He kept staring at her mouth, his look suddenly morphing from annoyance into a ravenous golden-eyed wolf, and it made her lungs have to work overtime to get some air in.
Her voice was a cottony whisper. “I’m not buying you don’t like kissing, Graves. Maybe you just don’t like the girls you’re with too much. But I’m not one of them…”
He stared at her lips like now that she’d dared him to kiss her he couldn’t think of anything else, or look at anything else, but her lips. When he spoke, she could hardly make out what he said, his words were so terse. “Do I have your word you’re going to go home right after? No pit stops. No bullshit.”
Her nipples beaded when he took a step, and she realized he was going to actually bite the bait. Oh, God, what if he didn’t like kissing her, either? Oh, God, he was going to kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her.
She nodded wildly. “You have my word.” She breathed, savoring his lips, beautiful lips, already tasting them in her mind. “But you have to make it a good one, not a stupid little peck…”
A silence stretched unbearably as he slowly, painfully slowly, backed her toward the door. Her pulse raced. She licked her lips. Her breasts pricked and a pool of liquid heat gushed between her legs. Her mind was screaming to please be kissed, please, please, kissed by Graves.
“All right.” He stopped when her back was flattened against the door. When he leaned forward, his manly smell spun around her senses in a tornado.
She sucked in a shaky breath as his big, dry hands slid in a silken line up her bare arms, stroking her gently. Their eyes locked, then she saw him once more stare at her lips with an incredibly famished look. His head ducked toward hers.
“Graves,” she whispered, her heart jumping, disbelieving this could be happening. The suspense was killing her, gnawing away at her confidence. And the desire … it was eating her up alive.
“Open your mouth.” His breathing deepened as he framed her face between his hands, his incredibly large erection pressing hard and rigid against her stomach.
“Please…” she said, tilting her head up, her hands flat against the door behind her for support. Their noses brushed as he lowered his head, and then Graves dropped his head even farther and dipped the tip of his tongue into the dimple in her chin.
Electricity sizzled through her, and she gasped.
Graves lifted his head, his golden eyes gleaming in the light. Then he slowly ducked and repeated the motion, only this time, the lick went a little higher, from her dimple to the lower fringe of her bottom lip. She tensed and mewed with expectation, and whispered, “Kiss me.”
“Shh. I’m getting there.” He scraped his plush lips across hers in a slow, teasing way, like he was getting to know the feel of them. Lava coursed through her veins, her legs turning watery. Then he did it again, brushing across her, lip to lip, side to side.
A shudder rushed through her, and her cunt clenched with need. She was so wet she could feel it soaking down her thigh. Graves’s scent intoxicated her, his nearness, the sensual scrape of his lips, and Chloe parted her lips and snuck out her tongue because she was going to melt into a puddle of want if he didn’t kiss her now. Graves. The only man she’d ever, ever wanted.
But Graves drew back when she tried to lick his mouth. He smiled teasingly down at her, then bent and seized her bottom lip between his teeth and took a slow, sensual bite. She gasped at the friction of his teeth on her flesh and squirmed restlessly against him, the pleasure unbearable, shooting arrows of bliss straight to her core.
He drew back and spoke, thickly, as he pushed his thumb into her mouth so that she suckled it. “Your mouth is so damned hot the rest of me is jealous, Chloe. Is this how you plan to suck my tongue when I give it to you?”
The guttural way he spoke to her was so sexy, so arousing, she started trembling. “Graves … stop delaying,” she gasped, her eyes drifting shut for one tiny second. “I want you so much. Please let me taste you.”
His thick-lashed eyes set her on fire as ecstasy tightened his face muscles. He lowered his head and licked hotly into her mouth, then withdrew, and before he licked into her mouth again, he murmured, “If you want my tongue, then give me yours.”
She anxiously pushed her tongue into his mouth and shuddered when their damp heats collided, his taste invading her, tormenting her. She felt him tense against her, his erection growing an extra inch against her stomach, and he groaned as his hips began to sinuously pump her against the door.
They went wild, like teenagers on their first kiss, their mouths slanting, him growling low and deep, her moaning helplessly. He turned his head and took her mouth, suckled her, and she feasted on him, her hands automatically going to his chest.