Page 24 of Hacked For Love
His mouth tastes like a mix of coffee, brandy, and mint, and he holds me in a grip that’s too firm to break, but doesn’t hurt at all. I feel the play of his lips against mine all the way down to my thighs, and suddenly I can’t catch mybreath.
Oh my God, I never imagined…It’s like someone shot me full of a drug I’ve never heard of, waking up every inch of my skin, leaving me filled with pleasure and thirsty for more. I whimper against his lips, my heartbeat in my ears, my back arching to press more of myself againsthim.
When the kiss breaks, he backs off just a little and looks down at me, breathing heavily. One hand cups my jaw. “You all right?” he asks me, very gently checkingin.
It’s his tenderness that reassures me more than anything, despite the scary newness of it all. If he was faking…why bother? Why not just push me intoit?
I smile at him shyly and nod, and he kisses me again even morefiercely.
Then his damned phone goes offagain.
“Shit. John. It slipped my mind for a moment.” He smiles at me, winks, and pulls out his phone. “Hi. I’m alive. Those weren’t the police,though.”
I can hear a man’s voice faintly through the speaker. “Yeah, I have them on the line asking for clearance. Looks like Marcone’s boys used their own ’copter. They slapped on some dummy decals, and we couldn’t see them clearly in the storm. Are you allright?”
“I got hit, but it was just a graze. Probably won’t need stitches even, but I should have the ribs X-rayed later. I do have to tend to this, though…” He looks me over with heat in his eyes, and his grip around my waist tightened slightly. “As well as some related unfinished business. Any problemsdownstairs?”
“One of the men got hit in the vest. He’s bruised and lost his supper, but he’s conscious. Every other casualty is on their side, and they’re trappednow.”
Drake smiles. “Good. Keep up the good work. From now on, contact me only if there’s an emergency, or when the police actuallyarrive.”
“That could be a while. The ’copters just got grounded by snow, and the streets may be impassable soon.” I hear the man chuckle. “We’ve turned off heating in the section the goons are trapped in. That should soften them up just like the boys on theroof.”
“Sounds like they’re in for a long, cold wait!” He laughs as he hangs up. I can’t help but smile aswell.
Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he looks down at me, and his smile goes lopsided. “How about we make our own wait a lothotter?”
I’ve never done this.I have to push my self-consciousness down…but I want this so damned bad. And the fact that he wants it as well makes me braver. “If…they really can’t getin…”
He smooths my hair back. “They really can’t getin.”
I smile softly. “Okay.”Then drown out the world forme.
This time his kiss is softer, lingering, teasing at my lips, making me chase his. His playfulness eases my nerves. I giggle—and then he silences me with hismouth.
My hands start exploring his back, learning the way it tenses and flexes under my fingertips, the smooth skin, the slick patches of scars. I wonder how many fights he's survived if he's treating being grazed by a bullet so casually. It feels like alot.
His fingers are busy unbuttoning my blouse while his mouth ravages mine. I want this. I want his big, rough hands sliding over my skin—and when I slip out of the blouse and feel just that, I moan withdelight.
His hands slide up and down my back, over my sides, my arms, my belly…and then up to cup my breasts. He kneads them softly through the fabric of my bra as I relax against him, then he tugs the cups upward a little and slides his handsinside.
The feel of his fingertips brushing against my nipple almost hurts; a rush of sensation overloads my nerves, and I whimper and bite my lip hard. He nuzzles my cheek, and then nibbles his way back along my jawline and up my chin before teasing me into anotherkiss.
Every stroke of his fingers over that sensitive skin makes my muscles tighten. I shake, knees clenched together, my cunt starting to ache. Then his hands slide back behind me to unfasten my bra, and he tugs it off my shoulders as I squirm to help get it off. I have to fight off the shy urge to hold the cloth over my breasts, but I'm determined now. I wantmore.
His eyes light up fiercely as the cool air hits my breasts, and my nipples tighten almost painfully under his gaze. I've always been self-conscious about my body, but the hungry way he's staring at me helps…a lot. But I'm not quite ready for what happensnext.
He scoops me up, arms around my waist, and starts covering my chest with kisses—between and under my breasts, then all over them. He grunts a little as my thigh hits his wound, but a shift of position fixes his discomfort, and he goes right back to what he wasdoing.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and cry out sharply as I feel his tongue play over my nipple. Then his mouth closes over it, and a long, warm, rough pull makes my voice rise to ascream.
I squirm, not sure whether to pull away or push closer, my nerves overloaded. He pushes me back against the wall, pins me there, my breasts pillowed against his face as he sucks and licks and nibbles greedily. My voice is out of control; I can hear it echoing off the walls, my cries growing more desperate overtime.
Don'tstop…
He groans against my breast, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he holds me up. My skirt has rucked up past my hips, leaving only my wool tights between my flesh and his hands. He starts to knead my ass as he pins me against the wall, his thighs and shoulders taking my weight as if it’snothing.
I cling to him, crooning, and then my voice rises sharply again as he starts suckling my other breast. His hands knead me firmly; the ache inside me is gathering into a knot deep inside my cunt. The sensation leaves me dizzy and drunk—I need more sensation, but what I’m experiencing already is driving mewild.
