Devil's Girl(23)

My heart sped up. "So?"

"How's a man supposed to sleep with a beautiful woman lying in his bed and staring at him?"

"I could do more than stare." My heart raced.

Conflict crossed his face, but his lips twitched, trying not to smile. "Like what?"

Excitement made me tremble all over. "I could touch you," I said. I brushed his abdomen with my fingers, tracing the ink there, relishing in the feel of his warm, smooth skin, his hard muscles. "I could kiss you." Propping myself up on my other elbow, I stretched over him and kissed his collarbone. He inhaled sharply as I left a slow, wet trail up to his shoulder, savoring the taste. "I could make you feel really good," I whispered, letting my hand trail lower from his stomach, reaching the waistband of his boxer-briefs, then even lower over the material, touching the hot tip of his erection, the fabric damp.

Oh, God. I shuddered. The heat between my legs became an insistent, hungry pulse. I'd never wanted a man so badly in my life. Don't scare him off.

"No," he growled, moving fast. He gathered me in close, taking my arms and wrapping them around his back.

"No?" Did he just want to cuddle or something? "We don't have to have sex. I can use my mouth, or we-"

He pulled my leg over his hip and thrust once against me. His cock rubbed right against my pussy, and I gasped, my sentence interrupted.

"No," he said again, "All you're going to do is come for me."

"Are you serious?" The idea was disconcerting. "Why don't you just let me -"

"Stop talking." I clamped my mouth shut. I knew I talked too much. Most of the guys were happy to let me jabber away as long as they were getting off.

But that wasn't what Theo was after at all. "Relax," he said softly. He ran his hands up and down my spine, kneading and massaging my back. His fingers were so warm, his touch just perfect, but I was still tense. Being trapped so close to him, his gentle touch, it was all so much more personal than I was used to or expected.

His mouth found my neck. His lips, soft and hot, kissed their way up my jaw. I shivered. "Relax," he whispered between kisses, inching closer and closer to my mouth. But I felt stiff and frozen. What is wrong with me? I'd wanted him so badly, but it wasn't supposed to go like this.

He kissed me softly, his lips sliding against mine. He didn't go tongue-crazy like so many guys. He made a leisurely exploration, nipping, sucking, leaving me writhing and breathless.

I was panting when he broke the kiss. "We don't have to do this. We can just fuck."

"Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head. "Then shut up."

I felt so small against him. He gathered me closer again, and my breasts were crushed against the hard planes of his chest. Still he stroked my back and arms, until every nerve was hot, every touch leaving a trail of flames through my body. His erection dug into my hip but he showed no sign of wanting to use it yet. He dropped soft kisses on my face, along my cheekbones and forehead. He'd barely touched me anywhere more sensitive aside from that one thrust, but I throbbed with need anyway. He had said he wanted to make me come - I didn't take it seriously at first, but it was looking probable. And he's hardly done anything yet!

I moved my hips to press against him, but he used a leg to hold me back. "Tease," I breathed through our kiss, and his chest rumbled with a deep growl.

“This is a bad idea,” he said. His voice rumbled through my body like thunder. I didn’t even care what he’d just said, I just wanted him. I moved in and kissed him again. Something in him changed; the soft and gentle Theo disappeared. With a sharp breath, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him. He found my tongue with his own, dancing with it, thrusting roughly inside my mouth. With a groan, he tilted his head for a better angle. It felt like he was trying to devour me.

His hand slid down me back and pulled me tight against him. Yes, I thought as he ground his cock against my stomach, Yes, finally. Why the hell was I still in my clothes?

He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my chin, then my neck, sucking and biting, his tongue teasing my heated skin. “Theo,” I whispered.

Abruptly, he withdrew. He pushed me up so I was kneeling. “Strip.” Moving as quickly as I could, I pulled my top up. It wasn’t fast enough for him. He was on me in a second, yanking the fabric roughly over my head and ripping at the button of my pants before the shirt even hit the floor. The pants followed immediately after.

“On your back,” he growled. Again, I couldn’t move fast enough. He grabbed my wrists and smashed them down against the pillows above my head, trapping them together in one hand. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue in my mouth in a flash, thrusting, slow, then hard and rough, a vulgar imitation of sex. My pussy throbbed in anticipation, begging for the same.