The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(7)
She would have complained if he didn’t kiss her harder, stealing her words before she could form them. He let go of her wrist to caress her back and then found the hooks to her bra. He undid it one-handed as his other hand tightened in her hair once more.
For a man who was supposed to be rusty, he was doing a pretty damn good job of being suave. He wasn’t giving her any chance to argue, to complain about the lack of touching on her part.
She did go after a law degree for a reason.
Alaine liked to argue a point more than just about anyone.
But any argument she had died on her tongue when he pulled off her bra, tossing it aside like a casualty of war, and then dropped to his knees in front of her. She was still choking on her shock when he ran his hands up her bare back and then used his hold on her to force Alaine to arch into him. She heard the low, purely indulgent groan slip past Chuito’s lips right before he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
The gasp of pleasure caught in her throat, so powerful and overwhelming she almost closed her eyes against it, but she didn’t. The image of Chuito in front of her, his eyes rolling back as if he was enjoying sucking on her tits as much as she enjoyed letting him, was the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life.
Her knees got weak in the face of it, but he tightened his hold, keeping her on her feet. His tongue darted out, licking at the pink, pebbled tip like he couldn’t resist as he moaned, “Co?o, you’re sexy.”
Alaine had never heard someone refer to her as sexy before. Now, hearing it from Chuito of all people, made her almost believe it. So she threaded her hands into his hair, holding him to her, letting him indulge even though the way he did it made it seem like a sin just as he claimed.
She no longer cared if it was or not.
He told her once that if she was willing to buy a ticket to hell with him, he might reconsider his stance on the two of them. In that one wild and drunken moment, she was willing to get on board and never look back.
And Alaine was raised to fear hell more than anyone.
It was just that good.
So much so she had to close her eyes against it and feel his hands on her body and his mouth on her, hot and wet, making her ache. His hair was coarse against her fingers. His hands were rough against her sensitive skin. Nothing about him was soft, and that was exactly how she wanted it.
They were both breathing heavily. Little broken gasps of pleasure were slipping past her lips. Alaine’s skin was dewy, though she didn’t know if it was from the pleasure or the tequila.
The tease was torturous, but she didn’t care, because she wanted this moment to last forever. She tugged his hair and caressed his face and let her hands run over the broad length of his shoulders. When his teeth would graze her just right, her nails would sink in as if on their own accord, and all he would do was let out one of those low, masculine grunts of pleasure that sent a shimmer of excitement into her limbs.
She wanted to touch him more, to run her lips over his magnificent body that had always fascinated her, and finally it got to be too much. “Can I?” she asked as she tried to slip to her knees with him, but he held Alaine there, forcing her to stay on her feet. She tugged his head back, and waited until he was staring up at her. “Let me, Chu.”
He didn’t fight her hold on his hair, but he didn’t respond either. Instead he looked at her with those dark, compelling eyes and silently reached behind her to unhook her skirt and lower the zipper.
“You tell me if you want me to stop,” he said as he slipped those large hands beneath the lining of her panties on either side of her hips and started to lower them along with her skirt. “Okay?”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she assured him with a small, breathy sigh as he exposed the rest of her body.
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the valley between her breasts as he pushed her clothes the rest of the way off. She kicked them aside, and then they just stayed there, with Chuito’s big, powerful arms wrapped around her body as she caressed his hair. She closed her eyes too, letting herself feel his bare skin pressed against hers and his ragged breath fanning over her breast.
Chuito pulled away and stared at her for a long time. He traced his fingers down to her waist, his gaze trained on the thin red strip of hair between her legs. Then his lips were on her again, kissing over her tits, up her chest, and then higher as he got back to his feet. He buried his face in the curve of her neck as if he wasn’t capable of breaking the contact.
Alaine gasped when he cupped her ass, and groaned as if enjoying the way it felt in his hands. The backs of her legs hit her bed, and then she was falling, with Chuito’s imposing weight over her, crushing her to the mattress, making her realize for the first time what six feet two and over two hundred pounds of Puerto Rican alpha male felt like on top of her.
It was better than she’d imagined, and she wrapped her legs around him on instinct as she laced her fingers into his hair once more and dragged Chuito’s mouth to hers again. This time he didn’t resist and kissed her, hard, claiming her mouth with his tongue as he arched into her. She moaned into his mouth at the feel of it.
Just because she wanted to, she grabbed his ass as he had hers. It was such an amazing male ass, firm and round, and completely grabable. He grunted into her mouth, thrusting against her again and letting her feel just how hard and ready he was.
She really wished he wasn’t wearing the darn jeans, but again, before she could complain, he caught her hands. He pushed them above her head, holding her by both wrists, and then pulled back to stare down at her trapped beneath him.