Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,36
he pulled her astride him.
“Feel that?” He dragged his lips over her chin to her jaw and down the column of her neck. “Feel how hard I am?”
She sucked in a breath. Please don’t talk. Don’t make me think. He nipped at the strings of her halter top to move them before he wrapped his lips around her pulse.
Gone.
She was simply gone.
Thoughts slid away into the corners where mistakes didn’t matter. Under the dark cover of shadows, she forgot to be the responsible Chloe. The next song urged her to roll her hips against him. Faster. The sensual words of the song emptied her brain.
His lips brushed over the material of her shirt. He scraped his teeth over her ribs then back up to hover over her nipple. A whisper of hot breath then a tease of teeth at the tip made her shudder. Her moans drifted out over the cacophony of voices.
He stared up at her.
Was he asking permission?
No.
It was demand.
He didn’t give her time to think about saying yes.
He grinded her down on his cock.
Fuck.
The word was foreign even in her own head. But it belonged here in the relentless beat of the song with this hard, hot male under her.
He was just a body. This was just sex.
It was just a basic need that was finally coming to the surface. But no other man in three years had come close to drawing even a fraction of this out of her.
Hunger so thick and consuming it battled with the alcohol she’d fed her out of control inner bad girl all night. Except being bad felt so damn good.
She’d touched and flirted with others the night before. A pretty lawyer who was probably a better choice even for just a one-night stand.
But no, it had to be this man who set off the conflagration that had lain dormant inside her.
The worst man in legions of ways.
She gripped the back of the chair as her hips undulated against him. Muscle memory crashed into something so new and different she shuddered to keep up with it.
“That’s right. Fuck. You’re so fucking hot. Can you come on my jeans like this? Just grinding on me. Use me. Let me feel you come on me.” His turbulent sea eyes flashed in the flickering dark.
His hand slid under her skirt to cup her ass.
“This is crazy.”
“Crazy is good. Crazy is hot. Right here. No one cares about us.” He looked around. “See over there? That girl on the table has all the eyes on her.”
Chloe craned her neck toward the statuesque blonde gyrating on a club table.
“But right here,” he gripped her cheek, “look at me.”
She hissed out a breath as the tips of his fingers coasted along the edge of her panties. But her attention was back on him. This man.
Michael.
Not some stranger she could forget in the morning.
“We’re alone as far as they’re concerned. So let go.” He lifted his hips and his shaft rubbed against the front of her panties. “I need to watch you let go.”
Her breath came faster as she used the rough material of his jeans for friction.
His fingers slid between them, and his thumb rubbed against her tight clit over her panties.
“So hard and sensitive. How wet are you?”
She sucked in a sharp breath. Wetter than she could remember ever being. Even during the rare instances when she had to take the edge off on her own, she’d barely been damp enough to get the job done.
She rocked against his thumb.
Suddenly, he moved and she whimpered.
No. Don’t fucking move.
She was so fucking close.
He pulled down the front of her panties, tucking his thumb into her pussy. “Fuck.” His breath hitched against her neck as his nail flicked over her clit.
She bucked at the sudden touch.
He held her down with his other hand, circling her clit with his thumb. “That’s it. You’re like liquid fire. If we were alone, I’d drag you up and over my face right now. I’d drink every bit of you down.”
Chloe gasped and his features dissolved in the dark. She wasn’t even aware that she’d flipped over from almost there to full detonation. With her head flung back and her breasts in her face. She didn’t even care if the whole room figured out what she’d experienced.
Or what he’d been doing to her.
It had been so goddamn long since she’d actually had an orgasm like that. She could only chant “thank you,” over and over as he strummed her like his instrument. As