Come To Me (Dare With Me #3) - J.H. Croix Page 0,37
a hand around to curl at the back of his neck. He took our kiss from a brush of contact into a full-blown plundering of my mouth.
Diego kissed commandingly, one palm coming up to cup my cheek as his thumb traced along the edge of my jaw. He angled my head to the side and deepened our kiss. His tongue swept in deep strokes, and I couldn’t get enough of the taste and feel of him.
By the time we broke free to gulp in much needed air, my body was on fire. My nerves were alight, and my mind was hazy with a near frantic need. Need for more—more of Diego, more of the riot of sensation only he seemed able to set loose inside of me.
We stared at each other in the shadowy room with nothing but the soft glow of a shaft of light falling through the open doorway. His face was in the shadow, illuminating its strong lines.
I was impatient, my hips rocking restlessly into him. We fit together so well, his arousal was nestled just above the apex of my thighs. I could feel it like a hot brand. I could also feel the slick moisture of my own arousal, and hear my blood rushing through my ears with every beat of my heart.
Diego’s eyes searched mine. “Gemma, I’m about to fuck you against the wall. I was thinking maybe the first time should be a little more comfortable.”
I shook my head. Because the truth was, the prospect of being so overcome with lust that someone would want to fuck me against the wall was an insanely hot idea. Plus, I didn’t want my usual anxiety to take over. I might get bored and start mentally reviewing my to-do list, feeling impatient and wishing it was over.
“We’re not going anywhere,” I murmured, right before I leaned up, tugged on the lapels of his leather jacket and brought him back to my mouth.
Another mind-melding kiss later, he lifted his head. “Fuck, Gemma, you make me lose my mind.”
My body overflowed with sensation, and I shoved a palm under his shirt, letting out a gasp at the feel of his warm skin. His breath hissed through his teeth, and I saw the flash of a smile in the dim light.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured when I rocked my hips restlessly against his arousal. “This—”
I shoved his shirt all the way up and dipped my head to string kisses over his chest. I heard a muttered curse and then I felt his hands slide under my blouse. I let out a moan at the feel of his palms on my skin, his calloused touch sending sparks scattering. Every touch from him was its own experience, each one opening a doorway into another room of new sensations.
It was a fumbled rush, but he got my blouse open and pushed my bra down, my breasts plumping over. He growled right before he dipped his head and caught one of my tight, achy nipples with his mouth. The suction had me crying out, as I pressed against the rough wooden wall behind me.
I dragged my eyes open. I needed more. I wanted him inside me. I could feel the hard press of his arousal, and I reached between us, deftly undoing his fly.
He curled his hand over mine, stilling it. “Slow down.” His tone was ragged, but soothing.
He didn’t understand how much I needed this. How much I needed the frantic quality of it. “I don’t want to slow down,” I whispered.
His eyes searched mine. We didn’t speak, but he seemed to understand what I needed. His hand moved away from mine, and I slid my palm into his boxers, curling around the velvety hot length of him. I savored the way he groaned, biting out, “Gemma, you’re killing me. You’re so fucking hot.”
In another fumbled rush, I shoved his jeans down just enough that his cock sprang free. Meanwhile, he hitched my skirt up around my hips. His palm smoothed over the inside of my thigh as he pushed a knee out to the side. That simple touch was such a seduction, sending sparks flying over my skin. My insides were liquid, and I was needy, so very needy.
Diego, being far more prepared than me, yanked his wallet out of his back pocket, producing a condom and smoothing it on, protecting us both in a matter of seconds. Then, he reached between my thighs, pushing my panties out of the way and let