He lets me go. His hands are at my jeans now. He’s fumbling with the snaps, the zipper, holding my gaze the way he does.
“Kiro!” I whisper. I try to stop him, but it’s like his hands are carved from steel and stone. Make that warm steel and stone, because they’re on my hips, my ass, pushing my jeans to my ankles.
“Oh my God, Kiro, you can’t just…”
The heat in his eyes matches mine. He grunts.He can. He is.He yanks down my panties and pushes me down onto the dressing room bench.
“Kiro!”
He has me bare from the waist down, and he’s kneeling in front of me. He grips both my wrists with one hand on my arm, pinning them to the wall.
Gently he takes hold of my thigh with the other hand, pressing it wide, spreading me open there in the dressing room. I’m speechless, panting.
He simply holds me open to him there on the dressing room bench.
His body thrums with savage power. I don’t know whether to be frightened or desperately turned on. I’m both, I suppose.
The air is cool, a wild sensation on my sex.
I twist and tremble, caught in his grip. “We’re in a public place. Come on, Kiro. You can’t—”
He tightens his grip in response.He can.
He leans in and puts himself face to face with my pussy, still holding me open. He doesn’t even touch me, he’s just looking. Scenting. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, never more exposed.
My pussy shivers with sensation.
I’m pinned. Helpless. Desperately aroused.
Holding me with that heated gaze, dark hair curling around his cheekbones, he draws his lips even nearer and sucks in a breath.
I gasp, utterly sensitive. It’s as if my folds are scattered with nerve endings, feeling the cool in-rush of air molecules.
I still, frozen with anticipation.
And then he exhales. Breath hot. Stoking my libido. He draws in yet another breath, scenting me.
I melt in his grip. My entire body a well of need. He’s just smelling me, and I’m about to come.
From him smelling me.
“Kiro—we’re in a dressing room. On the run. We can’t…”
“You don’t like it?”
Now I’m the one with no answer.
He raises his gaze to mine. “I think you like being made helpless by a savage. Held open wide so that you feel everything, here where anybody could discover us. Tell me.”
“Kiro…”
He sucks in another breath and pushes his nose closer—close enough that the tip of it hits my sensitized bud.
“Omigod!”
He draws his fat, warm tongue through my folds. I start to cry out, and he claps his hand over my mouth.
I feel his breath rush out in a gust. He drags his tongue up the seam of my pussy. He licks again, a long, wicked stroke, and then he sucks what feels like pretty much every available fold and flap into his mouth.