A Wicked Song (Brilliance Trilogy 2) - Page 38

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Kace’s hand splays widely between my shoulder blades, molding me close, my breasts against the hard wall of his chest. “We’re here,” he says, “we’re alone. Let the rest go. Let it all go.”

My fingers curl on his shoulders, the heat of his body rushing over me. “I’m trying. I’m just—”

His hand cups my head and he kisses me, a slow slide of tongue seducing me while his fingers deftly unhook the clasp at my back. “Right now,” he says, “we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. You and me, together. Believe that.”

“What if I drag you to hell, Kace?”

“More like you dragged me out of hell, baby,” he says. “And I thought I was there to stay.”

“What if I’m the devil in all the details?”

“Then hell hath no fury like a man chasing a woman.”

“You aren’t chasing me.”

He leans in and kisses my neck, his breath a sweet, warm tease as he whispers, “Run and find out, baby.” He drags my bra down, and then his fingers are on my nipples, arousal warming my skin and pooling heat low in my belly.

My fingers curl on his arm and I pant out a soft breath.

He shackles my hips, his powerful legs back to caging mine, his gaze doing a hot sweep over my naked breasts, his fingers gently, oh so gently, teasing one of my nipples. I suck in a breath, drawing in air, heat spreading low, a fan across my belly.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“You know what I’m thinking about.”

“Tell me,” he orders, working the zipper to my pants.

“You.”

His hand slides over my face, down my side, over my hip, settling there, a flex to his fingers. “What are you thinking about, Aria?” he repeats, and it’s not a question. I quiver inside at the erotic command, surprisingly enticed by this game he’s playing, we’re playing, and it is a game.

“You,” I say. “Nothing but you.”

Amber heat flecks in his deep blue stare and he nuzzles my neck before his lips travel a delicious path to my ear. “Where do you want my mouth?”

My sex clenches and heat floods my body at the bold question. “Kace—” I whisper and I’m not sure if his name is a question or a plea.

“That’s not an answer,” he says, and I am quickly pinned in his smoldering stare. “Where do you want my mouth?”

My belly trembles. “My mouth.”

He leans in close, his lips near my lips, his breath a warm tease, that next taste of him just out of reach. “Just your mouth? Only your mouth?”

“No.”

“Where else?” he presses.

My fingers curl on his belly. “Can I just be surprised?”

“You want to be surprised?”

“Yes.”

His fingers twine in my hair, a rough erotic tug, that draws my eyes to his. “Then I have your permission to put my mouth anywhere I want to?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“Do I have permission, Aria?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, impatiently now. I’m eager. I’m burning alive. “Yes you can put your mouth wherever you like, just do it. Do it now.”

“What about my hands?”

“Yes. What are you doing, Kace?”

“Giving you something to think about.” He releases my hair and his hands caress over my shoulders, teasing a path over my fingers. His hands fall away, and I crave their return. He’s doesn’t immediately give me what I want. He lets me burn. I reach for him. He presses my hands to the wall. “Wait,” he orders.

“Wait for what?”

“Until I tell you to touch me.”

“Don’t you want me to touch you?”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

‘Yes.”

“Then wait.” He releases my hands and presses them to the wall, his legs lifting from my legs. “What are you thinking?”

My lashes lower with the fury of my body’s need. “That this game is dangerous.”

His slides a finger under my chin, willing me to look at him. “Why is it dangerous?”

“Because I want to hurt you for teasing me.”

His lips twitch. “Is that right?”

“Do you doubt me?”

“I don’t doubt you one little bit.”

His finger slides over my lip. “Better?”

“No.”

His hands wrap my waist. “Better now?”

“Not yet,” I say, breathless now.

He lowers his heads and licks my nipple. I gasp and when he suckles it, I arch my back and my fingers dive into this thick, lush locks. He heads lifts, his eyes burning amber, and when I think he might deny me his touch he doesn’t. His hands slide under my waistline, caressing my pants down, my panties with them, and with remarkable ease on his part, I am naked and he’s on a knee in front of me. His hands grip my hips, his lips press to my belly. I moan with the intensity of my reaction, with the anticipation of where his mouth might go next.

His eyes lift and find mine, and when I shiver, he gives me what I burn for. His tongue does a wicked slide over my clit but when I reach for him again, he suddenly stands up, pressing my hands to the wall. “I told you not to touch until I said so, and you agreed. There’s a price for that. Always.”

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