Uppercut Princess (The Heights Crew #1)(76)

He doesn’t need any other invitation than that. His lips slam into mine, moving us back several paces before he steadies us. He kisses me like a man starved, his hands capturing the back of my head to hold me in place. He devours me. Attraction radiates through every lick, nip, and stroke.

One arm bands around my back and lifts. I bend my legs, pressing my thighs into his hips as he walks me into the bedroom. We stand there, each devouring one another until he breaks the kiss, pressing his lips down my neck and collarbone. I breathe out, biting my lip as shivers overtake my body. I start to rock into him, and he pauses, moaning against my skin. “Fuck me.”

“I intend to,” I say, smiling.

He pulls back, caught off guard. He presses a chaste kiss to my collarbone. “One day, but not now.”

I pout, and he grins.

He presses a finger into my lip, effectively stopping me from asking why. “Today, I want to taste. You told me I can kiss and touch, and I’m taking full advantage of that fact, Princess.”

He lowers me to the bed, my back landing on the soft sheets while he stands between my legs. He places one knee between my thighs and leans over, kissing the base of my throat, and then trailing his nose down my body, making a flush of heat follow him wherever he goes. When he gets to the tops of my jeans, he leans back, using his hands to make quick work of the button and zipper. I lift my ass as he pulls them down, taking his time, trailing his fingers down my legs as he frees one foot first then the other.

Leaning over me again, he kisses a trail across my abdomen, then moves up, moving my shirt with him. When he gets to my bra, he uses his hands to move it up and over my breasts until he’s helping me pull the shirt off. He tosses it to the side and stares down at me. His gaze lingers. I don’t have anything he hasn’t seen before, but the way he stares at me makes me feel like I do. He makes me feel special, wanted.

First, he rails his finger along the curve of my bra, lips chasing his soft stroke until he’s pushed the cup aside and captured my nipple in his mouth.

I buck off the bed. “Fuck.”

He presses me back down, trailing his lips down my front until he hovers over my drenched panties. He slides them off with the same care he did my pants.

My heart lurches in my chest. I’m not a virgin. I’m not a stranger to sex, but this is different. I’ve always been a in-the-heat-of-the-moment-I-just-want-that-release kind of girl. I want the high of breaking apart, and my partners were only too willing to give that to me.

This is something much different. His heart is in every move he makes. He’s not just chasing his own release, he’s making this about me.

He traces his hands up my thighs, then pushes down until I’m bared to him. Even though everything I have is just waiting for him to ogle, he stares into my face. He keeps my gaze as he leans down, his hot breath hitting my core. My hips arch off the bed. “Oh God.”

He smooths his hand along my stomach, fingers spreading wide over my skin, and when he finally darts his tongue out, he closes his eyes as if he’s taken his first breath of fresh air in years. “Mmm,” he murmurs.

Fuck. This is too much.

He slides his other hand under my ass, propping me up to him like I’m his last meal. He sweeps his tongue over my clit, and my whole body trembles. He nuzzles me, taking his time in deciding where to taste next. Where to devour me. The anticipation is almost too much. He presses a soft kiss to my fold and then licks a drop of pleasure seeping out of me. “God, Kyla.”

My toes curl. I press my knees to the bed, moving closer to him, silently telling him I want more of what he’s giving me. At this point, I might just come apart with any of his tastes that last longer than a second. Fuck, I might just cream before he does anything.

I whimper, a sound I’m not used to hearing from me during sex, but it’s well deserved. Brawler opens his eyes to watch me. His gaze turns darker, like a dark fire has lit him from within. “You want me,” he says, not a hint of question in his gaze or words.

I can truthfully say I’ve wanted him to touch me more than anyone else I’ve ever met. Which makes me think he’s done all this on purpose. The fuck if I care. “I do.”

This time, he locks gazes with me as he gives me exactly what I want: him. If it’s not his tongue devouring me, it’s his blue gaze, heightening the pleasure coursing through me. He’s skilled, his tongue sweeping over me in expert strokes as I cling to the bed for support. He laps at me, hungrily, enjoying this as much as I am. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he flicks his tongue over my clit.

It doesn’t take him long to make me cry out. I clutch his shoulders as he barrages my core with more until my limbs relax like useless putty, waiting to be molded into something new.

After I come back down, he slips in beside me, holding me to him. I try to ask him what he wants me to do for him, but he tells me to stop and kisses my temple as he holds me, molding his body around me until neither one of us can tell where one of us begins and the other ends.





27





The next week, we barely bother with school. For me, that’s never been the point of being here other than the fact that I needed to be where the Crew was. Since they’re always around me now, and we have more important things to worry about than our grade in English, we don’t even pretend to care we’re missing out on it.