Page 29 of Hostile Cravings
He held me there, kissing my neck softly before walking us to the bed where he laid me down, his body encompassing mine like he never wanted to let me go. And I knew I never wanted him to, no matter how frightened that thought made me.
I stepped from the bathroom,freeing my hair from the clip and hearing Tyson on the phone.
“I’ll explain later,” he said, his eyes landing on me. He gave me a coy grin and motioned to the bed. “Just show them to Tirenti and if Joey so much as makes a comment about her body, I’ll fly over there and kill him myself.”
He was on me before I could sit, snatching my towel from me.
“Hold on, Mace.” There was a glint in his eyes. “I need to deal with the brat.”
“I’m nota brat, asshole.”
He pursed his lips before that sly grin returned. Walking to the chair, he laid the towel down, flexing the muscles in his back before he turned back to me. He was sexy in a bad boy way I’d never liked, and I absently wondered if that was because there was no other bad boy who compared to him in my mind and so I’d always steered clear of them. The muscles in his chest rippled as he walked back to me. My eyes followed the line of his tattoos, then lowered to where his pants sat low on his waist.
“Get on the bed,” he mouthed as he brought the phone back to his ear.
I started to question him, but he thinned his lips, his eyes growing dark. The look stirred desire in me where there should have been none. He’d taken me so many times that morning I was exhausted. It was as if all the pent-up aggression and frustration we’d held onto for so many years as we’d ignored our cravings had come out in a storm that wouldn’t stop. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I couldn’t get enough of him. Even now, my body seemed to lurch in anticipation as I scooted onto the bed.
“Tell me what’s going on,” he said into the phone. I assumed he was talking to Mason, but when he crawled over me, I suddenly didn’t care.
He kissed my breast, flicking his tongue against my nipple and sending chills down my body. I’d already come more than I ever had, and my body shivered in expectation as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
“He’s a slimy little shit,” he continued, as if he hadn’t just made my body go weak.
His mouth traveled down my stomach and over to my hip, where he bit me gently. The move soaked me, and my legs clenched. His eyes peeked up at me, and I shot him a playful yet annoyed look, trying to determine when Tyson Raines had broken me and how he suddenly ruled my body like no other man had.
“You tell him I’ll fuck her in front of him if he needs proof.”He traced my tattoo with his tongue as his finger danced over my clit. My back lurched, his next words burning through me. “But make sure he knows I’ll have to kill him for looking at her body.”
Mason said something back that caused Tyson to tense momentarily before his tongue sank into me. My moan was loud, and he nipped at my clit. He had done it to silence me, but it only made me cry out, and my hand grabbed at the sheets.
“Fuck off, Mace. Just keep Tirenti in check and we’ll continue to play our part.” He flicked his tongue over my clit to soothe it. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
I was having a hard time even concentrating, let alone forming words. “Sure, jackass,” I managed, trying not to sound as breathless as I was.
“And tell Joey if he even thinks about touching her again, I’ll break his nose again and then every bone in his body before I gut him.”
The statement of possessiveness and the lethal power behind it sent my body into a frenzy, my climax on the cusp of shattering me once again. He tossed the phone aside and wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me further into his face.
“Time to come for me again, little viper.” His tongue slid over me before it penetrated me, his arm releasing my leg and reaching for my breast. His touch sent me over the edge, his tongue leading me spiraling to the depths as I fell apart.
When the flames finally subsided, he sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before sucking his fingers into his mouth.
“Damn, Anj, you’re like a feast I’m gonna have a hard time not tasting repeatedly.”
I stretched my body out, still glowing in the bliss of my orgasm. The bulge in his pants was large, and as much as I’d had him, I wanted him again. But he rose, rolling his neck as he walked to his things and grabbed a shirt. Propping myself on my elbows, I watched him, wondering why he hadn’t taken me again.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you take my cock again. Next time, I want those lips around me.”
I licked my lips, and he gave me a devious smile.
“Sure you don’t want that now?” I asked, the thought of him coming in my mouth, making me warm again.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want it now, but I’m gonna save that until my desperation to fuck you is so high I’ll use that mouth like you’ve never had it used before.”
The shiver that ran through me was a visible one, and he raised a brow as he rolled his sleeves up. He’d taken me harder than any other man had, making good on his promise, so I had no doubt when he wanted me to go down on him, he would use my mouth aggressively. My legs twitched at the thought, causing him to chuckle.
“Get dressed.”
“Why? So I can lie around this room the rest of the day? If you’re not gonna have sex with me, then it’s gonna be a long day.”
