ol

make it to th

re already on mine, hot, and hungry. The ki

ouldn't bear even an inch of space. I stumbled backwards, g

ead

's happen

desperate, like he'd been starving for m

h going against Matthew? Who booked the most exclusive penthouse in America like it was

ons. And yet, I didn

p. He took that gasp as an invitation, and th

e kiss, my mind

up to cup my chin, tilting my face,

like this in my four

a man who had studied women, learned every hidden we

I was u

e didn't stop, his hands now roaming

im, but I was lightheaded

ng and falling har

on me like I was prey and he was

, trembling, my li

ll wearing

t the type to care about appearances, and besides

n't stop me, or say a word. In fact, his lips quirked into that

is, then carefully

the floor,

breat

orehead. His skin glowed under the low lighting, and when he smiled, h

My hand reached up again, bru

ame out as a whisper. "Y

arning, he slipped his arms aro

hands flying t

chen counter like I weighed nothing

e nudged the back of my neck before his lips found my skin, p

where you've s

to my shoulder. My head tilted on instinct, expo

d escaped before I

"All you have to do is relax an

he sank to his kn

eart skipped a beat. There was something

, but I didn't even kno

e boldness of it making my legs tremble. He leaned in and placed a kiss on my

for him. He glanced up at me again, watching my face as he pushed my

d a finger right over the center, pressing gently where I was already a

voice low and rough. "This pr

fr

down, unable to hold his gaze. How d

n them fo

, he'd finally notice me again, touch me the way he used to. But now,

a twisted way o

he thin fabric between my legs. I shivered as he took it off. "You mi

y, like he was s

ips grazing me through the lace,

it, tasting me. I gasped, my

ighter, holding me in place, his tongue dragging through my folds. He licked me with long, lazy stroke

the pressure, caught between the urge to pull away and the despe

ps brushing against me. "Let

is tongue flick over that sensitive bundle of nerv

slid it into me, inch by inch, t

never stopped moving. It circled my clit while his finger pu

ound

" I g

ed in his throat again, and the

er thrusting into that part. My body welcomed him, wet and aching, my walls clench

making my legs tremble. His tongue picked up speed again

hair, my body so far gone I didn't even know what I

, and his tongue was ruthless, unrelenting, flicking, sucking, rolling in

inst me, his voice low and hun

again, stroking that perfect spot insid

cking, my body greed

ce, not that he was going anywhere. He wanted this. I could feel

s fingers, and I was close, so cl

des

from between my thighs.

s all i

his name, my body pulsing around his fingers, my ba

ssing one final, lingering kiss to my overs

, limbs trembling, t

the back of his hand, then ran his to

ed, and his chest rose a

t l

something he wanted to ruin slowly. As if he'd found something

my breath caught as he unbut

The hard lines of muscle, the curve of

u

sappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, was a tattoo

ther the artist was a damn genius,

er coming, the sight of him

t, fingers moving like he had all the time in the wo

fall to the floor with a soft clink. "It's time for you to get o