“What?” I make a face. “No.”
His eyes drop briefly to where my hand still rests over his chest before he raises a pointed brow. I drop my hand as if I’ve just touched an open flame.
I attempt to step back, but he won’t relinquish his hold on me. Instead, he tugs me impossibly close, our bodies flush against one another, and I’m instantly bombarded by the sensation of a million tiny electrifying pinpricks along my skin.
“Again with the manhandling.” Damn my voice for sounding as breathless as it is. It’s only because he’s nearly crushing my lungs, that’s all.
Intense heat flashes in his gaze. “I think you like it.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Danny.”
He ducks his head, bringing our faces closer, and my breath lodges in my throat. His voice is a dark, edgy rumble that skates over my skin in a unique caress. “It’s Daniel.” His hot breath dances across my lips.
“Don’t ca—” His lips cut off my response, and I’m torn between surprise and an inherent sense of rightness from his kiss.
Instead of marauding, his kiss is tender with an underlying needy urgency. He’s holding back, and I hate it. I don’t want restrained. I know this is stupid as hell, but I’m drawn to this man unlike any other.
My hands fly to his hair, my fingers twining through the lengthier part, and he groans against my mouth.
He lifts me in his arms, then his quick strides carry me over to the car to set me on it. It’s as though something’s unleashed inside him, that he recognizes the pull between us and is giving in right along with me.
One hand winds my ponytail around his fist, and he uses this to steer my head and deepen the kiss. When his tongue dives inside, I wrap my legs around him, dying to get even closer.
Even through the fabric of his pants and my jeans, the unyielding rigid length of his arousal makes its presence known when he rocks against me. Wetness surges to my core at the memory of how he felt inside me, how it felt to ride his cock.
When he drags his lips from mine only to trace a path over my cheek and jawline, I force out the words obstinately. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Mmm.” The sound vibrates against my skin, eliciting a shiver. He moves to my earlobe, his teeth capturing it gently. “Okay, liar.” His voice is low, gravelly, blanketed with lust.
I turn my head, forcing his mouth to meet mine again. Pleasure courses through my veins as our lips fuse, the kiss more frantic now.
When I twine my arms around his neck, a deep rumble emanates from his chest and a hot, needy tug pulls deep inside me. I’m lost to a haze of arousal when his fingers work at my jeans, shoving them down my hips with my panties.
“Gonna tongue-fuck this pussy.” His words are guttural, his tone intermixed with desperation and determination, and it has wetness clinging between my thighs. “Don’t know why I gotta taste you again so fuckin’ bad, but I do.”
He practically tears off my boots, removing my jeans and underwear to leave me bare from the waist down. Before logic can break through, he hikes up both my legs, planting my feet on the car’s trunk, forcing me to lean back on my elbows.
Skimming the pad of his callused thumb along my wet entrance, his mouth parts on a hoarse, “Fuck,” his eyes turning molten.
He lowers his head and drags his tongue through my wetness. I collapse back on the car, but my eyes are locked on him while he licks me.
“You gonna watch me devour this pussy?” Those hoarsely spoken words border on a taunt, but when he spears his tongue inside me, I’m rendered both breathless and speechless.
My hands fist against the car’s smooth surface, and he groans, his thumbs spreading me apart. His hot breath dances over my sensitive flesh. “Look at that pretty clit just beggin’ me to give it a little suck.”
When a whimper escapes me, his eyes gleam with satisfaction. “Gonna have to say it.”
My tone is grating, my aggravation evident. “What?”
“You want me to do this?” He fastens his lips around my clit and creates a suction that has my body bowing, my mouth going slack with a soundless gasp. All too quickly, he releases it, and I collapse, my eyes falling closed, chest rising and falling like I’ve run a marathon.
“You want me to do that again,” he whispers against my sensitive flesh. “Then you’re gonna have to say it.”
I peer at him, watching as he suckles each of my lips before tracing his tongue along both of them. “You’re an asshole.” The breathless quality of my words belies my anger, and the flicker of male pride in his eyes tells me so.
“Am I?” He ducks his head, darting his tongue inside me just a fraction. “You don’t want me to tongue-fuck this pussy, then? ’Cause all you gotta do is tell me the truth.”
His warm breath against my entrance has goose bumps rising along my body. “Admit that you like me.” He teases me by lightly raking his teeth over my clit.
A gasp is ripped from me when his tongue dives inside as if he’s desperate, almost frantic, to gather my taste. My hips rock, seeking more of his touch, but he pulls back.
“I like you, okay?” The words pour out of me in panted breaths, and I’d be mortified if I weren’t so eager for him to continue his delicious torment. “I like you a little. Just, please, don’t stop.”
Green eyes gleam with satisfaction an instant before he fits his mouth to me, his tongue delivering the hottest French kiss. My hand flies to his hair, my fingers threading in the length, as he devours me.
His tongue thrusts in and out of me, his mouth intermittently suckling at my lips. I’m a writhing mess when he glides two thick fingers inside me and fastens his lips around my clit. He sucks it, then bats at it with his tongue while pumping his fingers in and out of me.
My grip tightens on his hair, and he growls against me, the vibrations catapulting me closer to the edge. My hips arch, urging on his fingers and tongue. He lifts his head, his fingers still driving me mad, and needy lust paints his handsome face.
His eyes flick between my face and where he pumps his fingers in and out of me. “Damn if you don’t have my dick harder than ever.”
Seeming transfixed by the sight of his fingers, wet with my arousal as they withdraw before sinking back inside, his focus settles between my thighs. What resembles surprise laced with self-deprecation crosses his expression. “Never been so turned on like this before that I thought I’d embarrass myself by comin’ in my pants.”
His admission sends another rush of arousal to my core and when his eyes fall closed on a wince a second later, I know he felt it. His jaw clenches before he mutters, “Fuck.”
When his eyes open, his burning gaze lands on me, and it nearly singes me to the bone. “You like that idea, huh?” Deep and gravelly, his voice is drenched in sensual hunger.
“Maybe a little.”
“Yeah?” A challenge edges into his gaze. “Think you like it more than just a little.” A faint smirk toys at his lips. “Maybe you like me more than a little, too, huh?”
Damn him. I attempt a dark scowl, but I’m not sure it has much effect considering my legs are spread, putting myself on display like I’m his own personal buffet. “How about less talk, more action?”