Page 33 of Kiss & Collide (Racing Hearts #2)
She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed back.
He released her and fell back on the chair, watching her avidly.
Then she reached down between them and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes dropped to watch her hands as she popped each button of the button fly.
He was so hard already, the ridge of his cock, covered by the black knit of his boxer briefs, pushing up through the opening.
When she ran the flat of her palm down the length, he sucked in a breath.
She ran her hand back up him, and up under the hem of his T-shirt, brushing against the hard ridges of his abdomen.
His muscles twitched and flexed under her fingertips.
Then she slipped her hand under the waistband of his briefs and down to grasp the warm, silky length of him.
“Violet …” he murmured.
“Shhh.” She stroked him once, then again harder. He shifted in the chair, arching to give her better access. But this wasn’t enough. Or, it wasn’t what she really wanted. She gave him one more tug, pulling him free of his clothes, and then pushed herself off his lap.
His hooded dark eyes stared down at her as she knelt between his feet, stroking his cock with one hand while she tugged his jeans out of the way with the other.
His hand came up to brush against her cheekbone. “Baby …” he moaned. The term of endearment sent a tiny jolt through her body. It was the second time he’d called her that.
“Baby,” he said again, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. “I want to feel your pretty mouth on me.”
Maybe she wasn’t ready to tell him what she was feeling, because she wasn’t sure herself yet, but she could show him. She was good at showing. She leaned in, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
“Ah …” The sound was wrenched out of him as she slid him farther in, as deep as she could take him. “Fuck, Violet.”
She sucked hard, reveling at the sound he made, at the way his hard body arched up underneath her. His hand tangled into the hair at the back of her head, so gently at first, but gradually tightening into a fist as she worked him with long, slow strokes.
“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered. “Baby, I’m going to come.”
She tightened the hand she had braced on his thigh, to let him know that she wanted him to, and took him as deep as she could again. His hips flexed and a long, guttural groan ripped from his chest as he pressed his head against the back of the chair.
When he’d gone slack underneath her, she let him slide out of her mouth and she sat back, running a finger under her lips to clean up.
He lifted his head to look down at her. “That was fucking amazing.”
Before she could reply, he stood up abruptly. She fell back, and he leaned down, his hands closing around her upper arms. He pulled her to her feet, turned them both around, and pushed her back into the chair he’d just left.
He grabbed her calves, spread her legs, and draped them over the arms of the chair. “Don’t move,” he ordered. Then he was the one dropping to his knees. She was already wet, but seeing him kneeling between her spread thighs sent heat licking through her.
He ran his palms from her knees up the insides of her thighs, the rough scrape of his skin setting every nerve ending along the way on fire.
“Eyes here,” he ordered softly, and she looked back at him.
“So bossy,” she murmured.
He cracked a smile, that wicked, crooked grin of his that had always been her secret weakness. “I know you like it.”
That was her secret, too, one he’d figured out from the start. She did like it, but only for him. Only with him.
As she was busy getting lost in his dark eyes and inky long lashes, he slid two fingers into her, forcing a gasp out of her.
“So ready,” he said, pumping gently. His other hand slid up over her stomach, cupping her breast and flicking her nipple.
“Mmmm,” was all the reply she could manage. Her head tipped back against the back of the chair and her eyes started to close.
“Eyes on me,” he reminded her.
It felt vulnerable, looking into his eyes as he did this to her. She usually avoided looking directly at him when they were together, she realized. In those moments when he was physically taking her apart, it felt like too much, to let him see in her eyes what he was doing to her.
It was still hard, still scary, but she made herself look back, even when he lowered his mouth to her. The second his tongue licked across her clit, she moaned and nearly closed her eyes again.
“Eyes open,” he murmured, right against her, and she felt the vibration as much as she heard him. He put his mouth back on her, stroking and sucking, until her thighs started to tremble and her fingers were curling into claws, her nails cutting into the arms of the chair.
“Please,” she murmured, almost mindless with the need to come. His dark eyes softened as he gazed up her body, never stopping what he was doing with his mouth, with his hands.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered against her most sensitive skin. One more pass of his tongue was all it took. She came, her whole body shaking and trembling, and finally her eyes slid closed as the wave of pleasure rocketed through her. She slumped down in the chair, boneless with her release.
She felt him move, standing up, sliding her legs back together. She opened her eyes in time to see him whip his T-shirt off over his head, marveling in the gorgeous ripples of his abdomen as he turned and tossed it away. He bent down, sliding one arm under her knees and the other behind her back.
She reached for his broad, solid shoulders to steady herself. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed so I can finish this,” he said as he carried her across the room.
She wasn’t sure what they were doing anymore, or how she felt about it, but as she rested her head against his shoulder, she knew she didn’t want it to end.