Page 46 of Wicked Me
“Drop dead,” he mumbled, then dragged himself up the stairs.
A few minutes later, I followed. Knowing him, he’d pass out the second he hit his bed. I stared at my bedroom door, listening for some kind of noise from Paige’s room across the hall. All I heard was the faint sound of water running in her bathroom. I slipped into my room and sat on the bed with my head buried in my hands.
The thought of her rolling her hips into the palm of my hand flashed behind my eyelids on repeat. She’d addicted me to her body in less than a second. I hadn’t even seen all of it yet, hadn’t explored it in all the ways it begged to be explored. My dick hardened into an intense ache that refused to be ignored. I wanted her with a fierce need. What had happened earlier had fed that craving and turned it into an obsession. Functioning—hell,walking—was out of the question until I felt her flesh slide against mine again.
A shadow darkened the space between the closed door and the carpet. Someone stood right outside.
My heart pounding, I shifted my legs off the bed, slowly so I wouldn’t squeak the mattress, and opened the door a crack. The bedside lamp cast a faint glow into the dark hallway and shimmered inside a pair of big brown eyes. Judging from her heated gaze sliding over my naked chest, I doubted she’d been in the hallway studying the paint job.
“Hi,” I said, voice husky.
“Hi,” she whispered. Her gaze dropped to the floor before it slowly skimmed all the way up again. “About what happened earlier.”
I stepped closer and angled away from the light behind me so it shone on her. Seeing her like this, her attention focused only on me, unhinged my reality for a second, as if it was one of my many dreams about her. Just to be sure, I brushed my fingers along the crease at her elbow. When she shivered, I decided I liked reality a whole lot better.
“You mean your Shh! thong? I’m holding it for ransom.”
She glanced at Riley’s door and licked her lips, which sent a jolt to my dick. If she wanted to continue where we left off pre-cock block, I was all in. Blood roared between my ears. Her skin heated underneath my fingers.
I stroked my hand up over her shoulder, enjoying the sigh that came from her lips, and brushed my fingers to the back of her neck. She stared up at me with a blazing need that made me bite back a groan.
“Sam,” she whispered. The plea in her voice fisted both my hands through the hair at the nape of her neck.
I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I pushed her into the wall beside her open door, our lips not quite touching, not giving a flying fuck that Riley could stroll out of his bedroom at any time to catch us. She wanted me. There was no way I could refuse.
My dick throbbed against her, and I fought the urge to grind myself into her. I angled her head into the light from my bedroom to see that look of pure need again and smiled at her gasp.
“Please,” she breathed across my mouth.
I teased my tongue along her lower lip while her hands roamed over my bare back, pulling me closer. My hands worked their way under her shirt and over her shockingly hot skin to cup her perfect tits.
“Please what?” I asked, thumbing her nipples into tight buds.
She gasped when I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth. “Everything.”
I crushed my mouth to hers, and she kissed me with an intensity that riled me up even more. She writhed between me and the wall while I thrust my tongue into her mouth, licking, tasting, savoring everything about her.
Every flick of her tongue, every pump of her hips against the enormous tent in my jeans made me kiss her harder, rougher, until she moaned. We both pulled away, panting and glancing at Riley’s door. Seconds later, she looked up at me with a naughty grin that nearly made me come in my jeans. Then she pushed me away from her and into her bedroom, and closed the door quietly.
God, she was gorgeous when she was about to be wicked with me. Moonlight striped the room through the half-open shades, creating a halo-like effect on her hair. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and her nipples hard underneath her shirt.
My fingertips twitched with the need to touch every inch of her. My dick ached to be buried deep inside her. In one swift move, I had her pressed against a wall, her arms locked above her head so I could devour those sweet lips and feel her body melt against mine.
I glided one hand around to her ass, the other still holding both her wrists, and rocked her hips against my cock. She took my groans into her mouth and kissed me even harder. One yank at the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties dropped them both at her feet. The musky, sweet scent of her filled the room. The powerful urge to taste her drove me to my knees.
She inhaled a shaky breath, her whole body quivering, as I gazed up her bare hips to her navel to her heaving chest. I hiked one of her legs over my shoulder and trailed kisses up the inside of her thigh, breathing all of her in. She was spread out so perfectly with her patch of wet, dark curls and her naked, shapely hips braced against the wall. Seeing her so ready swelled my dick to an agonizing ache, and I stroked myself through my jeans.
At the first flick of my tongue, she cried out and bucked against the wall.
“Shh,” I breathed against the apex of her thighs. “The door isn’t locked, Paige. He could come in and see us like this. You’ll have to be quiet. A quiet, naughty librarian.”
Sure, we could’ve locked the door, but where was the fun in that?
As if reading my mind, she stared down at me, eyes at half-mast and fevered, likely mirroring mine, and nodded. She shuddered with the effort and brought her hands to the back of my head.
Like I needed any urging. She tasted like melted honey, and I drank my fill like a dying man in a desert. With each flick of my tongue, her hips rolled into me, fucking my face faster and faster. My own hips mimicked hers, humping the air, my swollen dick wishing it could take the place of my mouth. But she tasted too good.
She didn’t cry out, even when she started to tremble around me. I could draw this out all night, bring her to the cliff’s edge again and again, so when she finally did come, it would blow her fucking mind.
