Twisted - Esme Devlin Page 0,51
releases my lip with a pop and draws back, but I still feel his warm breath. My hands reach up to his shoulders, curiosity winning. He really is hot to the touch.
He sighs as I trail my hands across his shoulders and down his biceps. He has the body of a man who doesn’t just shoot people. No. He could kill with those arms.
The thought of it does something strange to my body. I become even more nervous, my heart thudding in my chest. My stomach feels like it’s about to sink into the mattress.
He leans down again, this time to trail kisses up my neck. My back arches into him of its own accord. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. Is this how it always is?
This is all so new to me. Everything he’s done with my body this far has been new. Surprising.
I realize it might not be fear that has my pulse racing. Maybe it’s excitement. Those kisses trail along my jaw. The hand takes a hold of my hip, massaging it under his fingers.
He’s being gentle with me.
His threats and mind games seem a million miles away as he hovers over my lips.
Three times he’s touched me with his lips. Each of them has been a hint. A suggestion. An opportunity for me to respond.
Realization dawns, and I feel it like a warmth in my belly. He’s trying to make this easier for me. For the first time since we both set eyes on each other, he is helping me win.
My lips part. I don’t even know if he can see them, but he’ll feel it. We’re breathing in the same air. My hands slide over his hard body, tracing his neck and running through his hair.
I pull him closer. Just an inch. Just to see if he’ll take the rest.
“You don’t even understand how wonderful that feels,” he whispers, sighing slightly. “To have you want me. Even if it’s pretend.”
“I… I’m not. It’s not—”
“Shh.” He hushes me. His hands cup the sides of my head. “You don’t need to lie to me, sweet girl. Sometimes, silence is kinder than lies. Just let me have this.”
I pull his head down that final inch. I want it, but I get the sense Baron needs it.
He moans, a low, throaty sound as I take him in. All of him. As I let him explore.
His hands on my head are hard and possessive, but his mouth is so soft it almost aches. This isn’t what I expected. It’s so far from what I expected, it’s knocking me off balance.
He pulls back and lets out a sigh. My breath, when it comes, is hot and heavy. I forgot to breathe. Yet again, I’m left wondering if that was it… it almost seems too easy. And I almost feel disappointed.
If I could have one thing right now, it would be to see his face. If I could have a second thing, it would be for him to kiss me like the man I’ve come to know. Like he’s inside my head with a lit firework.
He can’t leave me like this.
I pull him down again, and this time I kiss him like I’m hungry. Like he is the air and I’m starved for breath.
My fingers twist in his hair at the top of his head where it grows longer.
His hands slide under my body, pulling me into him while he devours my mouth.
He breaks the kiss to let us gasp for air, and my whole body shudders as he tilts my hips toward him. His stomach is bare against my inner thighs. He pushes against me.
Once.
Twice.
The third time, I’m pushing against him, too. It’s the most achingly satisfying sensation. More intense than my dance when he was clothed. This time, I can feel my own wetness as he slides against me.
His mouth covers my neck in hot kisses. I turn my head away from him while my fingers dig into his shoulders, trying desperately to find something to hold on to. All the while, the rhythm we’ve created never stops. It just keeps getting worse. Better. I don’t know—more desperate.
My legs wrap around his waist, forcing him closer. It feels like I’m in a race, and if either of us stops then I’ll lose.
“How does it feel to win against me, sweet girl?” he murmurs under his breath between hot kisses.
“It’s… It’s not awful.”
He chuckles, a low rumble in his throat as he moves toward my ear. His hands