Page 86 of Start A War (Saint View Psychos)

“What are you doing?” he asked.

I froze. “I, um…you said to…am I doing it wrong?”

He gripped my thighs and pulled me right down. He took the full brunt of my weight across his strong thighs so my core, wet behind my panties, was lined up and pressed against his jean-covered erection. “There,” he said, staring into my eyes with a fierce determination. “From now on, if you’re in this club, this is where I want you. Right up on my cock like you own it.”

He was so hard beneath me. The instinct to grind on him was there, but I didn’t dare. I must have looked like a baby deer caught in headlights, all shocked eyes and too afraid to move, but I didn’t complain. The urge to shout ‘sandwiches’ had long passed.

He reached around me, grabbing a saltshaker and a tequila shot. He passed them both to me, and I shook the salt over the spot I’d licked on his neck, letting the little crystals stick to him.

“You’re gonna have this all down your shirt,” I laughed, watching some of it roll beneath his collar.

He grinned. “Good. You can lick it off me there too.”

Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I wanted to do that. His white T-shirt was so tight beneath his open cut, and the man’s stomach was as solid as marble.

I was definitely up for licking it if that’s what he wanted.

But there was a salt trail on his neck, and I was pleased for the excuse to put my tongue back on his skin. I dragged it up his neck again, and the salt exploded on my tongue. Reluctantly, I pulled back and downed the shot. The fiery liquid didn’t scald so much anymore, now that we’d had a couple, but I still looked around for something to chase it with. “Lime?”

War stared at me, eyes full of heat. He reached up, gripping the back of my neck. “No lime. I wanna taste that tequila on you.”

Before I could even comprehend what he was doing, he leaned forward and drew my head down at the same time. Our lips collided, his tongue instantly pushing inside my mouth.

I didn’t fight. I sank down into the kiss like I’d kissed the man a million times before.

His grip on my neck was punishing, but it only added to my arousal. I’d never had someone hold me so possessively, like if I even thought of trying to pull away, he’d drag me right back. Our lips moved together, fast and hard, and he kissed me like he’d been waiting a lifetime to do it and not just the hour I’d been here at the party.

He groaned into my mouth, never letting up the grip on my neck, but his other hand slid over my thigh to grab a handful of hip. At the same time, he thrust up, rubbing his erection against my core. “Fuck, baby girl. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you in that dress at the club the other night. Why the fuck aren’t you wearing that dress now?”

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the fact I was the center of his universe in that very moment, but it made me bold. “Because I’m clearly very stupid.”

He kissed me again, his fingers digging in and rocking me over his erection. “You know what I’d do to you right now if you were wearing that dress instead of jeans?”

Oh God. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I was already really regretting how thick the denim was between us. But I found myself whispering, “Yes,” into his ear.

It came out something like a breathy moan, and he shivered in response.

“I’d have had you on my lap, right like you are now. Except I would have hiked your skirt up around your waist so everybody could see your delicious, completely fuckable ass.”

His hand slid around to squeeze me there, holding me even tighter against him, encouraging me to rock on him and take what I needed.

“Then I would have slipped my hand inside your panties to find out if you were wet for me.”

Too turned on to stop, I ground over his dick, rocking my hips back and forth, increasing the friction. A gasp slipped from my lips at the building sensation inside me.

“Are you wet for me, baby girl?”

I couldn’t answer that. I was drowning for him, but I couldn’t say it.

“Say it. I know your cunt is fucking dripping for me right now.”

I couldn’t. It was too forward. And so dirty. I didn’t even know what the hell I was doing. I barely knew this man and yet I was dry humping him in the middle of a party like I was a teenager.

But I didn’t want to stop.

With a growl that was practically feral, War took my mouth again. The kiss a punishment for not giving him what he wanted. He drove his tongue into me, tasting and taking, dominating, and controlling. I moaned, pleasure coursing through me.

In the next instant, he was on his feet, me in his arms.

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