Page 64 of Sweet Deception

I draw back a moment later because I know I’m insane, but when I see her staring at me, just as wild-eyed and into it, I snap the laptop closed and slide it onto the coffee table without taking my eyes from hers.

She licks her lips and whispers, “Why’d you do that?”

“It was in my way.”

“No, why…” Her eyelashes flutter as her eyes flit around rapidly, like she’s searching for the words. “Why’d you kiss me?”

My mouth falls open, but no explanation tumbles out. Instead, my body’s already moving us until she’s reclined on the sofa and I’m on top of her.

“No more questions.” I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue. My nose tucks tight beside hers as our lips mix and mingle, her hands venturing over my shoulders, around my neck, and knotting into my hair.

It’s not long before her thighs spread wide and those spectacular legs fold around my waist. Suddenly, we’re kissing, licking, and biting each other with the same savage energy. I don’t know how I’m ever going to stop suffocating her with my mouth while my hands rove her body, squeezing everything within reach.

Even though we’re ensnared in this ravenous transaction of mouths and hands, I’m still trying not to fuck her. Last timewas…a lot. I still haven’t fully unpacked what exactly that was, and I don’t want to.

I just wanther. And I don’t know how to turn off that need.

But sex is a storm gaining strength at the edge of my consciousness.

With a surge of need that shoots straight to my dick, I remember the taste of her pussy…

The way she dripped all over my face…

And in two seconds flat, I’m hard as a rock.

I’m going to pound her all over again if I don’t pump the brakes.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I somehow find the strength to stop. Wide-eyed and aroused as hell, we’re both panting as we lock eyes.

I’m starting to think all this might be just as new to her as it is to me.

Why does that turn me on even more?

My cock twitches, eager to be inside her.

The best I can do is lean my forehead against hers and close my eyes, like I’m admitting defeat. “I want to taste you again.”

“No,” she protests.

I open my eyes in shock.

Her face is red as a Christmas display.

Something inside me breaks.Does this mean…she didn’t like it when I…?

Veronika’s eyes shift away from mine but return just as quickly. Her arms and legs remain tightly fastened around my body, but…she’s clearly flustered or embarrassed.

I’m starting to think something’s wrong, so I lift us into a sitting position with her balanced in my lap. I can see her a little clearer this way, though her full weight on top of my dick is doing nothing to curb the lust demanding that I rip the clothes from her body.

“Nika…” Her nickname comes to my tongue easily. “What is it?”

“I…” She rolls her beautiful lips together, which forces me to kiss her for a few more minutes. When I pull back, her eyes gleam with desire.

“You what?”

“What if I want to taste you?” She might as well have slapped me across the face with those words.

I gape. “What?”