I had no idea where it might lead, but I didn’t care.
I just melted into the sensation.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ezmeray
“Is that all?” I asked after a moment, too aware of his intense gaze on me as his fingers continued to massage into my tight, sore muscles.
“All?” he asked, eyes getting heated.
“From… you know… what you need from me?” I asked, mouth going dry as that gaze just seemed to blaze through my skin and warm everything up beneath.
“No,” he said, voice lower, deeper. “No, that’s not all I need from you,” he said as his hand moved to the back of my neck once again, gripping hard, and using it to pull me up with him as he got to his feet.
His lips were on mine before I was even fully standing.
There wasn’t even a hesitation before my arms were going around the back of his neck, crushing my chest to his as his lips deepened the kiss.
Maybe this was a terrible idea.
Maybe there would be consequences I hadn’t even thought of yet.
But I was choosing, just this once, to put myself and my desires first.
To hell with what came of it.
I very much doubted it could be worse than what I’d already endured in life.
Brio’s lips nipped my lower one just to the point of pain, using my slight gasp to allow his tongue to move inside and claim mine.
Desire thrummed through my system, making my chest feel tight and my head fuzzy as an intense, unyielding ache started between my thighs.
Brio’s hands slid down my back, the touch hard, possessive, sliding down my spine, moving out to my hips, then slipping inward and moving down to cup my ass for a moment before heading back up.
Against his lips, a low, desperate whimper escaped me as I felt the proof of his desire pressing against my lower stomach.
My greedy hands started to roam then, exploring the width of his shoulders, the slope of his back, the strength of his arms.
Brio’s hands slid down once again, sinking into my ass, holding me against him as he turned, moving to sit down on the bed and pulling me to straddle him.
My hips sank down onto his lap, feeling his cock press against the juncture of my thighs.
There was no stopping my shameless hip roll, and my lips broke from his on a whimper as his cock rubbed against my clit through my pants.
Brio’s lashes fluttered open and his eyes were molten when they met mine.
His hands sank into my hips, using them to make my hips do another roll that had my breath sucking inward, making a low, rumbling noise move through him.
“Want more?” he asked.
Consent was such a foreign concept to me anymore that I had to lean forward to press my lips into his neck to hide the glassiness of my eyes as I nodded.
Yes, God, yes, I wanted more.
I wanted everything he could give me.
That rumble noise moved through his chest and vibrated into mine as his hands moved to gather the hem of my shirt, then started pulling it upward.
A shiver coursed through me as the cool air hit my overheated skin.
His hands glided across the smooth skin of my back, and a strange sensation on his fingertips made me wonder if maybe the backs of his hands weren’t the only places with scars.
Though how he would get them on his fingertips was a real mystery.
All I knew was they created a strange, new sensation that only managed to make the desire become an even more insistent pressure in my lower stomach as his fingers whispered up my back to undo the clasp of my strapless bra, then slide down the sides of my body, teasing over my ribs, then the outer sides of my breasts.
Just when I thought his palm would close over me, they moved backward, bracing behind my shoulder blades as his body shifted forward, making mine arch backward until my weight was in his hands.
Only then did his lips rip from mine, his head ducking, then his lips closing over one of my nipples, rolling his tongue around it until it twisted into a tighter bud.
A shudder racked my system, making that rumbling noise move through Brio again as his lips moved across my chest to continue the torment.
Just when I was sure he was going to seal his lips over mine again, though, he was suddenly knifing up and twisting our bodies so mine landed on the mattress with him braced above me.
Only then did his lips claim mine again. Harder. Hungrier.
They ripped away, leaving my lips feeling swollen and tingly as he kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, then back and down between my breasts, down over my belly, only pausing when he reached the waistband of my slacks.
He pressed back onto his heels then, his hungry gaze moved over me for a long moment before his hands slid down my sides then across my belly to undo the button and zipper of my pants.