Page 56 of Hidden Goal

I hover my mouth over her lips. If I weren’t holding her jaw, I would have missed the near invisible lift of her chin and the slight hitch in her breath.

“Lose the sweatshirt.”

Her eyes never leave mine as she takes a step back, crosses her arms at the hem of my hoodie, and pulls it over her head. Tendrils of dark hair float down her back, covering her shoulders. She stands in front of me with her nipples already hardened into little peaks, and I all but buckle to my knees in front of her.

“Goddamn, Savannah,” I grunt.

She steps forward at the same time that I reach for her, pulling her flush against me. Her hands tangle and tug in my hair, and I drop my lips to her neck where her beating pulse hammers against my tongue. I close my mouth over her skin. I lick, nip, and suck along the column of her throat. I pull up, catching her eyes with mine, and they reflect everything I’m feeling.

“Kiss me.”

Her tongue runs along her bottom lip before she pulls it between her teeth.

“Kiss me, Savvy,” I repeat. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

My blood feels like it’s on fire, like it’s begging me for her. This woman, who appears so stone cold on the outside, is now the reason my insides feel like lava.

She rises up on her toes and I feel fucking euphoric when she touches her lips to mine. It’s tentative at first. I slowly move my mouth over hers, melting into the softness of her lips, and gently loop one arm around her lower back. She pulls back to meet my eyes, one hand still settled at the nape of my neck, the other now cupped to my cheek. Before I can take a full breath, she reclaims my mouth—more demanding this time. Her lips part, and all my reserve breaks. I pull her tighter to me—my hands roaming over her body, my tongue exploring her mouth—and she responds with a hunger that doesn’t match her outward calm.

I slip my hand down the front of her pants, taking in the smoothness of her skin against the rough calluses on my palm. I smile against her mouth when I don’t feel any other fabric beneath her pants, and I trail my thumb over her until I reach her slit. A deep groan rumbles from the back of my throat when I find how wet she already is.

“Fuck. I knew you would feel good.” I pull my thumb back, replacing it with my middle two fingers, and easily glide them through her wet lips. I ghost the tips of them over her entrance and hold my breath as I listen to the whimpering moans she is fighting so hard against. I want to hear her wholly and without reservation. No more suppressing moans, I want surrendering cries of pleasure. I glide my fingers inside of her, only an inch, and her fingers tighten against my arm in response.

“I can’t wait to hear how sweet you sound when I’m filling you up and you’re screaming my name.”

“You talk a big game, King.” She forces her voice to sound more even than it actually is.

I pause, pull back, and search her face. Her magnetic eyes dart back and forth between mine. There’s a small creasebetween her brows, and I know she’s not as immune to me as she claims to be. She’s just better at hiding it.

I step back and drag my thumb along my bottom lip, torturing myself with the faintest taste of her. I huff out a small laugh. “There you go again, Savvy, running that fucking mouth of yours.”

She does a good job hiding whatever she’s feeling. Not a lick of surprise on her face, no labored breathing, not even a deep swallow. Her eyes are stone-cold sober and her voice doesn’t waver a bit when she says, “What are you going to do about it?”

Diabolically disrespectful. Savannah Alvarez talks a lot of shit, but her eyes can’t lie. I stare into the endless depths of her dark, hungry stare and smile.

I cover her hands and remove them from my neck. Her eyes move back and forth between mine, her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly now. “What?”

She stares at me as I turn her around and guide her to sit on the bed in front of me, twisting the length of her hair around my wrist. My cock jumps when I tug on it and her mouth falls open.

“You almost had me.” I run my thumb along her mouth, sticking it between her parted lips until I’m grazing her bottom row of perfectly straight teeth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She breathes around my thumb.

I nudge her knees apart until I’m able to stand between her legs, and a thick swallow sounds in her throat. “I think you taunt me because you want me to say some tired shit like, ‘I’ll find a better use for your mouth’, or, ‘You’d sound better with a mouth full of my cock’.” I drop my thumb to her chin, and her teeth strum along her bottom lip, fighting the pull of her smile, confirming that, yeah, that’s exactly what she was expecting me to say.

“But, you want this, and now that I know that.” I benddown, dragging my nose along her jaw until I get to that sensitive part of her neck. “I’m going to make you wait for it.” Her inhale is shaky, and I move back to the front of her face, dropping my forehead to hers. “I’m going to make you beg for it.”

She lifts her chin, pulling against the hold that I still have on her hair until her mouth is as close to mine as it can possibly be without touching, and she whispers against my lips, “We’ll see who’s begging by the end of this.”

Fuck.

I let go of her hair, grabbing both her wrists instead. I lower her to the bed, restraining her arms above her head.

My free hand runs from her throat, down between her breasts, and I draw a circle around her nipple with my middle finger. She presses her chest deeper into my touch, but I don’t let her have it, instead—I drag a feather-light finger down to the hem of her pants.

I watch her stomach rise and fall as I slip my hand beneath the sweats. “Keep your hands up.”

Letting go of her wrists, I make my way to the end of the bed, fisting the fabric at her waist. They’re so big on her that she doesn’t even need to lift herself up, I’m able to pull them right off in one fell swoop, baring her pussy to me.

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