Untamed (158 page)

He presses his body against mine, and I can feel his hardness pressing through his pants right at my belly. I have this uncontrollable urge to reach down and cup his crotch, to feel his excitement, his desire for me.

But he doesn’t let my hands down. Instead, he takes my lower lip and bites it, before kissing across the side of my face toward my ear, then down my neck. I’m shivering at the delicate sensations, his soft and deft lips teasing my skin, encouraging my growing lust.

His hands run down my arms, down my sides, setting my hands free. I wrap them around his wide back, pull him tighter on to me, love that I can smell him, that I can feel his heat radiating into my body.

A loud ding sounds, and the doors slide open, and I make to pretend we weren’t doing anything in case someone is on the other side, but he doesn’t care. He just keeps kissing me.

And then he’s got my hand in his, and he’s pulling me down the corridor to his apartment. It feels like forever as we walk, and then he’s unlocking the door, yanks me inside, shuts the door hard, drops the pizza box, and then pushes me up against the wall, claiming my lips in his again.

I’m whimpering, moaning, sighing, panting. I feel like an animal. I feel out of control.

And… and I like it.

“Come on,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. He pulls me through his apartment in the dark, kicking off his shoes as he does so. I do the same.

He takes me to the bathroom, and there blasts the shower, filling it with steam. Then he’s on me again, taking off my clothes, pulling up my top. He throws it outside onto the floor, and his hot hands are roaming up and down my body, devouring every inch of my skin.

I take his shirt off, undo the buttons as fast as I can, and then run my hands inside the open sides, feeling the hard ridges of his muscle, the fleshy firmness of his chest. I feel his hard nipples on my palms, and all the while I’ve got my tongue in his mouth, dancing with his. We’re mashing mouths, sharing saliva, breathing into each other.

I feel my bra unclip, and let it fall off my arms, baring my breasts to him. His pupils grow larger, and the expression on his face becomes hungrier. He cups my breasts in his hands, squeezing them, kneading them, before lowering his head and taking one of my stiff nipples into his mouth.

I groan as he sucks on it, bites it, rolls it around, tongues it. I run my hands through his hair, grip onto it, pull at it, pull him against me so that he sucks on my nipple harder.

His fingers make their way down over my stomach, and then they’re at the button to my jeans. He gets down to his knees, kisses me down my belly, and then he uses his mouth to undo the button to my jeans.

I laugh. That was unexpected.

With his teeth, he pulls my jeans down, and with his hands he helps me step out of them. Then he brings his face back up, just in front of my sex, hovering just an inch away.

He looks up my body, and his piercing eyes meet mine. He is so utterly into me, there’s no mistaking that. Feeling desired gives me confidence, and I bite my lip, nod at him. He takes the elastic of my panties by his teeth and begins to pull it down my legs.

“You dog,” I say. I watch as he does it, study his face as he looks at my sex while I step out of my underwear. He is starving for it, starving for me.

He needs me.

Chapter Seventeen