with the pumps of my tongue. With my other hand, I tugged the elastic around her shorts to her knees. She moaned my name into my mouth, and it sounded like she was begging for more.
Without breaking our kiss, I swept all the spices she’d left there to the floor and lifted her on top of the island. Bottles rolled and clattered while I settled myself between her thighs.
She looked stunning underneath me, legs wrapped around my waist, arching her back, hair framing her face. How many times had I dreamed about doing exactly this and more?
My fingers grazed her smooth inner thigh. I fisted them around her black silk thong that read Shh! across the front and yanked. She pulled away from my lips at the ripping sound and gasped. Before her mouth found mine again, I stroked her wetness just to see her squirm underneath me. A loud cry parted her lips as she threw her head back and curved her body against my hand. A fucking beautiful sight.
She was so wet, so ready, I unzipped my jeans and stroked my dick to get some sense of what she would feel like. Sweet. Jesus. My head swam with a need so intense, I closed my eyes for a second to get control before I sank into her forever.
A key rattled in the front door around the corner.
Riley. Or Mom and Dad who still had keys.
Oh, fuck.
I leaped away from the island, pulling Paige up with me, but her legs went out from underneath her and she fell to the floor.
The front door opened and a familiar voice asked, “Anyone home?”
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Paige
ABRIGHT RED NEED BLAZEDthrough my body, blinding me, torturing me for more of Sam’s skillful touch. Until Riley’s voice unlocked Sam’s hand from between my legs.
