She kept repeating his name, his whole name, and again with that soft, husky voice of hers. And her little body writhed and arched against him, giving him all the signals he needed. With a hard tug, he bared her other breast, then laved it with the same attention. Her aroused scent teased him, taunted him. She smelled fucking delicious. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and lick her, find out if she tasted as good as she smelled.
He couldn’t stop touching her. Couldn’t keep his hands still, not when they were touching bare skin and so close to her sweet spot. He dipped one hand down further, between the soft globes of her ass and eased into wetness. A lot of it.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned against her wet nipple.
Her harsh breathing teased his ears, taunting.
“So beautiful. So wet, baby.” He almost couldn’t believe his own ears, the words spilling from his lips. They were all true and none of them carefully thought about or controlled. How could he when his mind spun and need roar in his ears, in his blood, to pierce her with his cock and fuck her until they were both limp and sweaty?
His fingers slipped further down and spread through her soft sex, circling her sensitive spot once. She stilled in his arms, her breath hitching, and when he didn’t circle it again, her hands slipped to his shoulders to squeeze painfully hard.
“Do it. Do it. Oh, please, do it,” she said quickly, her words panting together.
He kissed his way up her chest, across each breast, then found her neck and licked the slender column where the tendons stood taut with strain. He panted, his lips parted, because in a second, his fangs dropped and he shook with a different need. His sac pulled tight, need screaming at him to pierce her neck, fill her with his cock.
He tried to ease one of those needs and slid a finger inside her. So hot, so wet, she engulfed him with her tight little sex. He had to slam his mouth against hers lest he dropped his pants right there and take her. Her tongue met his, taking and giving as good as he gave. Her body trembled with need, actually fucking trembled...but he wanted to see it do more. So he pumped his finger in and out.
Cries left her, meshing against their wet kiss. Her body writhed and plastered against him, her hands kneaded and dug into his shoulders in the sweetest way possible as her feet dug into his ass, trying to arch him subconsciously into her.
He tore his mouth away and stared down into her face. She was beautiful, achingly so. Her heavy gaze met his, her labored breathing panting across his lips, and still he kept his finger moving in and out. In and out.
“You’re going to come for me.” Her eyes widened and then her breaths came faster. She nodded, her thighs actually falling open even more. “You’re beautiful, baby. Beautiful and something special.” Her gaze stayed wide, then she tugged on his head and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Fine by him.
He kept his hold on her bare ass cheek, massaging and squeezing the softness as he removed his other hand and shoved it into the front of her little shorts. Of course, she didn’t have panties on. These practically were just panties. He petted the soft hair he found there and groaned into the kiss. He had to kiss her harder to keep himself from dropping to his knees and burying his tongue up inside her. Instead, he trailed his fingers through her sex, petting and rubbing her, feeling her get hotter, wetter, her hips humping against his hand.
“So eager, baby.” He trailed his lips to her ear and tugged as his fingers worked slowly, not quite touching her where she’d explode, but teasing and building it up. His lips found her neck and he licked, sucked the skin tight into this mouth, his fangs just pressing against the sensitive flesh. “I bet you taste good.”
Her breath caught. “Do it.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and barely managed to close his mouth over his fangs. With a brief, hard shake of his head, he kissed her again, then sent his fingers spiraling around her needy slick sex. She came apart so easily. He couldn’t help his husky laughter as she shook and trembled in his arms; her cries made him nearly shoot. More wetness covered his hand and it wasn’t enough.
“Again,” he said. Then he rubbed her, stuffed his fingers inside and worked her up until she shattered a second time, this one lasting even longer, the shivers not leaving for a good minute. “Beautiful,” he told her.
Her head fell against his shoulder and with a wince, he let her legs slide to the floor and slowly unstuck his chest from hers. Her head lolled to the side, her lips parted and still breathing unevenly. He looked down at her. He shouldn’t have. Her breasts were bared with the little shirt stuck underneath them, her shorts were eschew and resting half-way down one hip, showing just a hint of her thatch of hair.
He turned away and closed his eyes. It didn’t help. Her image was burned into his eyes, her scent still covered his fingers, his clothes, wrapping around him in her essence. Arms wrapped around his middle and he stiffened. Her hands flattened against his stomach then delved down to cup him. He hissed and spun around, catching her wrists.
Her eyes were alight with hunger. She licked her lips at him and he had to shake his head. “You can’t still be...”
Her eyes traveled down his body, nearly making him shiver, then leveled on his bulging zipper. “Sure I can.” Her hands curled around his cock and he stepped back with a shake of his head.
“No; just no.” Thank God, those words made it out of his mouth, because it was the exact opposite of what he wanted to say.
Her eyes widened. “You can make me come, but I can’t make you? What kind of shit is that?”
He didn’t know. He just knew that his mind was really shaken up and addled right now and he needed some time to come down from the high and to assess just how much damage he’d caused. Even with his mind screaming at him to take her up on her offer, let her play with him, he knew he couldn’t. He needed to think.
“I need to think. Cover up.” He turned away and pressed his palms into his eyes sockets. It didn’t matter though; the sight of her small pert breasts still lingered there. “We have plans today. Get dressed; we’re interviewing King Brunes.”
He left the kitchen on hard steps before he did something he’d regret.
Little did he know, that later on when his ardor had cooled and his mind settled, would he realize that he’d already made an irrevocable mistake—and that was touching Vanessa Kategan.
Chapter 9
Sex was way better than alcohol. A thousand times better, no, a million times better. And that hadn’t even been sex sex. That had been foreplay...or messing around, or heck, she didn’t know what it was called. It’d been fucking incredible, amazing, jaw-dropping and better than she’d ever imagined.
And that was just with his hands.
She swooned back against her bed, freshly showered and dressed. Not for the first time that morning, she couldn’t stop grinning. No one had ever made her come before. She hadn’t been allowed to masturbate with Joseph around, or else he’d want to watch, and ew. She shivered with disgust.
Brayden had called her beautiful. He’d touched her almost everywhere. Like he couldn’t stop himself or get enough of her. He’d talked dirty... She definitely liked that, a lot. He had a great mouth and fingers and a hot body. She’d still been hungry for him after he’d set her down, reeling from two, freaking two, amazing orgasms. She’d wanted to feel his cock slip inside her because she knew that what she’d tasted had only been the tip of the iceberg.
Her whole taunting and teasing goal with Brayden had just been shot the hell out of the window and she couldn’t care less. Now, she wanted him. And he wanted her. Silly, but she couldn’t stop smiling...or thinking about him...or thinking about doing more with him. And she had to get more with him, had to. She wasn’t nearly done.