Page 13 of Bait and Switch
Soft. Testing. Then she made a small sound in her throat, and suddenly we were both greedy.
She tasted sweet like honey, with a hint of beer and salt air. My hand slid to her jaw, thumb sweeping along her cheekbone, and she shivered beneath the touch. Her fingers curled into theback of my shirt, dragging me closer, until there wasn’t an inch between us.
“Crazy,” she whispered against my mouth.
“Yeah,” I growled, nipping her lower lip before kissing her deeper. “So am I, when it comes to you.”
Her laugh was breathless, shaky, but it shot through me like fire. I trailed kisses along her jaw, down to the pulse beating wild in her throat. She arched her neck, offering herself up, and the low sound that escaped me was more animal than man.
Heat pulsed through every nerve ending, a wildfire I couldn’t have extinguished if I tried.
She pulled away like she was coming up for air, her eyes blazing. “Let's go inside.”
I didn’t need telling twice.
The chairs scraped as I hauled her up to her feet, threading my fingers behind the small of her back. For a second we just stood there, bodies pressed flush. Her mouth found mine again with a hunger. We stumbled through the slider, bumping into the frame, too tangled in each other to care.The glass rattled in the tracks, but neither of us slowed. Desire had its own gravity, pulling harder than reason ever could.
As I backed her against the kitchen counter, my hands found her hips, anchoring her there while my mouth ravaged hers. She tasted like heat and want, like every bad decision I’d ever gladly make twice.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, sharp little crescents that branded me as hers in that moment.
She gasped, fumbling at the hem of my shirt.
I took my time peeling it off, letting her eyes roam over my chest. Her lips parted when she dragged her nails lightly down my stomach. My cock throbbed at the look on her face—part awe, part desire.
The air between us crackled with need, a pulse I felt not just in my body but in the frantic beat of my heart.
We barely made it through my bedroom door before more clothes started flying off. First her shirt, then her bra, and I couldn’t stop myself from bending, catching a nipple between my lips just to hear her gasp. She arched against me, hands clumsy at the button of her jeans. I helped, shoving them down over her hips, kissing her like I’d starve if I didn’t.Her skin under my palms was warm and impossibly soft, and I wanted to map every inch before the night was over.
By the time I laid her back on the mattress, my lungs were burning, my body strung so tight it hurt.
I braced on one arm, forcing myself to pause. She was flushed, eyes glassy, hair wild on my pillow. The sight struck me--quite possibly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Her chest rose and fell in quick little bursts, her lips swollen from kissing, her expression a mix of trust and need that hit me harder than any bullet ever could.
“You’re sure?” I rasped, voice raw with the restraint I was barely clinging to.
Instead of answering, she dragged her nails lightly down my chest, her gaze locked on mine as she guided me where she wanted me. Her body said everything her mouth didn’t.
The silent consent was fiercer than any words—an invitation and a challenge in one.
Heat roared through me. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too. But Ineededto taste her first. I kissed my way down her body—slow, reverent, savoring the way she trembled. Her belly quivered under my mouth, her thighs tightening around me as I settled between them.
“Kai—” she gasped, already breathless.
“Shh.” I hooked her legs over my shoulders, tasting her before she could protest again. She let out a whimper of a moan, her hips raising to meet my mouth, one hand clamping down on my hair. I grinned against her, working her until her thighs trembled, until she was begging, voice ragged and sweet.
The sound of her unraveling undid me—those desperate little cries, the taste of her salt and heat, the way her whole body seemed to break open under my mouth.
She called out, breathless and begging. “Don’t stop. God, don’t you dare stop,”
Like I ever could.
I teased her, pulling back just enough to make her groan, then devouring her again until she shattered, crying my name. The force of it left her trembling, a rush of wild energy that seemed to vibrate straight into my bones. Her release coated my tongue, her body clenching as if she’d never let me go.
I kissed my way back up, catching her mouth hard, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“Your turn,” she panted, flipping me with surprising force. Suddenly I was on my back, staring up at her as she straddled myhips, loose waves of hair tumbling forward.Her confidence hit me like a blow, her body moving with raw purpose that stole the breath from my lungs.
“You’re something,” I said, voice wrecked. Something I needed more of...
