Chapter 70

Did Stoner kiss her? Is she coming to me with my brother on her? The image of the two of them together, like this, tried to shove its way into his head, and for a moment, he stuttered, paused. Did he care? Yes. And no. If Stoner had tasted her, then he would wipe the memory from her. Brand himself on her. Tomorrow, her lips would still throb with his possession.

Sliding his other hand into her hair, he held her still and set about his mission. Corrupting. Marking. Owning. At least for tonight.

Michelle tugged him against her even as she rose slightly and met him stroke for stroke, lick for lick. Nip for nip. Their tongues, lips and teeth melded, clashed, battled. This wasn’t a leisurely kiss, or a tender one. It was hurried, messy, wet.

It was perfection.

Goddamn, the fresh yet earthy flavor of her. He could gulp it down like his favorite wine and let it set him a flame. Drown him in heat and pleasure until he was completely intoxicated. He could become a glutton with her and regret nothing.

Which was why he should halt this now before they went too far and couldn’t cross back over that line. He should—

“More.” Her whimper slid over his skin in a silken caress. “Give me more.”

He should grant her everything she asked—pleaded—for. It would be his pleasure...his honor.vWith a groan, he possessed her mouth again and gave his hands free rein. First, her bared, graceful shoulders received his adoration. Then the strong yet delicate line of her collarbone. The slim, elegant column of her throat. He touched. He indulged. And with one last hard kiss, he lowered his head to follow the path his hands had tread.

Right there. Right in the hollow where shoulder and neck met. Her scent greeted him, so rich and heady. He nuzzled the nook, licked it. Sucked it. Damn. Would this fragrance be thicker, even more potent, between her beautiful thighs? Oh, he intended to find out. He dragged his lips over the top of her chest and slid his palms to just under her breasts. The weight of them rested on the back of his hands, and he stopped. Waited.

“Yes?” he asked, his voice little more than a hoarse rasp, sandpapered by lust.

Michelle covered his hands with hers and pushed them up until he cupped her firm breasts, a shade less than a handful.

They both groaned, and she arched into his hold, her head pressing into the wall. Her lashes fluttered down, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She was erotic art come to beautiful, carnal life.

Inhaling a breath that seemed infused with need, he stared down at his hands squeezing her, at his thumbs rubbing small circles around the taut peaks that pushed against her dress. Wonder sighed through him. He was touching her; this wasn’t one of those nights when he woke up, sweating, hurting, with his cock in his fist. Because he could, he grazed his teeth over a dress-covered nipple, and satisfaction roared loud and fierce within him when she jerked, a small cry piercing the air.

Her hands flew to his head, holding him to her, encouraging him without words to give her what she’d demanded—more.

Reaching behind her, he located the zipper and tugged it down. Impatience rode him, and in moments, he had the dress stripped down over her hips and legs and pooled around her stilettoes.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed, reverence heavy in his voice, his chest. Standing in front of him in a sexy strapless black bra, matching panties and heels, she stole the air from his lungs. And had hunger pouring through him like gasoline just waiting for the match. “You’re beautiful.”

He brushed the side of her breast with the back of a knuckle. “So goddamn beautiful. More than I—” He cut himself off, trapping the rest of that too-revealing sentence between his teeth. This was about tonight, the here and now.

Tomorrow, she might very well look at him with regret in her eyes, and damn if he would compound the pain of that with a revelation of how he’d dreamed about her stripped bare and trembling before him. Because the tiny part of his mind not clouded with lust acknowledged that she would hurt him. There was no avoiding it.

But at this moment, while unsnapping her bra and filling his hands with her perfect breasts, the dark brown beaded nipples stabbing his palms, he didn’t give a fuck. This—he dipped his head, sucked a tip into his mouth—was worth that inevitable pain.

She hissed, her nails scraping his scalp as she clutched him to her. And when he switched to the other, neglected breast, she guided him, lowering a hand to her flesh, holding herself up to his greedy lips and tongue.

By the time he sank to his knees, bracketing her hips in his palms and trailing his mouth down her stomach, she twisted in his grasp, working those rounded hips in a sensual dance that enticed him to join her. And he did.

With his mouth.

“Nick.” She choked out his name, rocking against him. “Please...”

He didn’t need her to finish that plea; he understood. And he answered by nipping at her folds through the insubstantial lace of her panties. Hooking a finger in the soaked panel, he tugged the material to the side and feasted on her. He sucked and nibbled. But soon that wasn’t enough, either. He removed her heels and yanked her underwear down and off. Then he returned to her, licking up that drenched path until he nudged the engorged bundle of nerves at the top of her sex.

Her muted scream punched the air just as her hips bucked forward. Growling against her, he restrained her restless, wild movements with an arm low across her belly, holding her still for his greedy mouth. With every lap and caress, every stroke and swirl over her swollen, hot flesh, lust gripped his dick, pounded in it, squeezed it.

He’d never come from giving oral sex before, but he’d never had his mouth on Michelle before. And there was a first time for everything.

“Your choice, sweetheart.” He tipped back his head, met her passion-glazed eyes. Pride and satisfaction blazed as fierce and bright in him as the need howling in his blood. No matter what happened after tonight, he’d put that flush in her cheeks, that haze of pleasure in her eyes. He’d sent shudders rippling through her, had cries breaking on her pretty lips. Him. “Come first on my tongue or on my cock.”