Page 17 of The Arrogant One

He tapped my butt cheek. “Get up there. I want to fucking eat you.”

His statement didn’t cover me like a blanket. It lit a match beneath me, and I wasn’t running from the fire; I was sprinting toward it.

I climbed up, wiggling past his chest to spread out my legs, and when I got to his neck, I realized the only things I’d be able to hold on to in this position were my thighs.

But the second his mouth was on me, I lost all sense of where I was anyway because the only thing I could focus on was his tongue.

“Oh my God!”

I couldn’t distinguish what direction he was even licking me in; I felt it everywhere. At the top, bottom, swiping the middle, movements that weren’t slow. He was lapping me as though he wanted me to come.

And I was lost, drowning in pleasure, screaming out moans. “Oh! Yes!”

I’d never been with anyone like him. Someone this experienced. This knowledgeable.

This man didn’t need a map. This man was the author of the map.

So, I couldn’t stop the orgasm from building. I couldn’t even attempt to slow it.

It was coming on fast, hard, and with a ferociousness that was completely taking ahold of me.

“Lockhart—”

“I know. And I want you to come on my face.”

His demand came with puffs of air that sent me even further over the edge. But that edge was a dangerous place. If I wasn’t careful, I’d fall off the chair, and if I rocked too hard, I would tip us right over.

A scary scenario, considering I no longer had control of my body and the feeling that was rising through me was making every bit of me shudder.

“Fuck!” I held on to my thighs while the waves of tingles exploded through my abdomen. “Don’t! Stop!” I heard myself say, then shouted out his name.

I felt my body swaying forward and back to the rhythm of his tongue. I sensed his hands on the bottom of my legs and the hardness of his chest beneath my ass.

But the only thing that was really holding me, shackling me, imprisoning me, and not letting me go were the tingles. The way they lifted through me, the way they burst, and the way they finally trickled to a whispering stop.

“Mmm. Yes,” he moaned, which sounded like a growl, especially as his licking turned to kissing, giving me tender pecks along my clit. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

My eyes fluttered closed. “I?—”

“You’re coming with me.” He picked me up, my legs now straddling his waist, my arms flopping onto his shoulders, and he carried me through the suite. “I want you to know how good you taste. Kiss me.”

My wetness was all over him—on his lips, the tip of his nose, the skin on each side of his mouth, even his scruff was glowing.

I smiled, but I didn’t move.

“Kiss me, Sadie.”

My fingers spread over the back of his head, sinking into his hair, and when I went to lean in to simply press my mouth to his, he didn’t let that happen. He dived into me, parting my lipswith his tongue, dominating me the same way he’d just done between my legs.

There was that match again, igniting a flame that I’d thought, after my second orgasm tonight, couldn’t be relit.

But I was wrong.

He laid me on the bed, and while he continued to kiss me, he got to work on his clothes. I helped, kicking off my heels so I could use my feet to push down his jeans once he unbuckled his belt and button and zipper. I pulled the lapels of his sports coat to free his arms and at the buttons of his shirt, each item flying to the floor as they were freed from his body.

Once he was naked, he got off me and reached toward the ground, returning with his wallet and the two condoms he took out of it. As he stood straight, tearing off the metal corner with his teeth, I got a direct view of his body.

Every suspicion I’d had didn’t compare to what I was seeing now.