Rock Me Deeper (Licks of Leather #5) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,13

me, goose bumps erupted over my flesh.

My breath caught in my throat and a shiver quaked my system the same time that Syd sucked in a sharp breath.

Shit. He felt it, too.

This was bad. No, it was catastrophic.

“I’m not getting out. I’m here to help you.”

“Syd, I don’t think—”

“Then don’t. Don’t think. I’m not. I can’t…I can’t think of anything but…” As his gaze locked on my lips, his cock jerked and all I wanted to do was glide to my knees and engulf his impressive length down my throat. “Fuck, Caris, I’m sorry, but…”

Syd cupped my nape, aligned me beneath his sensual mouth, and started to dip his head.

Oh, god…he’s going to kiss me.

Unable to summon the will to stop him, my resolve was already swirling down the drain. I wanted Syd to kiss me. Wanted to feel his powerful lips claim, own, and possess me just one more time. Instead of the raw, savage hunger I craved, Syd pressed a ginger-soft kiss to my swollen lips. Though I was barely able to feel the texture of his sensual mouth, the passion consuming him arced through me, searing my swollen lips and stealing my breath. Melting beneath him, I sank my fingers against his flesh. My toes curled against the wet tile, and as a wildfire of arousal whipped through me, a tiny whimper slid from my throat.

Syd smiled against my mouth, then gripped my nape tighter as he dragged his slick tongue over the seam of my lips. Fire licked my spine as I opened and welcomed his slow, sensual sweep. The flames spread through me, obliterating my doubts and fears as our tongues tangled in the ancient, familiar dance I’d savored in my dreams.

He took possession of my mouth, my soul, not like the boy I’d remembered, but like a man. A man a who’d perfected his skills to a spine-bending, mind-melting art form.

Cupping my ass, Syd pulled me against his firm, sinewy body. My nipples raked his chest, sending shards of splendor arcing through me as his kiss turned wild, raw, and savage.

My heart raced.

My head swam.

Skimming my palms up his steely chest, I clutched his broad shoulders as his rough, needy groan filled my mouth.

I could feel my walls cracking, feel them breaking apart and crumbling to dust around me as passion hotter than the summer sun careened through my veins. Like the petals of a flower reaching for the sun, I stretched toward the source of his heat—Syd’s wicked mouth—and felt myself coming back to life.

He gripped my hair tighter, sending delicious tingles skipping over my scalp. They slid down my spine and gathered like electric pulses between my legs. Lost in the dizzying stroke of his tongue, I rolled my hips and writhed against his thick erection, desperate to quench the wild pulse pummeling my clit. But it wasn’t enough.

When I whimpered in frustration, Syd tilted my head back with a hungry snarl and delved deeper, until we were feasting on each other as if this carnal kiss was our last meal.

His possessive, animalistic fury was too much, too overwhelming, too perfect. My skin was growing tighter by the second, aching and throbbing from the flood of demand rising inside me. Afraid of floating away, I clutched Syd’s broad shoulders tighter, fighting the need to grip his cock, spread my legs, and feed each glorious inch into my empty, needy core.

I was on the cusp of going up in flames when Syd released my mouth. After giving my bottom lip a tiny tug, he gently cupped my neck. I dragged my heavy eyes open and peered into his erotic, half-lidded stare. The harsh, hungry need in his dark eyes intensified the cyclone of desire swirling through me, destroying every shred of reason or self-preservation.

“Caris… Oh, sweet Caris.” He whispered my name like a prayer as he softly traced his thumb along my jawline.

His fierce expression belied his tender touch in every way. I knew Syd was harnessing his own basal cravings to drown me in soft, reassuring benevolence.

Tendrils of guilt spiraled through me. Syd wasn’t acting like the self-serving bastard the way I’d painted him all these years. Was he trying to atone for his sins? Or was he only interested in fucking me? I wanted to try and analyze his motives, but the scrape of his thumb across my bottom lip and the feather-soft kisses he peppered along my jaw and down my neck made it impossible to rub two brain cells