Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,83

at me. Except this look is heavy. It’s not a glance or a quick regard. He’s not thinking of something else. No, I can feel this look. He’s thinking of us having sex while I was in heat. He’s recalling every single dirty, filthy thing we did to each other while we were out of our minds in our animalistic drives.

Without a word, Luca takes a step forward and takes hold of the clasp at the top of my jeans. Watching me the entire time, he undoes the top button and then slowly slides down my zipper. I can feel the unhooking of each of the zipper’s teeth, one after the other.

Tugging at my jeans, he pulls them down, but he slides down with them, until he’s on his knees in front of me. My breath hitches.

He lifts one of my legs and takes off my flip flop before dragging my leg out of the pants, and then repeats the process on the other leg until I’m standing there in only my t-shirt and panties.

He looks up at me. “Remember. Not a sound. Understand?”

I nod, my body pinging with desire.

His eyes feast on my panties, and it’s a struggle not to fidget. “Already a wet spot for me,” he murmurs. He’s right. I can feel that I’m already wet down there. “But I need you even wetter.”

His mouth comes to my center, his tongue darting out to move over my clit through my panties. I jerk in surprise and in pleasure, feeling his tongue lick me through the fabric. His mouth latches onto my clit and sucks, the cotton fabric acting more like a conduit than a barrier.

With the added friction of the panties, I start writhing within seconds. Luca’s hands come up to hold my hips, pushing my ass back against the door. Taking the tops of my panties with his teeth, he drags them down until they stop around my ankles.

He looks up at me with a cocked brow. “You shaved?”

Technically, I trimmed and shaved and then shaved some more until I no longer looked like an overgrown shrub, but since he told me to keep quiet, and I intend to give him what he wants so that he’ll give me what I want, I just nod.

A finger comes up to brush along the short swirl of hair that I kept. “I like this. It’s sexy as fuck.”

Like he wants to reward me, he leans in and laps me up, parting my lips with deft fingers and then lifting up my hood to get better access. He licks and slurps at me, my eyes falling shut as my palms press against the smooth door behind me. He licks me slowly. Purposefully. He licks me with precision, like he knows exactly where to go to get the reaction that he wants.

He licks me until I can feel drips of wetness start to collect at my center, and I have so much need built up in me that I can’t take it. “Luca.”

His mouth immediately leaves me, and he stands up. “Naughty thing. I told you to be quiet.”

“But I need—”

He cuts me off by putting his finger into my mouth. His finger that’s now covered in my juices. “I know what you need,” he tells me. “Now suck.”

Holy hot cheeseballs.

Following his sensual order, I purse my lips around his finger and suck. Luca’s eyes flare with satisfaction, and then he lifts my leg until it’s wrapped around his hip.

I hear his zipper being lowered and then the head of his cock starts pressing into me. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter. Like he wants me to feel every single slide of his skin, each pulsing vein, and all the drops of my wetness as it begins to coat him.

When he’s halfway in, he suddenly slams all the way until he’s buried deep inside of me, and my mouth falls open with a choked moan.

“I didn’t say you could stop sucking my finger,” he reprimands, tugging my face back down.

I quickly latch back onto his finger, letting my tongue swirl around his thick knuckle, pretending it’s his dick as I relish in the taste of him. But it’s like he’s trying to get me to slip up, because then he starts fucking me with a fervor. One hand on my ass, he hikes me up higher, sliding my body against the wood as he pounds into me.

My hands come up, one threading into his thick black hair and the other digging into