Page 65 of Hell Kissed
“Don’t think.” Latham hums along the curve of my neck, worshiping my body there with hot, open-mouthed kisses that tingle down like a current of magic is tongue-tied between his lips and Aric’s. “Don’t even speak if that feels better,” he adds, but he doesn’t touch me the way his friend does.
Latham’s dirty mind is spilling out in explicit words that make me wetter by the minute.
And yet he doesn’t touch me any more than a few kisses, a few caresses of his hand…
Is he still hesitant?
It’s then that I realize I want him to know exactly what I’m thinking.
I step back from Aric. Big blazing eyes stare up at me like a servant waiting for the next command. His hand lifts, and he pushes his palm casually across his wet lips, never once taking his gaze off of me. I take a moment to appraise the beautiful man still kneeling at my feet. His thighs are strong, corded with muscles that lead to lean hips. Swirling ink trails down his chest while hard lines veer even lower. His thick cock pulses against his lower stomach, and my eyes meet his just as an arrogant smirk tips the corner of his sexy lips. His sinful tongue rolls across his lower lip, and a shiver races right down my chest and through my clit.
I swallow dryly before turning ever so slowly to face the real problem we have here.
Latham’s ocean blue eyes are like a stormfront brewing.
And all I want is lightning to strike.
Maybe even twice.
“You like to talk,” I whisper, a smile etching my words.
Bashful amusement parts his lips as his own smirk melts my fucking heart on the spot.
Yet it’s the sin that flashes in his pretty blue eyes that has me squirming.
“But you’re not much of a doer, are you, Latham?” My palms lift just as his eyebrows do at that statement. Aric’s laughter shakes through his chest as he runs his fingers up and down the curve of my outer thighs.
My palms slide over Latham’s jeans and along his upper legs, trailing a teasing path… right to his waist. A smooth button glides beneath my fingertips, and I never once look away from that daring glint in his gaze.
I know what I want. I want to make these men never fucking forget me. I wish I could believe them. I wish I could let my heart think that the three of us will live a beautiful life in the midst of Hell.
But you can’t imagine something you’ve never had.
I have this moment though. I have them here and now. And I want the memory of us to be an earth-shattering bliss that haunts my mind every day of my fucking life without them.
That single thought pushes me into action. My fingers are steady when I unfasten the button, slide down the zipper, and drop his jeans to the ground. He stands in a black tee-shirt and a pair of boxers that have a rather distracting bulge pressing hard against them.
Anticipation thrums through me.
“You’re a Hell god and yet you can’t even make a move on me, Latham.” I tsk at him, and I can tell by the playful straining smile on his face that I’m grating on him just right.
Smooth, perfect lines guide my fingertips up his hard stomach. I tug the hem of his shirt along with my exploring hands and pull it across his messy black hair and away. My gaze drops to the one thing left between us.
The flat of my palm pushes across the head of his cock just beneath the thin material of clothing. Thick lashes flutter, but he still stares me down.
“All talk and no play,” I taunt, my fingers wrapping over the length of his shaft, sliding down the annoying fabric that separates me from what I want most.
A jagged breath shakes through his chest. His shoulders flex, and his Adam’s apple works in his throat while his chin tilts up and he glares down at me with a shine of deadly intent in his violent blue eyes.
What. The. Fuck. Am. I. Doing?
I push a little more. A little more and a little more.
Because Latham is the lover. Not the fighter.
But I want both.
“Don’t worry though,” I whisper, leaning forward to tease my words along his neck just as he teased me. “Aric will make me feel good if you can’t.” Sadly, I drop my hand from his dick, his eyes blazing into mine as I take just one step back.
