Page 9 of Savage Devotion
I raise my eyes to find him watching me when the spicy melody dips to slow cadence. The tips of his fingers brush against my jawline. I follow his silent instructions and part my lips as he sweeps in. The bold sweep of his tongue against mine forces a moan from deep inside me. I’ve never been kissed like this. By a man whose hunger is evident in every breath he steals. The hard bristle of his evening stubble stings against my chin and cheek, stirring up the need to feel with other parts of my body.
“Liam,” I groan against his lips when he takes mercy and releases my mouth from his ravenous kiss. His powerful arms turn possessive and I let him take more of my weight.
“Yes, beautiful? I’m yours for the evening. Tell me what you need.”
Warmth creeps over me, floods my veins and settles between my legs as a soft moan slips past my lips. Mine for the evening. Endless bad ideas float through my mind and all of them involve a bed and this man. “Are we really doing this?” I ask, hoping I’m reading his signals.
Lights dip lower and so does his voice. “As long as you’re okay with it.”
I am.
As if reading my thoughts, or maybe feeling how my body moves into his a little more he slides his warm lips over mine again.
Hard meets soft.
He tastes of good tequila and off-the-charts sex. Whether this is a bad idea or good is irrelevant.
“Follow me,” he murmurs over my lips.
He laces his thick fingers through mine, and I look back to find my friend smiling my way and nodding. There’s a tiny part of my brain that clicks on saying following a stranger to God knows where is the first rule of how to get dumped in a six-foot hole, but my inner danger-dar isn’t whirling. I can’t put my finger on it, but I know this man means nothing more than a shared night of passion.
We wind our way through the crowd toward the back, where a hidden door opens into a wide hallway. Accent lighting illuminates an ascending staircase, I never saw before.
Once we are inside, and the door closes, it’s just us.
No music. No patrons.
Just our body heat and the dark, sexual tension pulsing between us as if it has a heartbeat of its own.
Those strong callused hands grip my waist and I’m instantly pinned to the wall. The mountain of a man in front of me is the only thing I can see, feel…taste.
His thumb swipes over the pulse point on my throat, and he tips my chin up. With only a few lines of conversation between us, he takes my mouth in a hard kiss.
Please, Lord. Don’t let me fall.
It happens then. I feel his hard length press against my starving folds and I groan wantonly. A hand moves to the small of myback. Then lower until his hands are beneath my skirt and digging into the plumpness of my ass cheeks.
I shut my eyes and let my head fall back. It feels so good. My heart races and I have to force myself to go at his pace and not tackle him to the floor and ride him bareback on the stairs. Without encouragement from me, my hips start to grind against the hard ridge of his cock.
A masculine curse curls over cool blasts of air from overhead vents. And the sound leaves whiplashes over my soul.
“Arabelle,” I murmur over his lips when I manage to break away for air. “My name is Arabelle.”
His mouth roams up the side of my neck. “Beautiful,” he says and then fists my loose hair and drags my head to the side so he can nip and lick his way down the other side. The hardened length of his erection grows impossibly harder at what I can only assume is from learning my name.
“I’ll shout your beautiful name as I’m coming balls deep inside your exquisite body.”
A whimper falls from my lips as he jerks the sides of my halter top down and forces my breasts to spill over the top.
Plump, eager, and ready for his hot mouth, the hard tips jut out desperate to be ravaged by the force of his hunger.
He doesn’t disappoint. The burning sensation of stubble against tender skin makes me hiss in tortured pleasure. I cry out as his lips surround a nipple and he tugs it deep inside the wet confines of his mouth.
Possessive fingers clench the rounded curves of my ass and the slow, dry thrusts of his hips have the long length of his erection caressing me just right for me to lose all good sense.
I shut my eyes and swallow thickly. With only the thin material of my panties and his dress slacks between us, I can feel all too well he’s going to hurt when he finally slides into me. And I can’t wait.
Suddenly my feet are back on the floor, and Liam is on his knees. He throws one of my legs over his massive shoulder and those hands on my ass hold me in place for his hungry mouth.
