I closed the gap between us, slid my lips over hers, and kissed her. God she was sweet, so goddamn sweet. When she parted her lips on a gasp, I knew what she was asking me for. She was asking me to take. And what do you know, I was a taker. I was also a giver, but she'd find that out soon enough.
God so sweet, but the spice chaser on her was unbelievable. Like every stroke of my tongue was met with a surprise. I licked into her mouth, desperate to know every secret she had, wanting to leave no corner unexplored, wanting to make her just as crazy as she was making me. Wanting to make her beg for it. There was so much I wanted to do with her. Wanted to do to her. But the way my balls were aching just from a kiss, I was not going to be able to hold out. I needed to get some control, slow this train down. Or it was going to be embarrassing for me and disappointing for her.
But there was no slowing down the train because Nyla wrapped her arms around my neck, slid her hands into my hair, and tugged gently. And she moaned.
Fuck. Me. Fucking hell. I wasn't going to make it. My cock twitched against her, and that groan. It just ripped out of me as I dipped my knees slightly so I could capture her mouth better. She was tall, but still much smaller than I was.
Our tongues stroked together, and I slid mine over hers as we parried for control. I thought I was driving, but I wasn't sure I was. Because when I tried to make her play, she teased and darted, making me chase after her. Jesus fucking Christ. Nyla Kincade knew how to kiss. I was the one weak in the knees; I was the one whose head was spinning; I was the one who was losing my shit.
That part of me that screamed danger, the self-preservation part of my brain, didn't even come online because the part of my brain that was now in full control of my body wanted inside her. I wanted to bust open those locks with explosives, lock us both in under all that rubble and never leave. Because I was going to consume her. And she was going to own me.
When she whimpered, it was like that last thread of control I had on myself snapped. And then we were clashing teeth and tongues and hands, tugging at clothes, trying to claw to get closer to each other.
We were desperate. I tugged at the silk blouse that she’d worn on the plane. And she pulled at my shirt. I didn't give a shit about mine. I tore my lips from hers, and I ripped it off in that impatient way that blokes do. With hers, I tried to be gentler. I really did. But still, I heard a rip, and I couldn't find a fuck to give about it. We were just a flurry of need, and finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked her up. My hands over her ass, gripping her soft flesh.
And Christ. She was so tight. Firm in all the right places but still soft. I peeled one eye open to find the nearest surface and found the counter easy enough. When I settled her on it, we were in perfect alignment. My cock to her heat. But God, I needed to get her naked. Now.
I dragged my lips from hers and kissed along her jawline, inhaling her skin. Trying to drag in more of her. Make her part of me. My lips nibbled at her ear, mixed with chaser licks. I finally managed to get the stupid blouse off with some maneuvering and a little help from her. My hand slid up her bare back, up and down her spine over and over. Her skin, Jesus Christ, she was so soft everywhere. Every damn where. God.
Impatiently her hands worked my belt, tugging jerkily. I felt like there was a part of me that should do this gently.
Take her to the bed, easy. Slow.
I wanted to take my time. But the time for slow and easy was long past.
She tore her lips from mine. "Oh my God, East. I just... My hands are shaking."
I had no brain cells. If I was being honest, nothing was working. All I could do was nod mutely and try and help her. Clumsily we worked my belt and yanked it free. Nyla took it and threw it somewhere. And all I heard was a clattering somewhere in her living room. Neither one of us cared though. As my trousers fell down, I made stupid stomping motions to try to get them off and still meld my lips with hers. She was working the button on her trousers. Finally I gave up the fight. One simple flick of the wrist, and there went her bra. I should've had finesse. I should've been gentle. But God, I think I ripped it. I also didn't give a fuck. I stepped back and dragged her trousers down. She lifted her hips, helping me to work them off her ass. When I glanced up, I choked. Jesus Christ she was stunning. Her skin was all warm honey tan, and her breasts were perky. More
