I had to resist the urge to slap him. I remembered that night clearly. I was getting ready to go help Drake in the kitchens, and he came into the room, locked the door, and commanded me to undress while he did the same. His forcefulness had turned me on, and I had been more than sated by the time I went down to the kitchens.
“You had no right spying on us! Why the hell would you have jumped him?” I seethed with clenched fists.
“I learned a lot that day,” he explained. “Like I know you melt when you’re kissed here.” He lowered his head and kissed the skin below my ear. “Or how you shiver slightly when you're nibbled on here.” He nibbled on my ear, causing me to shudder. “Or how you tense up but in a good way when you're lightly stroked here.” He then proceeded to run his fingertips lightly against my abdomen.
My stomach clenched, and my toes curled. I was in a state of shock that he was even talking to me or touching me so knowingly. My brain wanted me to lash out at him and tell him to go to Hades. My body had a mind of its own.
I barely resisted when he pulled me over to a supply closet. As soon as the door was closed, his hungry mouth was on my own. His hands were diving below my shirt and palming my breast.
“I don’t know you,” I feebly tried to push him away.
“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered as his warm lips found my throat. “Our bodies want this.”
“We can’t be ruled by our bodies. I love my men,” I insisted as I balled his shirt into my hands.
I felt him stiffen slightly before he was pulling my shirt over my head. “That’s why we should do this. A, it’s going to feel amazing, and B, we need our gifts back.”
I was angry at him for reminding me of that, and I was seething about the whole situation. I pulled his shirt up over his head as he lifted me up with both of his hands on my rear. He pushed me against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed my bra up and lifted me slightly higher so his lips could capture my breast. He nipped at me to the point of pain, and when I hissed, he pulled my nipples into his mouth, soothing them.
I ran my hands across his broad shoulder, his skin was like molten lava beneath my fingertips. I didn’t want to like the feel of his skin against my hand. I dug my hands into his hair. It was cut too short for me to tug at it. I dug my nails into his head instead.
He chuckled softly before he lowered me back down. “S
uch a wild vixen,” he ran his lips down my chest and to my stomach; licking, sucking, and nibbling along the way.
I protested briefly when his hands found the top of my cargo pants. He nipped my hip when I pushed against him, stilling me effectively. He pulled my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. I watched him kiss the crease between my thighs and pubic bone.
I bit my lip to prevent a sound from escaping my throat. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as his mouth found my warmth. His tongue licked me with expertise.
“Open your eyes,” he gently commanded me in between my lips. “Watch me.”
I closed my eyes tighter and felt his lips and mouth leave me.
“Watch me or I’ll stop. I don’t want you to mistake who is between your thighs,” he said with steel in his tone.
I wanted to tell him to eff off, but my body was traitorous. It wanted to feel what he could do to me.
I reluctantly opened my eyes and looked down. He chuckled mockingly before he placed his mouth back over my core. It was erotic to watch him and to see the singlemindedness and seemingly satisfaction he got doing the act. Soon I felt the rise of my desire climbing up. The climb reminded me of a roller coaster before it gets to a steep hill, the tension had my body strung tight. Then when I thought I could no longer stand the anticipation any longer, I was speeding down the hill and crying out as the passion unfurled.
The residual languidness wasn’t even gone before he was standing once more, lifting me and placing me on one of the plastic carts used to push supplies around. He drove into me without me even realizing that he had dropped his pants and boxers.
I bit his shoulder, angry at him. Mad at myself. It shouldn’t feel this good. I shouldn’t like what he was doing to me. He was my connection, but I didn’t want him in my life. He took a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back.
“You're so damn tight,” he groaned out. “Hate me all you want, but your body can’t deny me. Your body loves feeling me doesn’t it?” he asked huskily in my ear.
I made a sound of denial in my throat as he continued to drive in and out of me with the intent to punish me most deliciously.
“Liar,” he hissed. “Tell me your body wants me.”
“No,” I denied even as my hands grabbed his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his rear, pulling him closer and trying to anchor myself from sliding across the cart.
“Little liar,” he nipped the skin between my shoulders and neck.
I cried out as his movements intensified. I was surprised to find my body responding to him once more. I barely had time to brace myself as I fell apart around him, crying out into his shoulder. He groaned above me, and I could feel him come undone as well. Bright, painful lights exploded behind my eyes, and I cried out, grasping my head. Tremors coursed through me and I felt an uncontrollable shaking take ahold of me.
He muttered a curse as he fell to his knees. “What is going on?” he hissed out between clenched teeth.
I couldn’t even answer him as I felt darkness shroud over me.