Page 72 of A Stop in Time
Regardless of whether it was the best sex I’ve ever had. Not that I plan on admitting that to him. His arrogance already knows no bounds.
Adopting a patronizing tone, I pat his chest and do my best to ignore how deliciously firm his pectorals are. “I get that you’re used to telling people what to do, but that doesn’t work outside of your little gang world.”
If my hand lingers another moment, it’s only because I’m tired. I’m not at all copping an extra feel.
Green eyes hold mine, and one edge of his mouth upticks. “You like touchin’ me?”
“What?” I make a face. “No.”
His eyes drop briefly to where my hand still rests over his chest before he raises a pointed brow. I drop my hand as if I’ve just touched an open flame.
I attempt to step back, but he won’t relinquish his hold on me. Instead, he tugs me impossibly close, our bodies flush against one another, and I’m instantly bombarded by the sensation of a million tiny electrifying pinpricks along my skin.
“Again with the manhandling.” Damn my voice for sounding as breathless as it is. It’s only because he’s nearly crushing my lungs, that’s all.
Intense heat flashes in his gaze. “I think you like it.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Danny.”
He ducks his head, bringing our faces closer, and my breath lodges in my throat. His voice is a dark, edgy rumble that skates over my skin in a unique caress. “It’s Daniel.” His hot breath dances across my lips.
“Don’t ca—” His lips cut off my response, and I’m torn between surprise and an inherent sense of rightness from his kiss.
Instead of marauding, his kiss is tender with an underlying needy urgency. He’s holding back, and I hate it. I don’t want restrained. I know this is stupid as hell, but I’m drawn to this man unlike any other.
My hands fly to his hair, my fingers twining through the lengthier part, and he groans against my mouth.
He lifts me in his arms, then his quick strides carry me over to the car to set me on it. It’s as though something’s unleashed inside him, that he recognizes the pull between us and is giving in right along with me.
One hand winds my ponytail around his fist, and he uses this to steer my head and deepen the kiss. When his tongue dives inside, I wrap my legs around him, dying to get even closer.
Even through the fabric of his pants and my jeans, the unyielding rigid length of his arousal makes its presence known when he rocks against me. Wetness surges to my core at the memory of how he felt inside me, how it felt to ride his cock.
When he drags his lips from mine only to trace a path over my cheek and jawline, I force out the words obstinately. “This doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Mmm.” The sound vibrates against my skin, eliciting a shiver. He moves to my earlobe, his teeth capturing it gently. “Okay, liar.” His voice is low, gravelly, blanketed with lust.
I turn my head, forcing his mouth to meet mine again. Pleasure courses through my veins as our lips fuse, the kiss more frantic now.
When I twine my arms around his neck, a deep rumble emanates from his chest and a hot, needy tug pulls deep inside me. I’m lost to a haze of arousal when his fingers work at my jeans, shoving them down my hips with my panties.
“Gonna tongue-fuck this pussy.” His words are guttural, his tone intermixed with desperation and determination, and it has wetness clinging between my thighs. “Don’t know why I gotta taste you again so fuckin’ bad, but I do.”
He practically tears off my boots, removing my jeans and underwear to leave me bare from the waist down. Before logic can break through, he hikes up both my legs, planting my feet on the car’s trunk, forcing me to lean back on my elbows.
Skimming the pad of his callused thumb along my wet entrance, his mouth parts on a hoarse, “Fuck,” his eyes turning molten.
He lowers his head and drags his tongue through my wetness. I collapse back on the car, but my eyes are locked on him while he licks me.
“You gonna watch me devour this pussy?” Those hoarsely spoken words border on a taunt, but when he spears his tongue inside me, I’m rendered both breathless and speechless.
My hands fist against the car’s smooth surface, and he groans, his thumbs spreading me apart. His hot breath dances over my sensitive flesh. “Look at that pretty clit just beggin’ me to give it a little suck.”
When a whimper escapes me, his eyes gleam with satisfaction. “Gonna have to say it.”
My tone is grating, my aggravation evident. “What?”
“You want me to do this?” He fastens his lips around my clit and creates a suction that has my body bowing, my mouth going slack with a soundless gasp. All too quickly, he releases it, and I collapse, my eyes falling closed, chest rising and falling like I’ve run a marathon.