Page 138 of The Night Shift
I flip us in one swift motion, pressing her back against the seat. I keep one hand on her stomach to hold her steady and use the other to shove the passenger seat forward, giving us more room.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” I lower my head, my teeth catching the button of her jeans. I bite down, tugging until it pops open. “My beautiful, beautiful, Holly.”
Her breath hitches.
I hook my fingers under the waistband of her jeans, sliding them down to her ankles. I see the crusted gash on her left thigh. It’s almost healed, except for the fresh pinpricks of blood dotting the scar.
“Does that still hurt?” My hands slide up and down the outside of her thighs.
She swallows, nodding once.
“Yeah?” I dip my head, brushing a featherlight kiss against the inside of her thigh.
A sharp intake of breath. Her fingers curl into the seat.
“Hold still for me, love.” I run my tongue along the sensitive length of her scar.
A little shriek escapes her mouth.
I clamp my mouth over the cut, sucking on her blood. My tongue laves over her wound, relishing the copper taste of her blood that goes straight to my hardening cock. I pull my mouth away from her thigh, wet and open, and lick a remnant red drop from the corner. “It’s my blood now.”
Her face is positively flushed.
My fingers reach her underwear, and I push the damp material to the side.
She squirms in place. “Theo, please.”
“Please what?” I tease her with my fingertips. “Tell me what you want.”
She rolls her hips, shifting around in the seat, desperate to get my fingers where she so obviously wants them.
“Fuckingspeak, Holly.” I push the tip of my finger inside. Barely.
She squeezes her eyes shut. “Pleasetouch me.”
“Talk to me. How do you want it?”
“Inside…” She’s panting. “Put your fingers inside. Please.”
“Atta girl. You look so pretty when you beg.” I sink two fingers inside her.Sweet and warm.“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet already. I can feel it all over my fingers.”
There isn’t much room in the back of this bloody useless car, and the angle isn’t great either, but all of that ceases to matter when I push them in deeper and she moans my name out loud.
I need to inject that sound into my bloodstream.
I bury my face between her legs, moaning the second my lips close over her slick lips. I flick her clit with my tongue andfuck. She tastes like a fuckingdream. I’ve fantasized about going down on Holly for longer than I can even remember. Day and night, obsessing over what she would taste like. I’ve thought about spreading her legs and spitting on her clit. Pushing my tongue inside till she’s all I can taste. I want to eat her out till she fucking passes out.
She keeps mumbling my name, gripping the edges of the leather seat. I stop teasing and start licking her like I mean it. Her moans get louder. I clamp my hand over her mouth and my tongue presses down against her clit. She bites my palm.
I hiss, pulling my hand back.
She looks down at me, her pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed red with heat. She smiles. “Sorry.”
She is not sorry at all. “Don’t be,” I say. My fingers keep pumping in and out as I climb over her. I tug the neck of her sweater down and trail my tongue down the soft curve of her neck. Slow and deliberate. Then, I bite. “I bite back.”
After that, it’s pretty much a blur. Her lips on mine. Mine on hers. We kiss with closed mouths, then tongues again. I flip her over on the seat so that she’s lying down. My knee is pressed between her legs, I unbutton my pants, she pulls off my shirt.
Her eyes widen. “What thefuckis this?”
