Rule's Addiction(26)

He didn’t bother to answer. His head swooped down, he nipped at her bottom lip and then forced his tongue inside her mouth, just as he began swirling his finger around her clit again. A low growl of vibration started coming from deep in his chest as he crowded her back against the wall while spreading her legs apart, pushing his lower body between them.

Maria’s head began swimming again just as a new burst of damp heat flooded the juncture of her legs. How could he piss her off so badly and make her feel like this all at the same time? She was beyond excited, if this went on for much longer, she’d be in danger of climaxing, right here in the stairwell.

Abruptly, he lifted his head, his mouth coming off hers. She opened her eyes and found him staring down at her, his nostrils flaring. “And what about this goddamn dress?”

“What?” she asked, disoriented.

“I’ve never seen it before,” he stated with a stroke of censure before switching gears on her. “Who the fuck was the dude, Maria?”

Dress? Dude? What was he talking about? “What dude?”

At her question, he growled in warning and his finger slid down and found her wet opening. Her heart went haywire and she tried with everything she had not to push forward, her traitorous body searching for some degree of satisfaction.

He plunged inside without warning. She let out a semi-startled moan and heard him groan at the same time. His forehead fell to hers as he swirled his finger inside. She gave up; she pushed against him, adjusting her leg just a tiny bit. Ahh. . . there. Oh, God, that was it, that was the place.

But he wasn’t through questioning her yet. “The dude in the ballroom. The motherfucker who had his arm around you.”

“No. . . nobody,” she panted, unable to think of anything but the magic his fingers were creating.

“Don’t give me that shit. You feel me inside, baby?” He pushed harder, swirled in a larger circle around her inner walls, making her entire body short-circuit. “Let me explain it to you,” he growled. “Nobody puts their fucking hands on you again, understand me?”

Christ. The guy was a maniac. “You . . . no. . . you can’t tell me what to do.”

“No? I think I fucking can. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. You’re not going to have much of a goddamn choice.” With that, his lips fell back to hers and anything else she might have said was silenced by his mouth on hers.

Maria was swamped on all fronts by basic, sexual need. Under the onslaught of his mouth, teeth and tongue, she could barely breathe. She became light-headed, and all the feeling in her body seemed to dive and circulate around a pulse-point between her thighs. He added a second finger to the first, and the impact was electrifying. His thumb rubbed against her clit, and she was aware of the bulge of his erection pushing into the fabric of her dress, pressing so hard that his belt buckle began pinching into her.

It should have hurt, it would have hurt if she hadn’t been so far gone. If anyone walked in on them . . .but all she could focus on was his incredible scent . . . he smelled so good. Tantalizing . . . addictive . . . her hormones were going crazy. She felt as if she’d never recover from this one sexual encounter for the rest of her life to be able to enjoy anything else. Ever. Her brain splintered in two with the thought and as she felt him push against her, with his fingers, his lips, his tongue, she began splintering in two for real as she began falling over the edge.

She heard whimpers in the background, a noise that turned into a wail, and then she was blinded on all sides as ecstasy swamped her senses. Cataclysmic heat ran down her veins and centered at the intimate place where they were connected.

As soon as she began breathing again, Garrett ripped his mouth away from hers. Holding her pressed against the wall with his torso, he removed his hand from her and immediately went to work unfastening the enclosure on his pants.

Danger signs began lighting up inside her head. They were blinking as if she were on a road leading to a dark cliff that she couldn’t see, but that she knew was there. Undoubtedly, she’d end up somewhere where she’d crash and burn. “Garrett, no.”

She pushed against him, her sudden about-face taking him by surprise and allowing her to pull away from him so she stood just beyond his reach. His hands stilled on his pants as the look of a dangerous animal crossed his features. “No?”

She began shaking her head and backing away, not even looking or realizing where she was going.

His hand shot out and grabbed her arm, forcibly pulling her into his chest and away from the steps behind her. Her heart began hammering at what she’d almost done, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to cry.