mind felt tipsy, and my body was completely in charge.
“Let me have a little snack before we go to dinner,” he commanded, staring at me with
those wild almost-black eyes. “I’ve been obsessing over you for hours and I need an
appetizer if I’m expected to go into public and act normally.”
Those huge hands grabbed my hips, pulling me against him as his lips crushed mine. My
hands gripped the back of his neck as he held me, a soft growl low in his throat.
Rubbing my thighs together, I could feel the moisture gathering between my legs already.
As Devin’s hand snuck out of my skirt and followed the line of my dress to cup my breast, I
felt like I was actually melting in his hands. Although his touch was a bit aggressive, his lips and tongue were gentle, our slow, dreamy kiss simmering between us while time seemed to
stop.
Tilting me back if I were a doll he was playing with, his lips skimmed down my throat to
nuzzle the top of my cleavage. I felt like I was gasping for air, both from shock and arousal.
His hand slipped up to grip the edge of my dress and bra together, his feverish eyes
meeting mine. “Say yes,” he rasped. I loved that it was a command, not a question, yet he
still waited for permission. The second I nodded, he pulled the fabric away, wrapping his
lips around my nipple as he sucked gently at first, then so hard I squealed. He stepped
back, licking his lips, looking completely pleased with himself.
As I pulled my dress back into place, he gave me another swift kiss, his tongue swirling with
mine as I heard a tiny moan escape my throat.
“That’s what I needed, baby,
” he murmured. “Just another taste for now. I need to keep
your motor running all night long.”
Devin kept his arm around me as I slid off the table. His cocky, satisfied grin made me laugh harder than I had in a long time. “You’re too damn naughty for your own good,” I sputtered.
“And you love it,” he said, grabbing my ass hard.
The way he touched me so casually was strangely arousing. My bedroom was steps away,
and the urge to take him straight there was nearly overwhelming.
Taking a slow breath, I walked to the mirror by the door, checking my lipstick for smudges.
“I don’t have a lot of rules,” I said, waving my finger at him, “But if you wreck my makeup,
you need to tell me immediately so that I can fix it, okay? I’m not fussy about many things,
but that’s one of them.”