Page 53 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
She glances up at me with a frown, then arches a brow as she tightens her fist in my hair.
“I’m not.” The words are clipped, defensive, and she grinds her soft ass on my hard cock.
“Fuck,” I choke out, and her lips turn up into a taunting smirk.
Her hips move to the music in a punishing rhythm. She makes no attempt to put distance between us, and it’s torturous. I curl my fingers into the fabric of her dress, pressing into her abdomen. Keeping her close when I probably should be pushing her away. I lower my head, my lips dragging over her ear when I speak.
“Be careful,” I warn.
Her breath hitches, and I take her earlobe between my teeth and bite lightly. At the sting of pain, her grip on my hair tightens and her ass grinds harder on my dick.
“Fuck, Callie.”
The music of the club dulls, and the crowd of people fades awayuntil all I can hear or see or feel is the woman in front of me. She’s my only focus.
I press open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin at the slope of her neck, then slip my hand into the cut-out of her dress, needing my skin on hers. Wanting to erase the clothing barrier between us. I skate down her body, burning with heat, and tease the lacy band of her underwear. She shudders and moves her hand over her dress to cover mine under it.
“I want to touch you,” I tell her. “Ineedto touch you. Let me.”
Her grip on my hand loosens, granting silent permission, and I slip my fingers into her underwear. The moment the pad of my middle finger presses onto her clit, she gasps and jerks backward, her ass pushing even harder against my dick.
I groan and bite her neck, pulsing my hips, reveling in the friction of my erection between her ass cheeks. Seeing my hand moving under her dress, knowing what I’m doing to her...
Fuck, if only we were naked right now.
Skin on skin.
Sweat slicked and frenzied.
The thought makes me impossibly harder, and I have to grit my teeth against the need to pull her dress up and push my aching cock into her from behind. It wouldn’t even take much. The heels make her the perfect height. A few adjustments, and I could fuck her right here.
“You’re killing me, Callie,” I say against her.
I dip my hand lower into her panties and feel her back vibrate with a groan as I swipe my fingers through her pussy lips, coating them in her wetness before moving back to her clit. I rub again, faster.
“God, what I wouldn’t give to sink into your pussy and make you come.”
She says nothing. Her head tips back and rests on my shoulder as I fold my body over her, one arm hooked around her rib cage, holding her to me, and the other snaked through her dress and into her underwear. I kiss and suck her neck, rubbing her clit and thrusting my cock against her ass. Her mouth falls open before she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, and then she starts to move on my hand.
“Torren.”
Her cry is little more than a gasp of air, but I hear it. It echoes in myhead. Louder and louder, drowning out everything else as I rub her clit, needing more. I push my hand lower and slip two fingers into her, crooking them until I’m cupping her pussy. The low groan she lets out is fucking musical, and I grind the heel of my palm against her clit as I pulse my fingers in and out of her pussy.
“I would give anything for you to come right now,” I say into her ear. “I need to feel you squeeze my fingers, baby.”
She turns her head toward me, pressing her forehead against me, her lips searching for mine, but I don’t close the distance. I don’t give her what she wants. WhatIwant, too.
“Open your eyes,” I command. “Look at me.”
When she does, I stare into her eyes, pupils dilated so only a thin ring of color remains, and then it hits me.
An impact of memories so strong, it makes me flinch.
ArtFusion. A phoenix. Body paint. My tour bus.
Firebird.
All of it, a jigsaw puzzle dumped from a box, colorful scenes scattered about in disarray inside my mind. I grasp, sorting and organizing, piecing it all out, bringing the details into focus.
