Page 69 of Taming Grumpy Dr. Beast
I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. Our faces were so close, only inches apart, I could feel the puff of his breath across my lips. Lifting my hand, I laid my palm on his cheek. “You’re not the total asshole you’d like people to believe you are, you know.”
He smirked. “I think you’re being overly optimistic.”
I pulled my other hand from his grasp and laid it against his heart. “I know it’s true. You like to hide it, but in here you’re soft and squishy.”
“You can’t let it get out. It’ll ruin my street cred.”
I laughed. “I won’t.”
“Oh yeah, how do I know you’ll make good on that promise?” he teased, his voice husky.
“How about I seal my promise with ...” I leaned in closer to him, my lips millimeters from his, “a kiss.”
Jaxon’s eyes held my gaze. His pupils darkened, and his breath quickened. “I think that could work,” he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. Still though, he didn’t move. He was letting me take control, and be the one to decide if this went any further.
My lips crashed into his. All the swirling feelings of desire surged through me.
That was all he needed. His lips moved over mine, possessing me. In a split-second, I was yanked up against his broad chest, but even that wasn’t close enough. This was even better than I imagined. I twined my arms around his neck, my fingers latching onto his hair, giving gentle tugs as his tongue found mine. I slid my leg over his, settling my core against his thigh, craving more.
“Fuck, Lily,” he growled into my mouth.
My common sense was gone. Only the need for him remained. I wanted him too badly to put a stop to this. My lips fused to his, wanting, demanding more of him. I’d never been the aggressor and I found with him I liked it. I shifted my legs so I could fully straddle him, not once removing my mouth from his.
One of his hands cupped my ass, shoving me closer until our chests touched. The thickness of his erection pressed into me. My robe gaped open, and with my thin pajamas and his sweatpants, there was little left to the imagination. He was huge and rock hard.
His hips ground into me, making me gasp. My legs shook, and I was so slick. I wondered if he felt it through the cotton between us. I rocked my hips, creating even more delicious friction. My body trembled, as I rode the wave of ecstasy, cresting the surface until it crashed into me so fast and so hard, white lights burst behind my eyes. I threw my head back, and his lips moved to my throat, tasting, nipping, biting at places I never knew were so sensitive.
“God, Lily. If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.”
“If I did, I’d be lying.” My raw need for him superseded anything else.
He groaned, watching me for any signs I might change my mind. I ran my tongue over his neck, nibbling at the dip between his neck and shoulder while my hands slipped under his sweatshirt, tracing each ridge and line of his abs.
He shuddered.
I reveled in the knowledge that I could bring him to his knees with only my touch.
Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulled me to his mouth and plunged his tongue inside, dueling with my own. His stubble scratched against my swollen lips, leaving me to wonder how incredible it would feel between my thighs. I clenched my legs tighter around him, panting in between every lick, nip, and thrust of his tongue at that delicious thought.
My hips rolled and rubbed against his erection. I was so close to coming again that when he shifted, leaving a little space between us, I cried out in frustration. He placed a gentle kiss on my pouting mouth, before sliding his fingers to the edges of my robe. His large hands shoved the sides apart, and he slipped it off my shoulders so he could reach the buttons of my pajama top.
With a brush of his lips, he kissed the spot on my chest just above the top button, making me ache. Slowly, he released the first one, and placed a kiss on my bare skin, then moved on to the next until the swells of my breasts were exposed. He nipped lightly at my skin while he finished undoing the rest of the buttons, sending a fresh rush of desire flooding my body. I writhed against him, needing more of his touch, more of his mouth on my skin, more of his tongue licking my body.
Impatiently, I reached behind my back to unhook the clasp of my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms. His eyes grew darker as he stared at my nipples pointing straight at him, begging for his touch.
“Please,” I whispered, urging him on.
His arm banded around my back, forcing my spine to bow while he wrapped his lips around one nipple, lashing at it with his tongue. Currents of desire jolted through me. I’d never known my body could be so responsive. I dug my fingers into his bicep as he alternated between sucking, licking, and grazing my nipple with his teeth. The sensations he evoked were intense, bringing me to the edge of orgasming.
I whimpered, wanting more.
He growled low in his throat, his attention now on my other nipple. Intense pleasure flew to my clit, and I gripped his arms harder. His fingers dug into my hips in a punishing hold that only increased the loudness of my moans. I wanted his hands and fingers everywhere.
Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I lifted the hem of his sweatshirt, dragging it up and over his head, gasping as I took him in. He was even more ripped than I imagined. I needed to run my lips over every part of his body, to bring him the same intense pleasure he gave me.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, pulling his lips from my body.
“Yes, I absolutely do. It’s just—” I looked away. This next part was hard to say.
