Page 10 of The Sting of Love
A game I’ve decided I like and my body has become a willing participant in. Ready to play some more.
“It’s your turn, doll…” he whispers, and his warm, sexy breath tickles my nose. My lips part, and I stare up at him.
My turn. It’s my turn to do what I want.What do I want to do to him?
My gaze flicks over his delicious lips, and I don’t think anymore. I act. Impulse drives me to what I want, making me push up to the tips of my toes and meet his lips once more.
This time when our lips meet, the kiss is greedy and wild. He slips his hand behind my head to deepen the kiss, and it becomes explosive.
Fuck…
The start of an orgasm claws at the edge of my belly, making me crave this man I just met. This man who tastes like sex and fire, hunger, and danger. I want it all, and I want him to give it to me.
He sweeps his tongue over mine, and we kiss like our lives depend on it. He holds me to him, and I don’t know how the hell he manages to exercise so much control and not allow desire to carry him away, but he does and stops once again.
I’m glad he can think for the both of us because I can’t.
A sexy smile tips the corners of his sensual lips, and I expect him to release the hold he has on me, except he doesn’t. He moves closer, like he’s going to kiss me again but looms before my eyes.
“Bella, it’s my turn. I can see you like this game.”
I answer with a soft whimper, and his eyes drop down to the rise and fall of my chest. He stares openly at my breasts, arousing me even more.
He returns his focus to my eyes and slides his fingers through my hair. “What I want is to push you up against that wall,” he says and moves in closer until his nose brushes lightly along mine. “I want to strip off your clothes so I can taste you everywhere. Then I want to fuck you until you scream my name.”
My eyes go wide.
Jesus… the men I’m used to would never speak like that. I always go for the guys who seem like they’d be the good husbandly types you imagine taking care of you for the rest of your life. That’s my mother’s influence, even though she married my father, the wild artist who took her to Paris and eloped.
I definitely had it all wrong because damn it to hell does his idea sound amazing. That smile returns to his face, and he presses his nose against mine.
“Bella, if you don’t want that, then you need to stop me now, and we’ll go back inside and continue drinking. What happens next, doll?”
The ball is in my court, and my body is screaming for him. I don’t want to stop him. I don’t want to go back to drinking or go back to the woman I was when I first walked through the doors of the club.
I can’t.
I’m already addicted to the hunger in his eyes. But can I do this? Sleep with a stranger?
We just met.
Can I have sex with a man I just met?
I’ve never had a one-night stand before. I hardly believe in kissing on the first date, and look at me thinking of breaking two rules all at once.
I think I want him too badly to say no. This year has been shit, and I want to feel good. Driven wild with desire and this insanely attractive man’s thirst for me, I answer him with a kiss. It’s a kiss that speaks of all I want him to do to me and all that I want to do to him.
As he pushes me against the wall, though, I know I probably won’t get any form of chance to touch him the way my traitorous body wants me to explore him. I’m paralyzed with desire and the hunger for him to take me.
“Slow, Bella. Slowly. I want to enjoy you.” He nips at my earlobe and presses his large hand to the flat of my stomach sending the nest of butterflies into a frenzy.
The gentle breeze lifts a lock of my hair and curls it over his shoulder reminding me that we’re practically outside. My God, as if this wasn’t wild enough. We’re out here, and while I can’t see anyone on the beach, that doesn’t mean there won’t be anybody coming along.
Do I care though?
The answer comes when he slips the little straps of my dress down my shoulders. He pushes the dress down past my breasts, and it drifts down to the ground to pool at my feet.
I moan low when Donny kisses his way from my neck to my chest, and I push my head against the wall, arching my back when he fills his palms with my breasts.
