Page 24 of Tasting Innocence
Chapter Eight
“Violet.”Her name is a warning on my lips. “If you come any closer I may not be able to stop myself from kissing you.”
She angles her head up, piercing me with her eyes. “I want you to kiss me.”
Her hand comes up, hovering between us before she decides to place her palm on my stomach. With her fingers splayed, she presses against my muscles before allowing her hand to travel to my hip.
I stare down at her beautiful face, her green eyes still bright even in the darkness, and her blond hair billowing behind her with a warm breeze.
“Renzo will kill me.”
She gets even closer, leaving no space between us. “I’ll kill you if you don’t kiss me right now.”
My resolve breaks. Any willpower I had floats off with the wind, and I reach out and cradle the back of her head with my hand and angle my head down until my lips brush against hers.
Her hands travel up my back as my free arm wraps around her waist. When my tongue slides across the seam of her lips, she gasps before she releases a moan that makes my cock twitch.
My tongue dances with hers, tasting hints of cinnamon. My pulse picks up, desire licking up my spine as the need to be inside her grows stronger.
I grind against her and I know she can feel how turned on I am by the moan she releases into my mouth. It’s wanton and sinful, and I yearn to hear what other noises she makes.
Soon, we’re both breathing heavily, pulling apart to gasp for air before attacking each other again. My hands move to cradle her face while her hands find their way under my shirt, exploring the ridges of my abdomen.
Before I’m about to throw her onto the ground and strip her of her clothes, I pull away. She looks at me with a hooded, lustful gaze, her lips red and swollen.
“Well,” she says breathily, touching her fingers to her lips.
“Worth the wait,” I say, turning my back to her so I can adjust myself.
She giggles. “I agree.” When I spin back around, her eyes travel to my crotch.
“You’re dangerous,” I say with a crooked smile.
“Me?” she feigns innocence, batting her eyelashes.
“You make me want to do...terrible things.”
“Terrible?”
“In the best way.”
“Then they’re probably not so terrible.”
I shove my hands in my pockets. “I’m not so sure. I shouldn’t want you the way I do. If you knew the things I’ve thought about.”
She bites down on her lip. “Tell me.”
I chuckle. “Not yet. You only know me as Renzo’s friend, and I’m afraid you’re in the dark about how I really am. I might scare you away.”
Violet’s face shifts, her hand going to her hip. “You think I’m some innocent baby who can’t handle your dirty thoughts?”
I smirk. “I didn’t say that.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I know how you are, Dex. I’ve overheard plenty of your conversations with my brother. And you think Zo censors himself around me? Please. I’ve heard it all.”
“Have you?” I question, stepping into her space. She swallows and goes to take a step back before standing her ground and holding my gaze. “Has anyone told you they’ve fantasized about watching their cock slip between your lips and into your mouth?” She wets her lips but doesn’t answer, just a series of quick blinks follow. “Have you heard someone say they want to lay you across a table and eat your pussy like it’s a meal?” Her knee presses against the other as she squirms, trying to hold her ground. I put my foot between hers, our thighs touching as I allow my lips to brush against the shell of her ear. “What about this? Has anyone told you they want to fuck you so deep and hard that you forget how to speak coherently?”
Violet shivers, but remains speechless. A noise from the direction of the house brings me back to my senses.