Page 51 of Reverb
He went. Skin against skin. Lips, mouths, hands roaming everywhere, exploring. He teased one of her nipples into his mouth and she arched into him on a breathless moan. After he’d done the same with the other, she lifted his mouth off her breast and occupied it with her lips and tongue instead. That was fine. Every piece of her was so damnfineit hurt to contemplate for too long.
When Mish cupped his package, he pressed against her palm. “Damn, baby.”
She chuckled against his lips. “Hard for me,” she said, and traced him through his shorts, the pressure softer and indistinct.
“It’s a packer.” She probably knew, but he’d wanted to say it anyway. “But yeah. I am.” He was, too.Painfullyhard underneath, and neither her ministrations nor his own thrusts helped that situation any.
Well, theydidhelp—but this wasn’t his favorite way of getting off. Far from it.
“Should I stop?” She moved her hand to his thigh. “Or keep going?”
He met her gaze. “Well, you did mention something about wanting to suck my dick.”
“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Her hands were back on his shorts, this time to unbutton and unzip him. They made quick work of getting him naked, all while Mish looked at him like she wanted to eat him alive. Maybe shedid, given that goddamned fiery stare. “If you were in my business, you’d be a fucking rock god with a body like that.”
“Security god sounds ridiculous.” He kept in shape for the job, but also partly out of habit—it had kept the dysphoria at bay for so long. Maybe that washisbody issue, but the outcome was that he could take out people taller and thicker than him, and in his line of work, that was good.
That Mish loved the results? Evenbetter.
He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her lips. “You got a bed in this place, baby? ’Cause I think we’d be more comfortable without a coffee tableright there.” Especially not one with a glass top.
She rose in one fluid motion, and David found himself eye level with the one piece of clothing Mish still wore. He grabbed her hips and planted a kiss on her mound, delighting in the gasp she made. She smelled of lust and salt, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.
“Bed, David. Now.” She tugged at his hair. “Or we’re gonna end up on this coffee table after all.”
“Not gonna say no to you and bed.” And banging on a glass table wasn’t his idea of fun. He paused long enough to grab his duffel, then followed her out of the living room intoanotherhuge room. This one had a king-sized bed, more couches, and a huge TV. Plus a freaking wet bar in the corner. “Fuck me, this place have a swimming pool?”
“Hot tub in the bathroom.” She swung him into her arms, pulling him close so the lace of her panties slid across his dick.
He murmured, “You’re killing me, Mish.”
“Then drop the bag and get on the bed, David, so I can kill you even more.” Her voice was low and commanding, and she didn’t need to tell him twice.
They broke apart, and he set the bag by the foot of the bed, then crawled into the middle of the huge plush white space, flipped over and laid his head on the pillows. He didn’t have time to make any of the snarky comments on the tip of his tongue, because Mish was right there above him, her long, warm body weighing his down, and that damn lace rasped against him again. It was torture, both her slow kiss and the way she moved her body over his.
He brushed his fingers through her hair, then down over her back to her ass, and ground up against her.
Given her huff of laughter, his actions amused her. “So Idoturn you on.”
He kissed her shoulder. “Fuck, woman. You turn me inside out.” He thought about simply flipping their places and going down on her, because he really did want a taste. “Ilikethis.” Her on top, making the first moves. Seemed right.
He couldrelaxthis way. Enjoy himself. No expectations, just two people enjoying each other.
She levered up and hovered above him. Not a shiver or shake in those toned arms—god, she was strong. “So, you don’t want to possess me?” There was surprise in her voice, maybe even delight.
“I want toprotectyou.” That came out without thought. Hell, he wanted to keep all of Twisted Wishes safe. The band, the crew. Everyone. Mish, though... She was a kindred spirit. He didn’t understand all of the how and why of it, but sheunderstoodhim in ways a lot of people didn’t, and that was rare, indeed.
Mish didn’t move, complex emotions playing over her face.
He ran his hands up the taut muscles of her arms. “No, it’s not the job, baby. It’s who I am. I want to protect the people I care about.” Beneath his fingers, he felt the tiniest tremble in those arms. “Possessing someone, the way I think you mean, is the opposite of caring about them.”
Mish’s face softened, and she lowered herself until her lips met his and her whole body pressed him down into the mattress.
This kiss, this embrace, wasn’t full of lust—it was slow and sensual and had the taste of promise and entanglement and affection. A different heat flared in David, one that tightened his throat and spiked a little fear into his mind. He knew what was happening, that spinning helpless feeling of falling and falling.
And who wouldn’t fall for Mish?
She worked her mouth down over David’s jaw, mouthing at his beard, then under his chin and down to suck on his collarbone. He arched off the bed.
