Page 44 of Her Filthy Grump
Fuck.I pull back. One taste is never enough, and two will destroy me.
“I’m not that good of a dancer.” She wobbles on her heels and clutches my side. Thank God I’m not the only one impacted by our chemistry.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” I lead the way to the dancefloor where the other couples sway together to a classic slow song and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing her against my body.
For several seconds, I stand motionless with our bodies plastered together from chest to thigh. Her heart thuds against me while her soft belly cradles my aching cock. “I’ve never wanted anyone with as much desperation as I want you.” I should be running for the hills, but I can’t move.
“Me, too,” she sighs, laces her arms around my neck, and runs her fingernails along my scalp. “Every time you look at me, my skin tightens with need.” She stands on her tiptoes and leans in. “I want your tongue on my clit like your fingers were.”
Holy fuck.My eyes roll back in my head, and I force myself not to drag her behind the restaurant and mount her like a wild animal.
The desire rushing through my veins is the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. Layla’s like a drug and being with her is a high I’m going to chase the rest of my life.
Her eyes dart to the ground. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I growl. No one else in the restaurant exists as I move her body with the music. “You’re perfect. However, I need you to not say another sexy thing until we’re back at your place because if you do, I’m going to fuck you right where we stand. And I’m not looking to get arrested.”
A slow smile curves up to her cheeks until the familiar glow fills her eyes. She bites her bottom lip and rubs her thigh against my aching balls. “I want to suck your hard–”
“Wench.” My mouth captures hers before she can say the word. Either way, I’m doomed. My dick is clamoring to fulfill her fantasy. Luckily, that fucker hasn’t learned how to undo a zipper.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Layla
The second the door to my house is shut, Kameron grabs my thighs and hoists me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths never leave each other as we thrust and lunge our tongues together.
The last note of the song was barely played before he’d paid the bill and dragged me outside to his vehicle. He’d made me promise to stay on my side of the pickup so he could concentrate and not get a ticket. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
His hands massage the flesh of my thighs as he braces me alongside the door. My nipples strain against the fabric of my bra. They feel chaffed and ache for his touch.
I should be scared, or, at the very least, nervous about what we’re about to do, but I’m too excited to worry about any discomfort. The need between my thighs is too strong to ignore as I grind my pelvis against his hard stomach.
“God, I want you so bad,” he growls against my lips. His hands work under my skirt. When he grabs the elastic strap of my panties and it snaps, I gasp. “I’ll buy you a new pair. The last ones got in my way.”
He slides me down his body, drops to his knees, and lifts my skirt. The burning glow in his eyes makes my knees go weak, so I grab his shoulders to keep from falling. “Baby, is this what you want?”
“Yes.” I nod erratically as his mouth moves closer to my sex. The intensity of the moment is enhanced by his eyes never leaving mine. I’ve had someone finger my sex before him, but I’ve never had someone’s mouth on me. My heart bangs in my chest.
When his tongue flicks over my clit, my head thumps against the door, causing the wood to vibrate against my back.Oh, my God.I suck in ragged pants as he repeatedly lashes against my swollen nub.Amazing. Holy cow. This is amazing.I dig my nails into the fabric of his shirt.
“Such a sweet tasting pussy,” he growls and then slips his tongue against the length of my slit. “I love that you’re so wet for me.”
“Gawd.” My eyes roll back in my head. I don’t want him to ever stop. His tongue snakes between my lips and dives into my opening.Sweet heaven. Harder.I whimper and thrust my pelvis at his face.Why did I wait so long?
Why? That’s easy. The other guys I’ve been with were boys. They didn’t have substance. They didn’t look at me the way Kameron does. He’s the most amazing man I’ve ever met. His gruffness is a shield to protect him for all the bad shit in the world, and once he lets his guard down, all the sinful sexiness of the man oozes out, and I’m melting like a puddle of ice cream on a hot day for him.
I want more. I want to take away all the ugliness he’s experienced and show him life can be beautiful. It doesn’t have to be filled with heartbreak and sadness. Sometimes people stay. I want to stay for him.
I grab his face, pull him backward, and stare into his lust-filled eyes. “I want to make love to you.”
He stands to face me. “Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t know where I’ll be in a few months, and I don’t know the first thing about a good, committed relationship. They’ve all blown up in my face.”
“I won’t. You don’t have to make promises you won’t keep. Just give us a shot and see what happens. I don’t have any experience with relationships either. My last boyfriend dumped me when I wouldn’t give it up, but I know about loving relationships that last. Meadow Bay is filled with them, and my parents have been together for thirty years.”
When he doesn’t speak, my heart clamors in my chest. Is he going to leave? Please, don’t go.Instead of begging, I steady my shoulders and wait. This must be his choice.
He slowly raises one side of his mouth into a cocky grin. “Where’s the bedroom?”