Page 68 of Arrogant Bastard

“I went. I stumbled on an underground cage fight club. It seemed like a good idea at the time to get involved.”

“No…” I hear the pain in her voice, and perversely, it soothes me a little.

“My guide found me four hours later, minus five thousand dollars and my favorite vintage Rolex. I did manage to gain two fractured ribs, a chipped tooth, and multiple bruises though.”

“Oh God.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t one of my stellar moments.”

She doesn’t speak for a handful of minutes. And I’m not in the mood to think about the past, so I keep my mouth shut and my eyes closed.

“I’m sorry.”

I open my eyes. God, even with that mournful look, she’s beyond beautiful. “Are you?”

She nods. “I didn’t think you would look for me for that long…”

I close my eyes and laugh again because it’s all so absurd, the inevitability of my craving for her and her inability to fully comprehend it.

She doesn’t rip into me for laughing at her this time. Instead I sense movement, and then I feel her breath on my face. “I’m sorry,” she whispers again.

I shake my head. “More. I need a fuck-load more, baby.”

“Yes.” She’s closer. I smell her. A lethal cocktail of gorgeous female, shampoo, perfume, and the trace of my cum somewhere inside her.

Her lips brush butterfly wing kisses on my neck and my jaw. I clench my teeth against the pathetic urge to groan. A second later, firmer kisses on my collarbone and a slow, hot lick on my skin draw the air out of my lungs.

One hand slides over my abs, her nails leaving a trail of fire as she teasingly tugs up my T-shirt. I don’t readjust my position to help her pull it off. This is her show. This is her working for it. I need a little of that to keep me sane. So I let her. She manages to draw the bottom over my head to wedge behind my neck, and my whole front is revealed to her.

Her breathing truncates as she trails a finger from my throat to the waistband of my pants. “God, you look so hot.”

I’m on fucking fire, just from the sound of her sexy, husky voice alone. “Keep going. Tell me what else you like.”

Both her hands rest on my chest, and I feel her drawing even closer. A whisper of her breath over my ear. “I like the way you jerk against me when I dig my nails into your skin.”

She follows her words with a demonstration, and I reward her with a head-to-toe spasm.

“I love the way your skin tastes, firm and a little salty.” An openmouthed kiss follows on my pecs just above my nipple.

Holy hell. I want to drag my eyes open and get a visual hit of what she’s doing to me, but I’m already rock hard, treacherous drops of pre-cum already staining my pants. My hands curl into the sofa. “More.”

Her lips drop an inch lower, right over the disk of my nipple. “These nipples are so sensitive, aren’t they? They pucker so eagerly for me.”

“Dammit…Faith.”

She wets my skin, blows on me, and then flicks her tongue so damn saucily over my eager flesh. My whole body clenches in agonized pleasure, the groan I’ve been fighting tearing itself free of my control. She licks me just as avidly, as greedily as I do to her tits every chance I get.

“God, that feels incredible.”

“I love the way your voice goes gravelly and low when you’re turned on, like you can barely form the words,” she croons against my skin. Her filthy mouth trails lower, her kisses getting hungrier, dangerously hotter.

My arms vibrate with the need to touch, to claim. But I love what she’s doing more. When her teeth nip the area just below my navel and she frees my button, I can’t take it anymore. My eyes fly open, and the stunning visual of her beautiful face, her glorious hair, her hands on my body stills everything inside me.

Fuck me, I’ll never get over what this woman does to me. She sinks her fingers into my waistband on either side of my hips as she raises her siren eyes to me. Her eyes tell me she wants me to help ease my pants off. I don’t raise myself up to help her because I crave that little fire that will blaze at me in three…two…one…

There it is. With a burst of energy, she yanks extra hard on my pants, just enough down my thighs for my overeager dick to spring out. Her nostrils pinch with her sharp intake of breath, and her lips part hungrily. She seems to be having a hard time dragging her gaze from my cock.

“Tell me,” I croak.

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