Page 14 of Tentacles and Teeth

Her smile was pure wicked temptation, but she slid out of the car, sending me a sassy look over her shoulder as she twitched that gorgeous biteable ass up the walk.

I trailed behind, happy to take in the view. When she reached the door, she turned, leaning against it with a challenging smirk. I took the steps two at a time and relished the widening of her eyes as my tentacles whipped out towards her.

I lifted her high until our faces were inches apart and pressed her against the wood. Her honey scent was mixed with Fenn’s forest spice, but I found I didn’t mind it. I still wanted to lick her up like ice cream on a hot summer day.

“What about my plane?” Katarina teased, rolling her hips and arching.

“What time are you getting picked up?”

“One.”

“You all packed?”

She nodded, her eyes going glassy and unfocused as I slid my hands under her borrowed tee and cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between my fingers. “Just have to shower and change.”

I slid a tentacle into my back pocket, pulling out my phone. Ten to noon. Have to be quick. Admiring her lust-soaked features, I flicked through the options on my screen and snapped a quick picture, winking at her startled laugh.

“For your contact photo. Hot and wanting is my favorite look on you.”

“Good thing, considering,” she said with a smile. Twining her arms around my neck, she breathed against my mouth, “Now take me inside and show me what you can do in fifteen minutes.”

“If I get you any closer to a bed, you’re not getting out of it until tomorrow. You’re coming for me here.”

“Here?!” she actually squeaked. Precious. “My neighbors will see!”

“Through all these flowers? No, this show’s all mine. Now be my quiet good girl.” I slipped a hand down her quivering belly, soft and round, and dipped beneath the waistband of her sweats. “Fuck, Katarina, you’re soaked. That’s it. Grind against me. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

She did, a groan escaping her clenched jaw.

“Shhh. Don’t want the neighbors to come looking.” I’d wrapped a cloak around us as soon as my foot hit the porch, but she didn’t need to know that. Being on display turned her on. I was finding I’d do just about anything to make this incredible woman feel good.

A fresh surge of wetness flooded my hand, and I bared my teeth, plunging three fingers deep. Rubbing them against the body of her clit from inside, I lowered my mouth to her ear, whispering how beautiful she was as she shuddered and spasmed around me.

“That wasn’t even five minutes, sweet girl. Let’s go again.”

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My ears were still ringing with the echoes of Katarina’s cries as I jogged up the path to my house. I’d intended to go to my parents’ place after I’d dropped her off, but I needed to shower first. My parents were wonderful, but they were nosier than a murder of crows and if they smelled her on me, they’d demand to know everything. I’d gotten distracted—again—at Katarina’s, and the conversation I’d planned hadn’t really happened. I didn’t need to be heckled about acting like a horny, inexperienced teenager, even if it was true.

I heard Fenn tinkering at his desk and shifted gears, slamming blithely through his door and throwing myself in a sprawl across his bed. “I think I’m in love.”

He glared at me, but I ignored him with the ease of long practice. Moody bastard was always glaring.

“She’s amazing. Fucking gorgeous, obviously. And smart—she’s being flown to London to speak at a conference for the ‘Who’s Who’ of the energy business.”

Fenn’s eyebrows rose at that, thoughtfully.

“And she’s damned funny, and sweet, and so uninhibited...ugh, the way she looks at me sometimes, like she knows exactly how perfect she is and she’s daring me to be worthy of her...it’s so fucking sexy.” I groaned, rubbing my hands over my face as if that might help clear the obsession from my brain. It backfired, filling my head with the hot honey scent of her release. My nipples tightened, and I suddenly wished I had gone straight to my room. I wanted to lick my fingers clean while I rode my hand—releasing some of the tension feeling her come had twisted up in me.

The discordant shriek of bending metal rent the air, and I looked up to see Fenn toss the mangled lump of wires that used to be a gem matrix into the recycler with a grunt of disgust. I pushed up onto one elbow, happy to be distracted from my voracious libido.

“But I don’t have to tell you any of this, do I? I’m not the only one fixated on her.”

He just grunted.

“Come on, Fenn,” I wheedled. “Don’t make me be pathetic all by myself.”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, stretching out the kinks in his neck. He scowled at me and waved to his protruding groin. “My interest isn’t exactly a secret. Thank you very much for coming in here covered in her, by the way. Bitch.”

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