Page 55 of Tasting Innocence
Chapter Twenty-One
It’s nearlytwo in the morning, and while some people have left, there’s still plenty of bodies roaming the house, not ready to end the night.
Violet informed Renzo earlier that she would not be his designated driver. She’s currently only on her second cup of beer since she’s not a huge fan of the taste and really hates that it’s not ice cold.
She bumps her knee into mine, giving me a sly smile when I look at her.
“I want to kiss you,” she whispers, turning her head from anyone who might be reading lips. However, I doubt anyone is paying attention. Most everyone is drunk and probably seeing double.
“I want to kiss you too,” I reply huskily. “In more places than one.”
Her teeth sink into her lip. “Let’s go sneak off somewhere real quick.”
My smile grows wide before I glance around, making sure Renzo isn’t nearby. “Jay’s room?”
She makes a face and I remember her catching me in there with Chelsea. Okay, not the best idea.
“Bathroom?” she offers.
“The one upstairs. This one down here gets used too often.”
“Okay. I’ll go first. Meet me in a few.”
I stare after her as her hips sway in a pair of white-washed denim jeans, her white tank top rising just a couple inches, showing off her slim waist.
Waiting a few minutes feels like a few hours as I internally plead for nobody to approach me and keep me occupied for even longer. I slide down from the stool that’s pushed against the wall, and just as I notice my friend, Danny, heading in my direction, I lift a finger. “Hold on, man. I gotta take a piss. I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”
I rush off, taking the steps two at a time. When I get to the bathroom door, I don’t hesitate, I just walk in and close it behind me.
Violet’s eyes meet mine in the reflection of the mirror before she quickly spins around and rushes at me. She flings her arms around my neck and pushes up onto her tiptoes, mashing her lips against mine.
I wrap my arms around her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as we both moan, relieved to finally be able to touch after hours of trying to keep our hands and mouths to ourselves.
Her hands find their way under my shirt, traversing the ridges of my abs as my hands drop to cup her ass, bringing her closer to me.
“Christ, Vi,” I breathe, trailing kisses along her jaw and down to her neck. “I don’t know how I managed to keep my hands off you.”
“I love your hands on me,” she pants, tugging on my hair.
In a quick movement, I lift her up off her feet and place her on the counter next to the sink. Stepping between her legs, I let my hand run up her throat before grabbing her jaw and leaning in for a kiss.
She claws at my back as my hand travels under her shirt, cupping her breasts. Like people deprived of food and water, we devour each other like it’s the only thing that’ll keep us alive. I bunch her shirt up above her tits, yanking down on her bra, so I can suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she cries, dropping her head back and digging her nails into my skin.
She kisses my neck while I push my erection into her center, and her legs wrap around me, keeping me close.
“Dex,” she whimpers. “I’m...oh God.”
“What, baby? Say it.”
“I’m so wet.” She sounds embarrassed at the admission, but I fucking love it.
“Let me taste it.”
A moan and lip bite is her only response, so I tug her off the counter and undo her jeans, waiting to see if she’ll stop me. Instead, she stares at me with hooded eyes and gives me a slight nod. I pull the denim, along with her panties, down her legs, removing the material from one leg to allow for movement.
I stay on my knees in front of her, my tongue sliding up her slit, tasting her arousal before I circle her clit.