Fangs for Nothing (The Fangover 2)

He shifted closer, and her eyes met his. Again, he expected to see caution and doubt in her eyes, but instead he saw something almost like tentative hope in her unblinking gaze.

He risked moving closer still and slowly reached out to touch her cheek.

“I know you still don’t trust me, but I honestly don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to be totally honest with you. I really want to kiss you.”

She managed to surprise him again. “I really want to kiss you, too.”

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JOSIE LYNN COULDN’T believe she had told him that, or that she was leaning in to meet his lips. A part of her kept repeating this was a terrible, terrible idea and she was bound to get hurt. But another part, which at the moment was being much louder and making much more sense, kept telling her to take a risk, go with it, enjoy this moment.

She liked the second voice’s advice better.

And when Drake’s lips captured her, she liked it even more. Damn, this man could kiss.

His mouth molded to hers like it had been made just for her. She couldn’t remember a kiss quite like his, so perfect, so earth-shattering, so . . .

Dangerous, the party-pooper voice stated.

Then Drake’s tongue slipped over her lips, tasting her. Then deeper. Then she didn’t care if this was dangerous, she just wanted the moment to continue. Her tongue found his, and he moaned, pinning her against the door. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her tightly against him, his muscular body hard and heavy and delicious against hers. Her arms looped around his neck and she could feel the brush of his hair against her fingers.

“Damn, you make me crazy,” he murmured against her lips.

Crazy, that was exactly what this was. But she didn’t want to stop, and clearly, neither did he as his hand slid down her hip to hike up the hem of his shirt. His fingers, rough from playing guitar, she supposed, stroked over her bare upper thigh. The sensation was thrilling, those roughened fingertips strong and masculine, just like the rest of him.

“I want to go slow,” he whispered, but even in her haze of desire, she knew want was the operative word. Slow wasn’t going to happen for either of them. It was as if they’d finally admitted this enormous attraction and nothing was going to stop them from being together. Not even the luxury of exploring each other’s bodies. They’d take the luxury next time.

Next time. Was she even sure there would be a next time?

Stop thinking, the lust-driven side of her brain told her. Just feel. Just f**k.

Drake’s brain seemed to be telling him the same thing, because his hand slipped between her thighs, nudging her tiny lace panties aside to rub the already-wet flesh underneath. She gasped, arching against him. He growled, finding her swollen clit, circling it with his thumb as a finger slid inside her. Then another finger.

She dug her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, angling her hips upward to afford him better access, deeper access.

“You are so hot and wet. I have to taste you,” he said, his already-raspy voice a low rumble. She made a dismayed noise as his fingers left her throbbing sex.

He smiled at the sound, that naughty grin of his making her ache even more.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ll be right back down there. Believe me.”

His talented fingers then moved to the buttons of his shirt, flicking each one open until he reached the belt she wore. It only took him moments for that to hit the floor with a muffled thud. Then he parted the shirt, exposing her to his hungry eyes.

Josie Lynn was not a thin girl. She had full, heavy br**sts, a slight curve to her belly, and flared hips. And Drake looked like he wanted to gobble up every part of her.

“You are absolutely perfect,” he said, his voice, husky and worshipping.

God, she loved the look in his dark, intense eyes. She felt perfect.

He ducked his head, capturing one of her rosy ni**les between his lips. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it, until again she was arching her back, demanding more. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

But he still managed to shift away to lavish attention on her other breast as his hand returned to stroke between her thighs. She cried out as her orgasm hit her, sudden and fierce like a wild summer thunderstorm. Powerful, electric. She sagged against the door, weak from the intensity of it. But Drake wasn’t about to allow her respite.

She watched in a daze of ecstasy as he slowly dropped to his knees. She registered the creak of Zelda’s plastic pants as he did so. At another time that might have made her laugh, but right now, all she could think about was that his face was level with her wet pu**y.

He leaned close and breathed in as if he was savoring the scent of her juices, the action so erotic that even with her forceful release, she was instantly aroused again.

He smiled up at her as if he could instantly tell when she became ready for him again.

Then, his eyes still locked with hers, he leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue up the slit of her moist, swollen lips. Josie Lynn made a noise deep in her throat. Nothing had ever been so sensual, so utterly sexy as watching him taste her like that. He did it again, penetrating her lips deeper and again deeper still until he found her aching clit. Then all attention remained there.

Again she sank her hands into his hair, this time to steady herself, really to support herself, because her legs felt like Jell-O. He lapped and sucked until she came. Then came again.

“Oh God,” she moaned mindlessly, pinned to the door with his weight against her legs and his mouth between her thighs.

“Please,” she begged, not totally sure what she was begging for. He was already giving her more pleasure than she’d even thought possible. Yet she continued to beg. “Please.”

But he seemed to understand what she wanted, even if she didn’t, because after one final parting lick over her, he rose.

She watched again, helpless to do anything else as he stripped off his T-shirt to reveal his muscled chest smattered with just enough dark hair to make him look ridiculously manly. Then he shucked off the turquoise pants, kicking them aside.

Josie Lynn had already seen his cock, although she hadn’t allowed herself the chance to truly admire it. Now she did. He was large and thick, jutting up against his lower belly.

Even as spent as she should have been, she wanted that inside her. She wanted him to stretch and fill her.

He smiled again as if he had this amazing ability to read her thoughts. He caught one of her legs, lifting it up around his hips so he could situate himself between her thighs again. This time with his body. Then he caught her other leg and picked her up.