Page 219 of Before Dawn

Her giggle was low, teasing. “Was it the picture or the words that did it?”

I swallowed hard.Both.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body warm and pliant against mine. The scent of liquor lingered between us, smoky and rich.

“What are you drinking?” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her jaw, trailing lower.

“Whiskey.”

“Are you drunk?” My hands slid down, gripping her lush curves as I kissed her neck, tasting the heat of her skin.

She giggled again, pressing a finger to my lips. “Not really.” Then, her hand trailed down my chest, lingering on the chain around my neck before stopping at my zipper. “I’m sober enough for your cock.”

A rough sound tore from my throat as my already hardened cock twitched at her words. Her fingers undid my belt with practiced ease, and before I could think, she knocked back the rest of her whiskey and hopped off the counter.

Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom. “I’m all yours, Mikkel.”

God, she had no idea.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The lingerie, the exact shade of her copper-platinum curls, hugged her like it had been made for this moment. The contrast of her bare skin against the sheer fabric made my throat dry. Her flushed face, her glassy green eyes, her cornrows—everything about her wasutterly irresistible.

She climbed onto the bed, moving with an effortless confidence that sent a fresh wave of heat through me. My body was a live wire, my restraint unraveling by the second.

Then she met my gaze, bold and unashamed.

“Watch me,” she whispered, propping herself up on the pillows.

My breath stilled.

“Hm?”

She ran a slow, teasing hand down her stomach.

“Watch me touch myself.”

Fuck.

I stood frozen, jaw tight, fists clenched, every cell in my body screaming for her. For us.

I didn’t just watch.

I memorized.

I tossed my head back, the sight of her propped up and completely open for me was enough to bring me to my knees.

Giving me a saucy little smile, she pulled the straps down and popped her breasts out, making me moan as her hard nipples were exposed.

“That feels so good, baby,” she crooned, grabbing a handful of her breast as her other hand rubbed between her legs. The cycle repeated until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck it,” I muttered and climbed on the bed.

“I’m not done yet!” she protested as I slipped my hand up her thigh, the wetness already running down.

“I’m going to finish you. How do you want it?”

She bit her lip and smirked. “How do I want what?”

I moved my hand from her thigh and brought it to her neck, gripping it gently. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

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