Page 57 of Heated (Burned, Inc.)
Shifting, I rub my lips firmer against his jaw, my tongue peeking out to lick. That fist tightens, and fire dances across my scalp. In retaliation, I bring my teeth into play. Grazing. Nipping.
His harsh breath punctuates the room, and only his fingers move, flexing and straightening in my hair.
“More?” he asks, voice no longer smooth but churned-up gravel.
“Yes,” I say against his skin.
There’s no hesitation now. Not here, with the sweet narcotic of his arms around me, of his catering to me, of his giving me control by shouldering it. For seeing me in a way no one has bothered to take the time to do.
So yes. I need so much more of him.
“You sure?” He tips his head down, at the same time using his grip to pull mine back so our mouths are inches apart. My heart pounds against my chest. So hard I can barely hear his question. So I read his lips. Those full, cruel, beautiful lips. “This what you need? If it is, I’ll give it to you.”
He’d been listening at lunch because he’s returning my words to me.
A man who listens.
I could fucking orgasm from that alone.
“More,” I whisper.
He doesn’t ask me again.
That mouth descends on mine and changes my world. Changes me.
This time I don’t lock down my moan. I let it go. And I go with it. One of his arms wraps around my waist while the other rises, his hand cupping my chin, tilting it, holding me steady as he takes my mouth, fucks it, corrupts it.
That lastYou sure?was the last permission he requested. His tongue dives between my lips like my mouth belongs to him and he just returned to reclaim what was his. Over and over, tangling, twisting, and sucking. He sweeps in, leaving no part of me a stranger to him. And I open wide for him. Offer myself up for him. Because this pleasure he’s giving me ...oh my God.This kiss is better than all the sex I’ve ever had. Dirtier too. All due to the things this man can do with his tongue. He’s gifted.
I circle his wrist, hold on, and let him drown me. He doesn’t hesitate to take me under again. And again. With each lick, suck, bite, I’m lost, and I don’t want to be found.
In one instant I’m drenched in passion, and in the next, I’m shivering in the abrupt abandonment of his mouth and whimper in disappointment.
“Dammit.” His rumble vibrates against the corners of my lips, and his grip on my curls tightens before loosening. “This isn’t why I came here, baby.”
Baby.
I close my eyes, letting that roughly spoken, sexy-as-hell endearment caress me. Stroke over my nipples. Circle my clit. My body stiffens and melts at the same time. But then his words penetrate. This—holding me, kissing me, blowing my mind with unprecedented pleasure—isn’t why he’s here.
In other words, mistake. This is a mistake.I’ma mistake.
Goddammit.When am I ever going to learn? Especially when it comes to this man?
The hand that I just used to grab ahold of him I now use to push at his arm. After sitting up, I shift away, inserting space between us, until his powerful frame no longer aligns with mine. Until his scent no longer embraces me.
“Sorry.” My mouth tingles, feels swollen, sore, and it requires every bit of my control and pride not to brush my fingers across my lips. “That shouldn’t ha—”
“Don’t say another fucking word, Zora,” Cyrus snaps.
I jerk my head in his direction, not a fan of his choice of words or his tone.
“Excuse you?”
“I’m beginning to get an idea where the roots of that disproportionate reaction came from.” Before I can reply with what he can do with his “idea,” he moves from one breath to the next, closing the space I injected between us. And my chin is recaptured in one of his hands while the other grips the back of the couch, and his body borders my front. “Look at me, and listen to me. Don’t get in your head, and for fuck’s sake, don’t listen to whatever demons you got stalking you. I meant what I said. I didn’t come over here for that kiss, to finally get my mouth on you. But I damn sure don’t regret it.”
Finally get my mouth on you.
Finally?
