Page 34 of They Call Me Wicked
“Because Iadumbledoreyou!”
“Okay, that was a good one! I’ve got another! The word of the day is legs.” He struggles not to laugh as he continues. “Let’s go back to your place and spread the word.”
I can’t help the giggle that leaves my throat. “I like it! But this one is better.” I find myself leaning in closer towards Kai until my chest brushes against him. “I’d take you to the movies, but I can’t. They don’t let you bring in your own snacks.”
Kai doesn’t move away. Instead, he presses in closer–so close we’re almost flush–as his voice lowers to a husky bedroom tone. “There’s only one reason I would ever kick you out of my bed.”
“Wh-why’s that?” I bite my lip as his face moves to my neck, the heat tickling my ear as his hand finds my hair.
“To fuck you on the floor, of course.”
The air becomes electrified as his hand snakes into my hair, grabbing a fist full and tugging slightly. I would moan if I could, but my mouth seems to have gone dryer than my humor.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Kai whispers, his hips pressing into me as his other hand finds my waist.
I can’t.
I wouldn’t, even if I could.
The hand in my hair trails down to my neck, his fingers dancing over my pulse before finding my sunglasses. I don’t even stop him as he removes my stalker’s gift and deposits them somewhere in the room, and I definitely don’t stop him as his other hand starts exploring to find the hem of my very cheesy Star Wars shirt. The second his fingers make contact with my stomach, goosebumps surface, spreading over my skin like wildfire.
“What is it about you?” He questions, but I don’t think he’s looking for an answer. Not really.
My legs hit the surface of my bed, and before I even realize we’re moving, he follows me down until I’m lying on my back with him hovering above me. In the back of my mind, I know this is probably a very bad idea. Like astronomically wrong in so many ways.
Where did my self control go? Did I ever have any?
It’s Kai-fucking-Zhao, the department’s biggest man-whore.
But maybe that’s what I need. Someone who sets me aflame, but doesn’t want commitment. Someone who can give me what I need without dropping their baggage on me. Someone who has never felt an ounce of pity for me, justneed.
With that, I give in.
Latching my hands onto his shirt, I pull him closer, angling my head up towards his. Peering down at me, lust flares in his aura only seconds before his lips meet mine in a savage display of desire. It isn’t nice. It isn’t sweet. It’s pure…sex.
His lips are softer than I expected, yet they move as expertly as predicted, leading mine exactly where he wants them to go. I follow willingly, my mouth opening to allow him entry, letting myself succumb to the man.
His hands lift me effortlessly without breaking our kiss, pushing me further onto the bed as he shoves his way between my legs. His movements are forceful, yet gentle, as he finds the hem of my shirt once more and snakes his hand underneath. Pushing under the edge of my bra, he growls as my body trembles beneath his touch.
I find my voice as his fingers find my nipple, moaning into our kiss as he pinches it and twists to a delicious degree, my pussy pulsing in reaction to the sensual torment he’s inflicting upon me.
“Hmm…you like that. What else do you like, Wicked Girl?” He breaks our kiss, desire pulsing from his aura and pressing into mine so forcefully that I have no idea where his ends and mine begins.
Did I just whimper?
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you make me.” His voice is husky, thick with lust, and my body seems to hum with the tone of it.
His movements are determined, charged with the electricity zipping between us, as he pulls my shirt from my form, followed quickly by my bra, leggings, and underwear.
“Fuck,” Kai grunts triumphantly as my body is completely bared to him, his tone more than satisfied with what I have to offer. I really wish I could see him too. “Wicked Girl, you do know how absolutely…exquisite you are, don’t you?”
“Big word, K-” I try to tease, but his teeth find my nipple and a moan replaces the words in my throat.
“Shhh. You’ve got to be quiet. We don’t want to wake everyone up, do we?” His tongue teases at my peaks before he blows softly, turning the wetness he left behind into an icy blast. If my nipples weren’t already harder than diamonds, they definitely are now.
Then he’s gone.
“Wha- Where are you going?” My voice is shaky, unsteady, and showing every bit of the heady desire built up within me. He says nothing, but I hear his shuffling movement in the room and I try to track the sound to find out what he’s doing.