Page 99 of The Devastation You Reap

But I don’t get very far because he catches my hand and pulls me back between his legs.

His eyes lock on my tank covered breasts for a beat, making my nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric before he lifts them to meet my stare.

“I didn’t mean alone, Red.”

Standing, his chest brushes against mine, the sensation sends a wave of heat through me that pools between my legs.

He wraps his hand around the side of my face, staring down into my eyes.

“You’re a fucking angel, you know that?”

I shake my head, refusing to accept his words.

His head lowers toward mine and I lick my lips ready to accept his kiss, only, he never makes it. Instead, he reaches behind him and drags his blood splattered shirt over his head.

He should probably terrify me right now. He clearly went out tonight and seriously hurt someone, but I can’t find it in me to care when he’s standing right before me with wicked promises filling his eyes.

I did that. I helped banish whatever demons he was battling with when he arrived and I put that look there instead.

Me.

My head spins with the knowledge. I feel more powerful right now than I have in my entire life.

“As sexy as this tank is,” he murmurs, wrapping his fingers around the bottom. “I much prefer just seeing what’s underneath.”

In a heartbeat he has it off my body and on the floor with his.

“Now that’s what I need,” he mutters, staring shamelessly down at my bare chest.

My fingers twitch to cover up. I haven’t been naked in front of anyone since… Well, since I was a kid, so it feels weird standing here like this.

“Fuck, I need to feel you against me so bad,” he says in a rush, ripping open his fly and shoving both his pants and boxers down his legs. I take a step back so he has space to toe off his shoes and abandon it all on the floor.

Just like I already knew, his cock is hard and standing proud from his body. The tip glistening, making my mouth water as I wonder what he might taste like.

Since the thought hit me when I was sitting on the floor, sucking him into my mouth is now the only thing I can think about.

“Fuck, you’re sexy” he whispers, stepping up to me and pushing his thumbs into my shorts and panties. “I love it when you look at me like that.”

“L-like what?” I ask, needing to know what he sees when I look at him.

“Like you can’t get enough. Like you want to taste me. Like you never want to let go.”

My chest heaves with each observation he makes.

I don’t say a word in response. How can I? He’s right.

He pushes my remaining clothes to my ankles before he presses the length of his hot and hard body against mine, leaning down to grip the backs of my thighs and lifting me into him.

My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his shoulders as he continues to stare at me.

“I-I want to,” I confess, my cheeks flaming red.

“You want to what, Red?”

Leaning forward, I brush his ear with my lips, unable to believe what I’m about to admit.

“I want to taste you.”