Heat spikes. Lust jolts. Jesus, I’m so fucking dizzy I tear my lips from hers, but only long enough to suck in a giant draft of air. It doesn’t clear my head. I doubt anything will. And I don’t even care right now if I fall the fuck onto the floor. I’ll take Masey with me, sink as deep into her mouth as I can, crawl on top of her, bury myself inside her…
“Trace,” she pants, clinging tighter as she tosses her head back.
It’s an offering. She’s inviting me to put my lips on her skin and taste her. She’s being vulnerable to me, giving herself to me.
No way I’m refusing that.
I wrap one hand around her nape again and squeeze, compelling her to tilt her head back. Yes… Now, she’s utterly mine, and I drag my lips up her soft, so-pale throat, skating my way across her jaw as I work my fingers into her long tresses and slowly close my fist, then tug her in exactly where I want her. As she gasps and her eyes flare wide with surprise, I swallow the sound with a growl and my kiss.
Then I consume her.
I work her lips open until she can’t possibly part wider, then I barge in, leaving her no defense against my onslaught.
Yes, I’m being ruthless. I can’t seem to stop myself. Whatever hesitations she has, I want them gone. Whatever barriers or protections she might have erected against men in general or me specifically, those need to go, too. I want to leave no part of her untouched by my hands, my mouth, my passion. I want to delve into her, drown inside her.
I’ve lost my fucking mind. But it feels too good to care, much less stop.
Masey arches, crushing her breasts against me as she whimpers into my kiss. She clings, her fingers latching on to my shoulders like a growing vine spreading across a fence and claiming its territory. I’m all too happy to be hers.
She’s too tempting not to tease, so with a last brush of my lips over hers, I pull back. She moans and lunges for me like I’m her air and she won’t be able to breathe without me. Her lips part, seeking mine in an insistent rush. I catch her chin in my grip, denying her another kiss while I study her dilated eyes and flushed cheeks. So female. So sensual.
I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip and draw it down, then begin dipping my head to her slowly. Her audible breaths fill the air between us as I cover her mouth and dive deep. When I drag my tongue against hers, the kiss turns wilder, more fiery than the last. So fucking hot I think I’m going to melt.
Jesus, this is insane.
With a shudder, she grips at my short hair and rubs her breasts against me like she needs relief only I can give her and rocks against my desperate cock, silently pleading.
I eat at her until I can’t think straight. Until I can barely breathe. It’s all I can do not to lower her to the floor, shove our clothes aside, forget the fact there’s a bed somewhere in this villa, and fuck her blind. But I promised her way more than a hot quickie. I promised her everything.
Time to get my head on straight and deliver.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth free, tightening my fist in her hair to prevent her from suckering me in with another one of her kisses I find so damn hard to resist. “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall. On the right.”
I nod. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She seems confused until I haul her against my body and straighten upright. Then she curls herself around me, arms and legs clinging. Before I even take a step, she starts nuzzling my neck. I shudder and hold in a groan. Her lips burn a path until she reaches the seam of my shoulder. She kisses me there, sweeping my shirt aside so she has more skin to worship. Another shiver wracks me when she surprises me with a drag of her tongue.
Shit. I’m barely halfway down the hall. How am I going to make it the rest of the way without losing my sanity?
And this woman has been unsure about her appeal? About her sexuality? Does she have any idea I’m burning alive?
I try to get a grip on my self-control. Mostly, I end up clutching her ass tighter and dragging my demanding lips along