Page 8 of Devoured By You

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My stomach vaulted. His molten eyes met mine in the mirror.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d find it locked.”

I licked my lips and swallowed past a narrowed throat that resembled a compressed straw. Maybe I had a nut allergy, and any second, I’d collapse onto the floor. The cabin crew would find us both in here and know what I’d been about to do.

You don’t have a nut allergy. Calm down.

He prowled toward me. Literally prowled. I shifted my position.

“Don’t. Stay where you are.”

I gripped the sink. Only way to stay upright. My thighs trembled. His large hands gripped my hips. I breathed in through my nose, catching the scent of expensive cologne and a musky maleness. My clit pulsed, and a heaviness settled between my legs. He moved my hair out of the way and ran his nose along my neck.

“You smell like sin.” He breathed in deeply. “My kind of girl.”

“Have you done this before?” My voice came out breathy, like an actress in a 1930s black-and-white movie.

“Not on a commercial jet, no.”

“You’ve flown on a private jet?”

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I own a private jet.”

“Then why aren’t you on it?”

He nuzzled my ear. “My father needed it.” His hands cupped my breasts, homing in on my nipples as if he could see right through my shirt and bra. “Lucky for me that he did.”

Spinning me on the spot, his mouth took mine. I gasped, surprised and unprepared. My hands gripped his shoulders for support. He was everywhere at once. Hands, body, mouth, tongue. It was all so good. So fucking good. My worries vanished, quashed by a single kiss from a man who’d studied the art of kissing. He must have. It was perfection.

He burrowed his hands beneath my shirt, and my bra loosened. Both items of clothing ended up around my neck, and he suckled on my nipple with a combination of urgency and languor. That made little sense, but my brain had stopped producing logical thought from the moment he’d kissed me.

“How long do we have?” I moaned as he bit my nipple and then soothed it with his tongue.

“Not nearly fucking long enough,” he growled. “But it’ll be worth it. I promise.”

My skirt dropped to the floor. He hooked his thumbs into my knickers and yanked them off me. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it off to the side. My bra, too.

“Let’s fix this power imbalance.” I tugged off his tie while he shrugged out of his jacket. My fingers fumbled to unfasten his shirt buttons, so much so that he took over, revealing bronzed skin over a taut chest, defined shoulders and arms, and a positively lickable six-pack that was every hetero girl’s wet dream.

His trousers and boxers joined my clothes in a pile on the floor. I paused for a second, memorizing how he looked with his stunning face, perfectly toned body, and thick cock jutting out from his hips. What a romance hero he’d make. I wished I’d brought my phone so I could take a picture, but a mental one would have to do.

“Is this going in a book?” He smirked.

“Do you read minds as well as palms?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” He ran his hand over my hip, settling it on my arse. His eyes zeroed in on my boobs. “I’ll expect a signed copy.”

He kissed me again, cutting off my reply. Walking backward, he took me with him. I squealed as icy water gushed over me, soaking us both.

“That’s cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

My back hit the wall. Fisting my hair, he tugged it to the side, exposing my neck to his lips, his tongue, his teeth. God, he was feral, and I couldn’t get enough. I pulled his hair, matching his savagery. He bit me harder, as if the pain of tugging out his hair from the roots spurred him on. Spinning me, he pressed my cheek to the tile.

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