Wicked Sexy (Wicked Games #2)(71)

He whispers it into my ear, pressing me against the wall of the elevator, his big body hard and hot against mine. I feel his heart hammering against his breastbone, hear the need in his voice, smell the masculine scent of his skin, and wonder if anything else will ever be as good as this.

Our lips meet. It’s anything but gentle.

I’m panting. Greedy for him. Wanting him inside me so bad, I’m trembling. He grabs my ass and grinds his pelvis against mine. His other hand gathers my hair. He wraps it around his wrist and uses it to hold my head in place while his tongue plunders my mouth.

The elevator slows to a stop, and the doors open. I open my eyes, and he’s staring down at me with this ravenous, adoring look, like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of him either.

I say brokenly, “Connor.”

“I know. Me too.”

He kisses me one last time and then takes my hand and tugs me out of the elevator and down the hall. I follow him, almost tripping over my own feet in my rush. When we get to the door, he fumbles for the card key in his pocket, curses when I press my breasts against his back and reach around to stroke him, stiff and ready under his zipper.

He gets the door open, drags me inside, pushes me against the wall. The door slams shut. He pulls my shirt off over my head and tosses it aside. He bends down, takes my breast into his mouth, and bites.

It’s soft at first, a nip just under the puckered bud of my nipple, but when I groan and arch into his mouth, Connor presses down harder until it stings. I cry out, loving the feel of his teeth against my tender flesh, loving it even more when he gentles and strokes his tongue over the place he just bit.

“More?” he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips.

“More,” I beg. I’m instantly rewarded. He nips a stinging path all around my nipple, following each bite with a tender stroke of his tongue, so I’m overwhelmed with the cycle of pain/pleasure. I writhe against him, whispering yes yes yes as he moves to my other breast and repeats the process. When he finally raises his head, both my breasts are stinging and slick, and I’m wet between my legs like I’ve never been.

He demands, “Tell me what you want.”

“You. Everything. Anything. Please.”

My breathless pleading makes him growl softly in pleasure. “Get naked. And then get on the bed.”

The intensity in his eyes and voice make my pulse fly. I quickly strip. When I go to the bed and sit on the edge, Connor shakes his head. “On your knees, princess,” he says, his voice husky, and my pulse goes haywire.

I get on all fours and look at him over my shoulder. He walks closer, watching me. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. “Look at that beautiful *,” he whispers, staring between my legs.

My face flushes. I’ve never been looked at like this. I’ve never displayed myself like this, and I’m shocked at how much I enjoy his devouring gaze roaming over my naked body. I feel both vulnerable and powerful, which is confusing, exciting, and the most addicting thing I’ve ever felt.

Connor stands at the edge of the bed. He reaches between my legs and lightly strokes me there, eliciting a soft whimper from me. Our eyes lock. He says, “Stay still and be quiet,” and then slowly pushes a finger inside my slick heat.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

Gently he works his finger in and out, until I’m pushing back against his hand and gripping the blanket, my eyes closed. When he slides his finger over my throbbing clit, I moan.

He smacks me on the ass.

I jump, gasping.

“Quiet,” he warns, and goes back to stroking me.

Now my ass is stinging along with both my breasts. If he smacks me again, I think I’ll come instantly.

Connor goes to his knees. His big hands slide up the backs of my thighs. I feel the warm, soft wetness of his tongue tease the fold between my * and my thigh, and stop breathing.

His tongue caresses me, teasing all around the outside of my *, until finally he spreads me open with his thumbs and suckles my clit between his lips.

I cry out in pleasure, arching my back. One second later, Connor smacks my ass again.

But he doesn’t pull away. He’s got his face between my spread legs, eating my * while spanking my ass. I think I might die right now of sheer bliss.

I buck against his mouth. He slaps me again. It makes me moan again, and I get another sharp, stinging blow on my bottom. “Connor,” I gasp. “Please.”

“You can’t come yet,” he growls, and then sinks his teeth into my thigh.

I bury my face into the blanket and whimper.

He plays with me, taking his time, running his hands over my thighs and ass, up my spine, all the while murmuring words of adoration.

Beautiful.

So sweet, so wet.

Look at this—perfect.

God, you make me crazy.

I don’t pay attention to the words themselves. It’s the reverent tone they’re spoken in that move me, the way he’s so completely into this. Into me. It makes me feel safe and beautiful and reckless. At this moment he could tell me to do anything, and I would.

“Your cock,” I beg. “I need your cock.”

“And you’ll get it, sweetheart. But I’m not done playing yet.”

In one swift move, he flips me over so I’m on my back. My legs are spread open. My * is drenched. My nipples are hard and aching.