“What’s nice?” I squeaked out.
“All this innocent beauty is for me and only me.” He licked at the line of my throat, then placed soft, wet kisses just beneath the edge of my jaw line, turning me on something fierce.
Never, ever had I been this aroused and it was all because of a stranger, a hot stranger, a hot, hung stranger, rubbing his lips on my throat. Yeah, I’d felt the electricity between us at the club, but I had no idea it would be this intense. I was a slave to my hormones, trying to resist the urge to wiggle beneath his wonderful mouth. I swear I was within shouting distance of having an orgasm, something of a miracle because it took me forever to get off on my own. I just hadn’t found a man that my body seemed to want yet—well, until now—and these were not the ideal circumstances.
Holy crap, did I want this guy. With his lips against my pulse, then a hint of a wet, velvety tongue licking over me, I didn’t even give a shit that he’d kidnapped me. For whatever reason, I just knew he wouldn’t hurt me. My hormones had officially made me a dumbass.
“You smell so good.” He took a deep breath and let it out with a groan.
“Name,” I whispered. “I need to know your name.”
“Smoke,” he said in a low voice, and I sighed at how damn good his teeth felt gently scraping over my throat.
“Smoke, I like that. My name’s Swan.”
He laughed, a hot puff of air against my sensitive skin. “I know.”
Moving slowly, he began to kiss up my throat to my lips and I really, really wanted to kiss him. While his mouth was busy seducing me, he began to stroke my waist with his big hands, my skin warming until I burned for him. I swore I could almost smell my arousal in the air and when his lips brushed mine I moaned in a most wanton manner. Smoke grinned and rubbed his mouth over my lips, gentling me, somehow calming me despite the fact that the sexiest guy in the world was kissing me in the middle of a dingy basement. I’d never had a man turn me on like that and I was almost helpless against him, unable to think past the way he was making me feel.
“Knew you were meant for me,” he whispered against my skin. “Knew it the second I saw you that it would be amazing between us. But I had no idea how fucking good you would feel, how well you’d respond for me.” His breath came out in a low rush. “Unfortunately, this is not the time or the place, but there is no fucking way I’m not getting a taste.”
When his tongue brushed over my lips I opened for him and he grasped my breasts with both hands then squeezed gently. I moaned into his mouth and arched into his touch. It almost felt like he was touching my needy pussy when he handled my breasts like that.
“Baby,” he groaned. “You taste like sugar. Can’t wait to have your pussy melting on my tongue.”
My pelvis bucked up seemingly of its own accord while he continued to massage my breasts, slowly working his fingers to the tips. It felt so sinfully, deliciously, exquisitely pleasurable that he tore me apart. I was making incoherent pleas against his lips, begging him for more, letting him know how much this was turning me on. He responded by kissing me harder and when he pinched both of my nipples at the same time I cried out into his mouth. The low, growling noise he made in return had to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and my arousal was so abundant that the cloth of my panties slid over my swollen sex.
“God, Smoke, don’t stop. That feels so good. I want more.”
“More of what, baby?”
I didn’t like the smug, teasing tone of his voice so I leaned forward, licking his lips and enjoying their flavor before I pulled back and said, “More of this. More of you. I love the way you taste and how you make me feel.”
A hard shudder went through him and he froze. “And how do I make you feel?”
“Like I’m going to die if you don’t make me come. Please. My pussy hurts.”
He abruptly broke our kiss, but cupped my breasts and rubbed his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. “Fuck me, a dirty talking virgin with a body built for sin. Swan, what are you doing to me? I know this isn’t the fucking time or place, but damn, babe, I can’t keep my hands off of you. You’ve fucking enchanted me or some shit.”
I blinked at him, trying to think past what he was doing to my body, but it was hard. I shivered with need, my muscles tensing to the point of shaking. He frowned a little bit and released my breasts. “You okay, baby?”
“I want to come,” I whispered, totally embarrassed but certain I was going to die of a stroke if he didn’t finish me off.
I’ve wanted to feel something like this my whole life, to be swept away by a man, to lose myself in him. It was amazing and I craved more. I didn’t care who he was, or where we were, I just wanted him to make this terrible tension in my body go away. Everything, the kidnapping, my sister’s weird phone call, waking up in a basement out of a horror movie, all ceased to matter; my libido was firmly running the show. I reveled in the ability to lose myself in my body, in the amazing sensations flowing through me.