I felt my lips part. Jesus, his chest was packed with muscle. My hands itched to smooth over all that sleek skin; to trace the lines and dips of his abs.
Giving myself a mental slap, I lifted a hand to ward him off. “We agreed this couldn’t happen again. Remember?”
His hands lazily dropped to his waistband. Still moving slowly and casually, he snapped open the top button of his fly and then lowered the zipper—holding my gaze the entire time. I sensed more than saw him kick off his shoes.
“Seriously, Dane—” Oh fuck, he’d shoved down his pants and boxer shorts. His fat, long cock was rock hard. Damn if the bastard hadn’t been blessed with a body that was designed to seduce and pleasure. The broad shoulders, the solid chest, the perfect V of his hips, the seriously impressive cock … I hadn’t thought my mouth could get any drier. I’d been wrong.
I closed my eyes, digging deep for some willpower. I heard shuffling sounds and wondered if he was removing his socks or something. I didn’t look. “You really should go.” Nothing. No response, no movements.
I opened my eyes. He still stood there, still staring hard at me. And I found my gaze roaming down his body again.
His cock twitched, tapping his belly. I remembered how it felt to have it filling, stretching, and thrusting inside me. Remembered coming harder than I ever had in my life. And damn if I didn’t want him in me again. Which made me my own worst enemy, really.
It didn’t help that he was so deliciously and blatantly dominant. I wasn’t ashamed to admit I got off a little on that. Having all his alpha energy focused on me was way more than my self-control could bear.
“Come here.”
I jumped at the softly spoken order—and it was very much an order. “Are you just going to overlook the fact that you’re not thinking clearly? Because I can’t, Dane. One of us needs to be the voice of reason.”
“Come here,” he repeated, his voice low and deep and carrying the punch of authority.
“Don’t ignore me. This is serious. You don’t get to be blasé about it.”
“Not going to tell you again, baby girl. Last chance.”
I clenched my fists, feeling a little desperate. Because I knew myself. Knew my resolve would waver if he touched me. No, not waver. Vanish. This need I felt for him … It was too hot. Too basic. Too powerful. I didn’t stand a sliver of a chance against it.
“For fuck’s sake, Dane, listen to me. I don’t know how much you’ve had to drink—”
He clamped his hands around my upper arms and dragged me to him, keeping me on my knees, so that his hard cock then dug into my abdomen. “Yeah, that’s where I want you.” His hands bunched my hair, and he slowly lowered his mouth until it hovered a mere inch above mine. Everything seemed to go still and quiet.
I should protest. Push him away. Something. Anything. But, stupid or not, I wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted to pretend for a little while that he wanted more than just a roll in the sack.
My breathing picked up. So did his. Anticipation wound me tight, making my nerves ragged.
His unblinking gaze dropped to my mouth and flared. “Everywhere we go,” he said, his voice thick with need, “I catch someone staring at your mouth. And I know they’re wondering what it’d be like to sink their teeth into this plump lower lip—I did the exact same thing the first time I saw it.”
I blinked. He had?
“So soft and bitable.” He caught my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged. My lips parted on a gasp, and his tongue boldly swept inside.
He took my mouth in a kiss so hot, wet, and explicit that I felt myself melt into him. Every bit of hesitance drained from my system in a rush, just as I’d known it would. God, the man. Could. Kiss.
I splayed my hands on the twin columns of his back, digging my nails into his skin. His cock throbbed against my abdomen, hot and hard and insistent. That untamed quality about him had never been more palpable than it was right now as he ruthlessly ate at my mouth, his grip so tight on my hair it hurt a little. But even as he exuded a dark sexual energy that held an edge of aggressiveness, he was still calmly forceful and totally in control.
Me? I wasn’t so cool and composed. I wanted to climb him like a fence post and wrap my legs around his waist. Wanted to impale myself fully on his shaft so that he was balls-deep inside me. Just the thought made damp heat spill from my core.
His blunt nails scraped my scalp. I let out a soft, needy moan and tore my mouth free of his. “Dane—”
“Fucking love your hair,” he said, combing his fingers through the soft strands. “I want to see it spread out on the bed while I’m moving inside you. First …” He tugged on the strap of my camisole. “This has to go. Take it off.”
Gladly. I shed the garment and tossed it aside.
His gaze locked on my bare breasts, staring at them so intently it felt like a physical touch. His eyes seemed to trace their shape. “Pretty,” he breathed, lightly skimming his knuckles over one hard nipple. Too lightly. “The perfect handful.”
I arched into him as he filled his palms with my breasts. He squeezed just right and thumbed both nipples hard, sending streaks of fire to my clit. He then curved his arm around me and hauled me up his body so that his mouth was level with my breasts. All that casual strength made me shiver a little.
I clung to his shoulders as he lavished attention on my nipples using his mouth and fingers, repeatedly switching from one bud to the other. He was careful at first. He began with gentle tweaks, light tugs, and brief nibbles; teasing me, I knew. Soon he was pinching, twisting, and suckling on my nipples until they throbbed.
I felt every touch in my aching core and, God, I had to be embarrassingly wet. I didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything other than finding some relief.
Dane gently lowered me to the mattress. “Lay back, baby girl.”
I did as he asked, but I kept myself propped up on my elbows and watched as he snaked his hands up my thighs, caught the waistbands of my shorts and panties, and peeled both off.
“Spread your legs wide. Wider, Vienna. That’s it.” Dane stared at my pussy, his eyes glittering with so much naked greed my inner muscles clenched. He reached for the glass on the nightstand without even looking at it and took a swig of his drink.
I ground my teeth, not a big fan of being made to wait for what I wanted when I was this damn horny. “You just gonna stare at it all night? Because it’s not going to come by itself.”
His eyes flew to mine, dancing with humor. “Not all night, no,” he said, setting down his glass. He leaned over me, forcing me to lie flat. “I was actually thinking of doing this.” He swiped the tip of his finger between my folds and then dipped it inside me. He hummed. “So slick already. Yeah, this pussy knows me now, doesn’t it? It wants more.” He drove his finger deep. “What does it want?”
I licked my lips. “More.”
He skimmed his nose along my jawline and around to my ear. “Do you know what I want?”
Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I swallowed. “What?”
His teeth scraped my earlobe. “To know what you taste like.” He went to his knees on the carpet, gripped my thighs, and yanked me toward him. His warm hands spread my legs as wide as they could go, giving him better access. “Hands above your head,” he said, nuzzling my folds.