Page 70 of Hunt for the Roses
“But despite all your mixed signals and mind games, I’m more than willing to be of service to you,” Dane says as he flashes a cocky grin at me. I can tell his voice carries a bitter edge with it, and I suddenly feel what Kate felt before.
I want to punch Dane straight in his face.
Just one good hit.
I look at him with narrowed eyes. “Get off your high horse, Dane. The last person I want right now is you.”
“I find that hard to believe with how eager you were for me the other night,” Dane retorts as he keeps his eyes on the road, his jaw visibly tense.
I huff back into the seat and choose to stop talking for now. I’m getting too worked up, and nothing I say is phasing Dane in the slightest. You can cut the tension in this car with a knife, and even then, I’m not sure a knife is sufficient to cut through it entirely.
The rain starts to pick up a little as we drive, so Dane has to activate the windshield wipers. The sound of the wipers is all we hear for the next several minutes as both of us sit in silence, but when Dane turns on our street, I decide I want to have the last word. I want to stick it to him where it hurts.
When Dane puts the car in park, I have my hand on the door handle as I turn to him and say, “I’ll be sure to call Blake tonight for a night cap considering my first option was shot to shit.” Then I throw him a smug grin, and storm out of the car and into the drizzle of rain.
I jog around the car to the pathway leading to my front door, but as I’m about to walk up the pathway, I hear Dane’s car door slam shut. “Hey!” Dane shouts from behind me, and then I feel his hand grip around my upper arm, and he whips me around to face him.
“What?! What Dane?!” I shout back as the rain picks up, and our hair and clothes start to become damper. Our breaths start to become shallower as we just stand there and look into each other’s eyes. Dane’s proximity is dominant, making me feel at his mercy. I’m so willing to give Dane every ounce of control just so I don’t have to make the decision to walk away again, and ironically enough, that feeling makes me feel a sense of empowerment. Finally, Dane’s gaze lowers to my lips, then trails back up to my eyes again, and our eyes speak a language of their own.
A language only the two of us understand.
We combust.
Dane grabs the side of my face with his hand and pulls me into a raw and passionate kiss. I instantly wrap my hands around Dane’s neck, and we attack each other’s mouths like they’re going to escape from us any minute. I eagerly open my mouth to Dane, and he inserts his tongue to massage my own. I let out a moan as I feel his warm, wet tongue caress my own, and it sends an electric current through my entire body. I feel like I am on fire despite the fact that there is water pouring down on us, and I start to feel my nipples strain against the wet fabric of my shirt as an aching need brews at my core.
Dane bends to wrap his palms around the back of my thighs and hoists me up quickly. I let out a gasp as I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, and we continue to deepen our kiss. Between the rain and my lips entangled with Dane’s, I’m not really aware of my surroundings, but I do feel Dane start to walk. I’m not sure where he is taking us, but I don’t care. I just want to keep living in this moment forever.
I need this passion that’s been absent from me for so long.
Nothing else matters right now.
I need his touch.
I need him.
I walk up the stairs of my porch with Aria wrapped around my waist. Reluctantly, I break our kissing escapade and place my forehead against hers. “Give me a second,” I say breathlessly as I put her down.
I’m holding Aria’s hand behind me, and I fidget trying to get my key out of my pocket to turn it in the lock of my front door. Once successful, I lead Aria inside while we still have our fingers intertwined, and when I close the door, I’m on her in under a second. I cup both sides of her face, our mouths opening hungrily and desperately as I walk Aria backwards until she’s braced against the wall of the hallway. I push my body flush against hers, bringing both my palms down from her face to harshly knead her breasts, making sure to tweak her puckered nipples that are straining against the damp, thin white material. The moan that I wring out of her is mixed with pain and pleasure, stirring something primal within me.
“How should I make this pussy come?” I breathe against her lips as our breaths coil together and her chest heaves in anticipation.
“However you want,” she pants, both fear and excitement etched into her light brown hues.
I hold Aria’s gaze as my palms ease their grip on her breasts, and I slowly slip both hands under the hem of Aria’s crop tank top. My movement is not as ravenous, but rather calculated and stealthy, and she instantly raises her arms so I can pull the shirt over her head.
When I toss her shirt on the floor, Aria resumes leaning back against the wall, and I stare at her for a moment, just looking at her olive skin glistening from the rain pellets, slick pieces of hair sticking to the side of her face, and her perky, full tits on display in that white lace bra.
She’s so fucking lovely.
I nest her chin between my thumb and forefinger and take her bottom lip in between my teeth, gently biting into the soft cushion with just enough pressure. Aria lets out the faintest exhale, some of her breath catching in her throat as she’s trying to release it, and I can practically feel and hear her heart thumping out of her chest.
“Take off your skirt,” I whisper against her lips.
When Aria moves shaky fingers to the back of her garment, I rest both my palms on either side of her against the wall, towering over her small frame. My eyes follow the movements of her hands as she drags down the zipper behind her and slides her fingers into the waistband of her skirt to trail it down her thighs. Once the skirt reaches her knees, it no longer needs her guidance, and it drops to a puddle at her feet. As Aria steps out, I bite my lip as I catch the back of her knee under my palm, and curl her leg around my waist, keeping my palm under her thigh.
Aria gasps in surprise, peering up at me like prey that’s just been caught by its predator. Her back is still glued to the wall when I yank her bra cup down with my free hand, and my greedy mouth latches onto her hardened nipple, mercilessly sucking on it and lavishing it with my tongue. Aria writhes beneath me as she moans, her fingers immediately lacing through my hair, and her hips timidly grinding against the angry bulge underneath my shorts. I can feel her wet heat seeping through the material of her underwear, radiating onto my crotch, causing the pressure in my groin to tighten painfully.
I stand straight as I tug her other bra cup down, making sure both Aria’s breasts are bare to me. “Come on, get nice and wet for me,” I rasp. Aria whimpers, and the erotic nature of seeing her almost completely naked in my arms is electrifying. I hook my fingers in the waistband of her white lace panties, then harshly tug the flimsy fabric all the way out to the side until it tears in a visible crescendo.
