Revved (Axle Alley Vipers)(37)
His body shook with the effort to restrain himself, but she didn’t want that, didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted to give him what he needed.
He cursed, then one of his hands thrust into her hair and fisted, tugging her head back. “Stop this. Stop it now, Rusty. Tell me you want to go home, that you don’t want this.”
His eyes were blazing, full of sensual promise. Jesus, he was magnificent, brutal, and on the verge of unleashing all that heat on her.
She should be afraid, should do as he asked. But she’d never been a coward, and despite her born-again-virgin status, she was no wilting flower with tender sensibilities to be protected.
She’d never wanted anything more than the man struggling for control in front of her.
“Reid…” She pressed her hips closer, and a low moan broke past her throat when she felt his massive erection against her belly. Leaning in, she kissed the underside of his jaw, the corner of his mouth. “I want this more than I’ve wanted anything. I’m so wet for you. God, my panties are soaked.”
He snarled like some kind of tormented beast. His arm, still around her, tightened in an unforgiving hold, and the hand in her hair tugged brutally moments before his mouth came down on hers. His tongue invaded, thrusting against hers in a way that said whatever control he’d been hanging onto had snapped. Then she was off the floor, and they were moving.
He tore his mouth away. “Legs around me.”
She did as he said, then they were going upstairs. Reid shoved open the first door they came to and strode in. His mouth was on hers again, then her neck, sucking and nibbling her skin. He put her on her feet and yanked his shirt over his head, exposing the wide, defined expanse of his chest. The ink covering his skin was magnificent. A tribal design wound up one side, over his ribs and pec, thick swirls continuing over his shoulder to join the ink on his neck. The other side was a serpent of some kind that covered his arm and curled over his other shoulder to his back.
Jesus. The man was sex on a stick, and she wanted to lick every inch.
The fine dusting of dark chest hair that narrowed into a very happy trail—bisecting his abs and disappearing below the waistband of his jeans—looked pretty damn good as well.
She licked her lips. Yum.
Then he was on her again, lifting her off the floor to deposit her on the bed. “You ready for this? You ready for what I’m gonna do to you?”
“Yes.” So damn ready she thought she’d explode if he didn’t touch her where she ached for him.
He crawled up over her. “Lift up.” He tugged her shirt over her head, hands immediately going to the fastening of her bra. In seconds it was gone, and her breasts were bared to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips. “Fuck, you have incredible tits. Just like I knew you would.” His hands cupped her flesh, testing their weight. “I’m gonna fuck these spectacular tits sometime soon, mark them, come all over them.”
His voice was rough, low, nothing but gravel, and she felt it like a caress between her thighs. She sucked in a breath. She was no prude, but she hadn’t exactly been in many situations where a man could speak to her that way, and damn, it turned her on, had her squirming beneath him. “Reid, please.”
“You like that idea, Foxy? Like the idea of watching me slide my cock between your tits, blowing all over this smooth, golden skin?” He trailed rough fingers across her collarbone.
She couldn’t speak, could only nod.
He chuckled, dark and low, as he toyed with a nipple, pinching and tugging gently. “Did you play with them, when you got yourself off thinking about me?”
She stared up at him, arching into his hand, wanting more, overwhelmed by him, his words. The effect he had over her body was nothing she’d experienced before, the control he took, control that she was happy to give. He tugged a little harder, and she bit her lip.
“Answer me,” he said in a husky whisper.
The sound of his needy voice sent another rush of liquid heat between her thighs. “Yes.”
He licked his lips. “I like that, baby.”
He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, tormenting it with his tongue and teeth, while his hands squeezed and massaged. His whiskers abraded her skin, the crisp hairs on his chest tickling her belly. One of his hands held her breast in a tight grip, sucking and teasing, while the other moved down over her stomach and got to work on her jeans.
God, she was on fire.
When he got them undone, he gave her one last deep suck and flick of his tongue, then sat back and shucked her pants down her legs. His hands moved up to the sides of her panties, and he tugged them off as well, throwing them to the floor. When he turned back, he took her in, gaze lingering over her breasts, her belly, between her thighs. And that’s where it stayed.