Page 69 of Reverb
Mish worked the knot of his tie. All these lovely clothes needed to be off both of them, and soon. She wanted her skin against his. That beard tickling down her torso. She nibbled up to his ear, loving the texture of his beard under her lips.
“Been wanting you all night.” She finally got the damn tie free and tugged at the collar of his shirt.
“Careful, darling, or you’ll rip Dom’s shirt.” When he kissed her throat, her fingers fumbled on the buttons.
She pressed him harder into the wall. “Pretty sure the shirt’s yours now.” She got the top button undone, even as he worked at the zipper of her dress. Then it was a race to see who could get the other naked the quickest.
Except David stopped moving when he’d stripped the dress from her, which she’d expected.Sheknew what was underneath. White lace bra and panties, with matching garters to hold up her stockings. Plus she was still in her red boots and jewelry.
David seemed to drink her in. “God, whatever the hell you want to do to me tonight, I’m all yours.”
He certainly was. “I should have borrowed some rope from Adrian or Zavier. Tying you down would have been fun.”
His neck reddened. “I’m fine with that. But I just learned more about your bandmates than I should know.”
She pulled him off the wall. “There are very few secrets on the road—at least in the band.” She paused and added, “You’ll figure that out fast, after a couple of days on the bus with us.”
She saw him register what she said, and the meaning behind her words—she wanted him ontheirbus. “And tonight?”
“I think we can work something out as soon as you lose the rest of your clothes.”
He did that quickly and efficiently. Damn, she loved the sprinkling of hair on his chest, the darker line that trailed down his belly.
David chuckled. “You know, that’s a look I’m not used to getting.”
She flicked her gaze up to his very dark, smoldering one. “Then your lovers were fools.”
She stalked toward him until she had him backed up against the bed. The heat of his body seared through lace and sent fire racing to her core. The things she wanted to do to this man. Maybe shewouldborrow some rope at some point, but right now?
She caught his face between her hands and devoured that mouth again, relishing the groan. David slid his hands up her arms, then over her back, but made no move to undo her bra. Just—held her tight to him as she kissed and rocked their bodies together.
God, she wanted his mouth on her clit and his fingers buried in her. She also wanted to suck him off and hear the strangled cries he made when he came. There was time enough for both, even if they did have to get up damn early for that interview.
She drew her hands down to his chest, then pushed him backward onto the bed. “Why don’t you pretend I’ve tied you down to your bed and am about to make your every filthy wish come true?”
David’s black eyes widened a fraction, and his breath hitched. “Anything you want.” His voice was slurred with lust. He scrabbled backward to stretch his arms out and grip the headboard.
She grinned down at the length of his body. “Call meprincess.”
The croak that came out of him and the accompanying shudder was worth everything. She climbed onto the bed, boots and all, up over David and hovered above him on her hands and knees, their lips almost touching.
“Princess,” he whispered, and that one word was the most glorious music in her ears. She kissed him, taking her time to tease a guttural groan out of him as he squirmed and thrust on the bed. The muscles in his arms flexed, but he kept his hands up, kept holding on to the headboard, as she’d told him to.
A powerful and heady moment. No question David was physically stronger, even though she had him on height, but tonight he was hers in all the ways that mattered. She turned that thought over in her head as she worked her mouth down his jaw and neck and over his chest.
She stroked his sides and he twitched, his breath coming in gasps. “Oh fuck!”
But he kept his hands above his head. Left them there, even when she closed her mouth around his dick, when he arched off the bed and begged her to keep going every time she backed off. God, she was wet. Throbbing, and aching for him to touch her, be inside her. But she fucking loved David like this, too—so strung out, so near the brink of orgasm that his voice was full of moans and grunts. His arms had turned to cords of muscles as he fought to hold on to the headboard, fought toobeyher. Such a little thing. Such apowerfulthing.
“Please, baby.” David was nothing but air and lust, his body trembling underneath her. “Please!”
“I love you like this.” Before he could say anything more, she took him in her mouth fully, sucking and licking, then slid two fingers into him and pumped until he was thrashing and shouting unintelligible words to the ceiling of the hotel room.
She slowed but kept going until he keened in his throat. “Fuck, baby, you gotta stop. I can’t...” David’s breath caught and his whole body shook in orgasm, and she let him down slowly until they were both panting ragged breaths.
“Unfair,” he whispered. He was still clutching the headboard, though his arms were slack.
“Totally fair.” Mish kissed his thigh. “Figured I could get you off more than once.”
