Page 56 of Due Process
Bullseye! Cue food fight.
Screams and squeals ensued, icing and batter flying in all directions. I couldn’t help but crumble in laughter.
Four sets of eyes swung to me in the archway.
I backed away step by cautious step, raising my hands. “Nope.No.”
“Get her!” Eli screamed.
I ran, but didn’t get far. I was soon covered in cream and sugar alongside the rest and decided to join in the fight.
Naturally, it was every man for himself. In between all the ruckus, Curtis chased me down the deserted corridor, pinning me to the wall in his haste.
Giggles wracked my body as I smeared cake all over his face. In retaliation, he grabbed my wrists and anchored them above my head with one firm hand, and with the other, he gripped my chin.
“Surrender,” he said, all manly and rough. The tone sent a shiver skating down my spine.
“Never,” I whispered, twisting against him, half-heartedly trying to break free.
However, that move was my undoing. Curtis aligned his front to mine, pinning me to the wall to prevent my escape, causing my neurotransmitters to spark from the added contact.
Laughter abruptly died in my throat as a moan threatened to release instead.
It was all fun and games until lust decided to take over. And looking up into his eyes, I knew he had been consumed in the fire right alongside me. Our chests collided while heat steadily warmed my body.
As if transfixed, Curtis’ gaze flicked over my face, settling on my tongue that popped out to lick the icing from the corner of my mouth.
Sugar burst over my taste buds, causing a whimper to push past my lips. He pressed his thumb against the seam, skating back and forth as if to capture the sound.
His touch was additive, all-consuming anddelicious. I had to steal a taste.
On the next stroke, I opened my mouth and skimmed my tongue against the pad of his thumb.
His breath hitched, eyes turning black with desire as he tentatively pressed his finger inside, seeking the wet heat of my mouth.
I easily complied, heightened and keyed up. I sucked on his thumb, lapping at the sweet coat of icing, eagerly swallowing it down, searching for more.
He rhythmically pushed in and out.In and out.The pad skating against my tongue, feeding me everything I’d ever want.
Hence why I couldn’t resist when my body began gyrating against his, seeking his added weight.
Curtis’ eyes lapsed shut. “Fuck, baby…If you keep doing that, I’m going to lose control,” he said, tone husky and raw.
Moving quickly, I tugged my hands out of his grip, curled them around the base of his neck and pulled down. “Lose control, Curt.Lose yourself in me.”
Those words were the unleashing of my feral monster.
Curtis growled and closed the one-inch gap between us. His lips met mine in a clash of aching desire.
He drank down my groans as I soaked in his possessive touch.
His palms skirted over my frame, lowering down and around to my ass, massaging and pulling me deeper into him, his solid cock pressing against my centre in both threat and promise.
God, I wanted him. I had never wanted anything more in my life.
That connection was more than sexual; it was a natural calling to something deeper. I held no fear, only necessity.
A high-pitched squeal from the living room whipped us back to the present.
