Page 135 of Vicious Little Snakes
I laugh against her lips. “And if someone sees?”
She shrugs as she pulls back, bringing the red cup to her lips, chewing on its edge. I love how dirty she is. My hands come to her waist, lifting her to stand as she squeals. I yank her bottoms down, making her scream and her laugh drown out the music.
“It’s a full moon out,” I tease, reaching my hand around to grab her ass.
My hand wraps around her hoodie strings, tugging her down to my lips, pushing my tongue inside her champagne-flavored mouth. She tastes divine.
Our mouths are working overtime as she takes tiny steps, attempting to rid herself of the fabric bunched around her ankles. But they’re caught around her shoes. So all she’s managing to do is kick up sand.
“Help, dick,” she whines, so I stand hooking an arm around her waist, picking her up so that she’s folded over, ass up.
I muscle her up and bite her ass, hearing, “Liam!” screeched between her giggles as I rip the damn sweats off and set her to her feet.
When I look down, she’s a fucking mess. Hair mussed, no makeup, nude from the waist down—perfect.
I don’t want to forget this. That’s all my drunk-on-Caroline head can process, that is until I remember something I’ve always wanted to do. I hover over her, forcing that elegant neck to stretch up to my face.
“I want to draw you.”
My voice is deep, husky, and full of every fucking intention I have. And Caroline feels it.
Her eyes blink rapidly, a shiver spurring her words as she shoves her hands inside the front pocket of my hoodie.
“What happened to fucking me?”
“Who said I wasn’t.”
God, she’s so cute. Standing ass out in the middle of the beach. I pick her up like a football, smacking her ass as I carry her back to the house, drunk laughter floating over the tall grass. The minute we’re back in the room, I toss her on the bed, opening the curtains so the moonlight filters into the room. Leaning down to my bag, I pull out my notepad and pencils.
As I turn around, the sight of Caroline laid out, toeing off her sneakers, with her arms above her head, makes my dick grow.
“Freeze.”
Caroline’s face presses against her arm. “What? Do you want me in a different pose?”
“No. Just like that. Don’t move.”
I walk to a desk in the room, grabbing the chair and slapping it down directly in front of her—all of two feet away. Shadow and light dance over her body, creating a streak of light that reaches all the way up to those deadly eyes.
Goddamn. I sit, propping one foot up against the bedframe, and open the pad of paper, hearing only her breath and the waves crashing onto the shore. The scratch of my pencil against the paper feels more like a gunshot that starts a race. Because my adrenaline shoots through the roof as I tilt my head, dragging my eyes down her body.
“You look divine. But I want to see more of you.”
She laughs, “So then top off?”
I nod as she drags the hoodie over her body, revealing her teardrop breasts. Caroline winks at me just before tossing it my way, making me smirk. Her arms go back above her head, creating the most delicious curve to her body.
“Like this?” she breathes out, waiting for my answer.
My pencil swipes over the paper faster in short strokes, the answer readied as my eyes drop to the paper.
“No.” I lock eyes with her. “Open your legs for me, Caroline.”
Her breath hitches as she stares back, unmoving. “What are you drawing, Liam?”
The way she licks her lips tells me she’s hoping for exactly what I’m about to do.
“I said, ‘Open your legs.’ Don’t make me ask again.”
