Page 70 of Beauty and the Daddy
Six steps to my bedroom might as well be six miles. We collide in the hallway like stars burning out—all heat and gravity and inevitable destruction.
His mouth crashes into mine with the force of everything we can't say, and I meet him with equal desperation. My nails rake through his hair, down his back, chasing that low growl he makes when I mark him as mine.
Everything else fades away. The argument, the secrets, the fear—all of it vanishes. I'm kissing him back like I'm drowning and he's oxygen, like I'm starving and he's a feast.
Zip, zip, zap.
My body lights up under his touch like a city grid after a blackout.
Damn it.
I can't stay away.
He pins me harder to the wall, all that heat and muscle caging me in. His tongue's all greedy and ruthless, and I meet him head-on, giving it back just as mean. I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and bite.
Not nice, I know. But I never said I'll play nice.
He groans into me, a deep, dirty sound that thunders through my chest like subwoofer bass, and every inch of me answers: more. I throw back my neck, and he grinds his hips against mine.
I can feel him, hard as a rock through his pants, and my body turns so fucking hot I think I might combust. My hands are everywhere—his shoulders, his neck, his hair—pulling and scratching like I'm trying to tear him apart. Or maybe just tear him open to crawl inside and see his heart.
"Tell me to stop," he says against my lips, his voice rough as gravel.
"Fuck you," I answer, and bite his lip again.
His palms find my hips, haul me up, slam me into the wall hard enough to rattle a frame. "You're a beast," I whisper, already wiggling out of my shorts.
He chuckles into my neck and…bite.
His hands are greedy and sure, sliding up my thighs, squeezing my ass like he paid for it and tipped extra. My brain short-circuits.
"Bedroom?"
"Hell no. I can't wait," he growls.
Okay, then, that's a solidNope. We're staying right here in the goddamn hallway, and I couldn't care less. After all, I feel it too.This urgent, primal need that can't be contained by four walls or a proper bed.
The hallway is all shadows and golden light. Luca kisses me down the hall until my back hits another wall. It knocks a breath from me, which turns into a moan when his lips find my neck.
He bites down, hard enough to leave a mark, and I cry out. My nails dig into his shoulders in retaliation, dragging down his back through his shirt.
"Take it off," I tug.
"Don't want to put you down."
Fuck it. I reach for his buttons, slide it down his strong arms till the shirt drops.
The sight of him with all that sculpted muscle covered in tattoos makes my mouth go dry.
"Like what you see?" He smiles all smug.
"Shut up." I grab him by the neck and pull him back to me.
His hands find the hem of my shirt and yank it up. We break apart just long enough for it to clear my head, and then his mouth is on my collarbone, my shoulder, the tops of my breasts above my bra.
"This too," he says, and with a quick flick of his fingers, my bra snaps open.
The cool air hits my nipples, making them tighten even more. Luca's eyes darken as he takes me in, and then he's dipping his head, taking one peak into his mouth. The hot wet suction makes my back arch off the wall.
