FavoriteObsession, page 14
He trailed the finger still wet from her mouth down the column of her throat. She bent her head to give him room to explore. A long moment passed before he hooked his finger around the collar of her shirt. Her pulse raced. A tug and he exposed her upper chest. She froze in anticipation. He bent closer and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her breast. A soft sigh escaped.
Lips brushing lightly against her achy flesh, he asked, “How about that one?”
She swallowed hard. “Nothing special.”
He sighed but the way he licked his lips warned her he wasn’t done with her yet. Excitement built within her. She silently berated herself for the eagerness she couldn’t deny, but offered no resistance when he lifted her arm.
He glided the tip of his forefinger from her wrist to the edge of her sleeve. His barely there caress undid her. She squeezed her eyelids shut on the sight, but not seeing his exploration didn’t dim its effect. The soft scrape of his stubble over her open palm weakened her knees and the swirls of his tongue over her skin fanned the desire raging through her.
“Better?”
“No.”
Her breathless answer brought another rumble of laughter from his chest.
“You’re tough on a man’s pride, baby.”
“I’m just telling the truth.” She drew a deep breath into her lungs, hoping to lessen the lust adding a husky edge to it. “Your kisses are nice.” Another inhale filled her lungs with Josh’s rich signature. Quivers danced along her inner walls. Her pent-up air escaped in a rush. “That’s it. Nice, not spectacular.”
He dropped to his knees. She tensed. With her skirt pushed up, he had a perfect view of her panties, blue to match his eyes. He didn’t peek or try to touch her intimately. He lifted her calf and kissed his way up to her knee, teasing the crease with quick flicks of his tongue before moving higher.
Her heart knocked hard against her rib cage. He couldn’t mean to kiss her…there. A fresh wave of arousal flowed. She inched her bottom closer.
“What are…”
He nipped her sensitive flesh. She barely stopped her answering moan from escaping.
“What are,” she dragged in a shaky breath, “you doing?”
“Trying to rebuild my self-esteem, kitten.” He raised his head. With his heated eyes on her, he reached up and caressed her inner thigh. “I can’t let you walk away from me unsatisfied. Now, can I?”
“You don’t have to…I mean, this isn’t…”
He brushed his knuckles against her dripping sex. Her rebuttal turned into a groan. He fisted her panties. A rough tug and the thong ripped, the sound of tearing cloth echoing in her ears along with her pounding pulse.
He shoved her skirt up. With the loose material pooled around her on the desk, he dropped his gaze to her sex.
“Fucking beautiful.”
The desire adding a low drawl to his voice fed hers. She squirmed. A hand on her thigh stopped her restless writhing. He trailed his fingers over her scorching skin, from her knee to her slickened cleft. She panted.
He spread her lower lips and blew warm air on her sensitive opening. Her head fell back on a moan. “This gorgeous sex is mine, Mira. You know it. I know it.”
Before she could say anything, he lowered his head and licked her in a slow, controlled swipe from the bottom of her cleft through her drenched opening to her clit. Another pass and he dipped his tongue inside her sheath. Her inner muscles tightened on the tip, but he didn’t linger there. He flattened his tongue and dragged it over her swollen lips. Once at the top, he circled the sensitive nub before capturing the bundle with his teeth. Nibbles to the button sent tiny spasms through her core.
If he sucked, she’d explode. The release hovered so close she could taste it. He didn’t give it to her, though. He eased away and pressed a firm hand to her belly.
“I need more room if I’m going to kiss you properly. Lie down, baby.”
Josh lying on a wooden floor. Open eyes, open mouth, blood dripping off her claws. No!
She shook her head and tried to close her thighs. She had to protect him. It was selfish of her to take her pleasure from him when she’d only end up pushing him away. His big shoulders stopped her. “Josh, wait. I—”
He rubbed his chin against her bare mound and her words got lost on a surge of lust. The stubble on her sensitive cleft heightened the pleasure. He raised his head, skin glistening with her arousal, and rested his cheek on her thigh. Desire-ridden eyes met hers.
“Why, kitten?” He dipped his finger into her core, swirled the tip and pulled it free. He used his wet digit to paint a swirling design over her lower belly. “Do you want me to stop?”
She opened her mouth to say ‘yes’ but shook her head. Weak. She was so weak.
Another lopsided smile tilted his mouth. He spread her legs wider and replaced the caresses of his fingertips with licks of his wicked tongue along her inner thighs. Each small flick brought him closer to her dripping core.
His breath bathed her opening. He repeated his earlier teasing, tracing her lower lips with the tip of his tongue. On the third pass, he pushed his tongue inside her core. He curled the tip to drag along the walls of her vagina. Her inner muscles twitched.
“Oh gods.” She closed her eyes to focus on his kiss. The drag and push of his tongue ignited her nerve endings and left her quivering.
She tried to ease away from the sensitivity but couldn’t move. He firmed his grip on her legs and forced them wider apart. A sense of vulnerability overcame her, leaving her—the predator—whimpering and desperate.
She grabbed the edges of the desk to stop her restless squirming. It didn’t help. She was ready to combust. With his mouth still pressed to her core, he growled. Vibrations raced straight to her womb. Her eyes rolled back. A throaty groan escaped.
He pierced her with his flattened tongue, parting her muscles as she imagined his cock would. More cream flowed. She undulated under him, needing to come but not wanting to lose this feeling. He made a hungry sound and changed his invading thrusts to lapping licks as he drank her up.
“Josh,” she whispered.
His appreciative moan in response was the kind females yearned to hear. It meant her lover enjoyed her taste and what he was doing to her.
Another thrust and curl of his tongue had her back arching. She strained as she fought the urge to fuck herself on his tongue, rub her sex into his face and come. She wanted to orgasm for him and give him her pleasure.
Josh made love to her with his mouth, each thrust winding her tighter and readying her for a release that would rock her world. She writhed for him. Her moans filled her ears and the sound of her breathy cries seemed to spur him on. He quickened his prodding thrusts. With his thumb pressed to her button, he rubbed her clit and took her up so quickly her lower body quivered.
“Josh, please.”
She felt his answering groan deep within her womb. A series of flicks to her sensitive nub and she careened into a mind-blowing release. Waves whipped along her core and spread throughout her body. She hung somewhere between ecstasy and reality while Josh kept thrusting into her with his flattened tongue. He lengthened her orgasm, adjusting his strokes until she shook under the force of it. Gentle licks brought her back down. She closed her eyes, limp from her pleasure, and enjoyed the slow movement of his tongue as he lapped up the last of her release.
He tipped his head back on a moan. His chin glistened, his chest heaved. The muscles of his arms bulged. He looked strong, primal and damn pleased with himself. Meeting her gaze, he gave her a smile. It reignited her desire. She wanted him to eat her out again, fuck her, anything to ease the flames burning deep inside.
He stretched over her prone body. With his elbows bracketing her arms and his fingers resting against her neck, he stared into her eyes. The possessiveness she saw reflected in his gaze worried her.
She opened her mouth to remind him nothing had changed between them, but never got the words out. He slipped his tongue between her parted lips. Her arousal flavored the slow, drugging kiss. Josh’s scent and his hard body over hers added to the fire he fanned within her. She linked her arms loosely around his shoulders.
She lost track of time as he worshiped her. Finally, he broke the kiss. A smile lit up his face, the kind a man wore when he knew he’d sated his lover.
“Was that kiss any better?”
The sound of muffled screams stopped her admission. Josh jumped back, tugging her skirt down as he stepped away.
He cursed. In one quick move, he grabbed a flannel shirt draped over his desk chair, wiped his face and turned for the door. She sat there, too relaxed from her orgasm to move. The loud thump of a body hitting something and the sound of splintering wood brought her back to reality.
A shifter’s roar rang out. She knew that enraged call and Aron’s bellowed curse confirmed her suspicion. The fight was her fault.
Chapter Fourteen
Mira followed Josh down the hallway to find chaos had taken over the bar. Humans scrambled to get out of the way of the two huge males fighting in the middle of the dance floor. Both remained in their human forms, but Kade’s swirling eyes betrayed how close he was to losing it. Mira rushed forward.
Josh grabbed her. Hands on her hips, he lifted her and dropped her into the waiting arms of the bouncer. “Stay here, kitten. I’ll handle this.”
The human wrapped his beefy arms around her. “Josh is right, Mira. You don’t want to get in the middle of this one. That new guy tossed me clear across the room when I tried to stop them.”
He meant Aron. Kade was well-known at the Black Widow. She didn’t bother fighting to break free of his hold. The man was as stubborn as Josh. She also didn’t want to hurt him. Not all mortals were as tough as her beloved human.
A few feet away, Josh shoved the fighting shifters apart. “Break it up.”
Kade paid no attention to the order. He tried to sidestep him to get to Aron. Josh flung an arm out, stopping him. Kade shifted his angry gaze from Aron to Josh. His lips lifted in a silent snarl. Josh backed the pissed-off shifter into the wall and got up into his face.
“Remember where you are, Kade.” Josh’s warning drifted to her over the crowd’s murmurs.
Another human bouncer held Aron back. He towered over the male but didn’t use his strength against him. He turned his head. She followed the direction of his gaze. Zoe stood off to the side, eyes wide and arms banded across her chest.
“Let go.” Mira pushed at the hand holding her. “Fight’s over.”
The male released her and she moved in a beeline to the frightened female. She stood in front of Zoe, the urge to protect her strong. “What happened?”
Zoe peered past her to where Josh spoke in hushed tones with Kade. “I was dancing with Aron one minute. Then Kade pulled him away from me and started pummeling his face. I don’t know what started it.”
Mira knew. Jealousy. Zoe was Kade’s beloved human. He might not want to be saddled with her, but no way would he let another shifter touch her. She belonged to him. Poor Zoe. She didn’t know what she was in for. Guilt welled. If it hadn’t been for her insane jealousy, Zoe wouldn’t belong to Kade in the first place.
“I’m sorry, Zoe. This is all my fault.”
Zoe frowned, the confused look so similar to the one Josh wore on occasion. Up close, she could see the similarities between the siblings. They had the same eyes and straight nose, only Zoe’s features held a delicate edge. A cleft dimpled her chin too. How could she have ever thought this woman was Josh’s lover? She’d been clouded by her animal nature, too territorial to see straight. It wasn’t an excuse, just the truth and one that shamed her.
“It’s not.” Zoe shook her head. “You didn’t tell Kade to act like a Neanderthal.”
“It is. If I hadn’t hurt you in the first place, Kade wouldn’t have made you his beloved human.”
“Oh, please. Don’t be ridiculous. Kade didn’t have to do anything. I was fine on my own.” She shook her head, amusement glinting in her eyes. “Between you and me, I think the cat was looking for a reason to get his mouth on me.”
Not likely. Kade avoided commitments and turned his back on several females his cats had taken an interest in over the centuries. His honor would’ve forced him to tend to Zoe’s injuries, especially since it had been his order that kept her from seeking out human medical intervention. He didn’t act impulsively, especially when his choice was a life-long obligation.
Kade appeared next to them, forehead creased and mouth pressed in a thin line “And I hoped you enjoyed it because it’ll never happen again.”
Zoe’s grin returned. “We’ll see, my pretty kitty.”
Kade’s eyes narrowed. “Stop calling me that.”
Zoe blinked innocent eyes at him. Mira hid a smirk behind her hand.
“But it’s true. You are pretty and you’re my kitty.”
“I am not pretty nor am I yours.” Kade growled the last.
She tilted her head and pursed her lips. “So did you succeed in defending my honor, my pretty kitty?”
Kade bared his fangs, a sure sign Zoe was getting to him. Thankfully, no humans were close enough to see. If Josh’s sister wasn’t careful, she’d find herself on the receiving end of a focused cat’s attentions. Something told her Zoe wouldn’t want that. There was a wildness about the human. She’d resent being tamed.
Aron pushed Kade out of the way. He inhaled deeply and turned furious eyes onto her before flicking his gaze to Josh who stood several feet away, talking to his bouncers.
“Damn you, Mira. Did you bring me here to shame me?” Aron looked down at her, derision on his face. “So be it. You’re on your own.”
Mira grabbed his arm. He glanced at where her lightly tanned fingers wrapped over his darker skin. “No, don’t leave. I didn’t want this to happen.”
Aron’s eyes focused on hers. She felt the intensity of that gaze, despite the contacts hiding his unique black and gold eyes. They matched his blond hair with its single black stripe. He turned his head slowly to settle his piercing glare on Josh. The muscles under her fingers rippled and the faintest prickling of fur tickled her palm. Not good, not good at all.
A low, rumbly growl trickled past his lips. He pulled his arm away and strode toward Josh, his intent clear.
“Aron, stop!”
He kept walking. Josh turned and lowered his chin. He spread his arms out to the side, hands flexing. Inviting the fight. Excitement flashed across his face, but Aron wouldn’t fight fair. There’d been murder in his eyes when he had focused on Josh.
She ran forward and grabbed Aron. He shoved her away and continued his steady approach. She turned worried eyes to Kade. He gave a small shake of his head. Why wasn’t he getting involved? Damn, stubborn males.
Desperate now, she jumped in Aron’s path and pressed her palms to his chest. He stopped and shifted his enraged eyes to her. She sensed Josh’s approach. His hand landed on her shoulder inches from her scar. A whip of electricity skipped through the seared entry points. It startled her and her hands dropped from Aron’s chest. She peered over her shoulder at Josh. He slid his gaze from Aron to her, a fierce stamp of possession in his eyes. The sight left her breathless.
“Let her go,” Aron ordered.
Josh looped an arm around her waist and yanked her against his chest. He settled his palm over her lower belly. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“I wasn’t around the last time, but I’m here now. Mira is mine to protect, always has been. You’ve signed your death with your deplorable act. Nobody will ever force her again,” Aron declared in a low voice.
What was he talking about? Forced her? The words clicked. She settled against Josh, her anxiety easing, and shook her head. Heat flushed her face. “Josh didn’t force me to do anything, Aron.” She cleared her throat. “I meant I hadn’t planned on…talking to Josh tonight.”
Aron snorted, the relief on his face evident. “I’d say you did a lot more than talk.” He shook his head and reached for her hand. “No matter, say good night to the human, Mira. We’re leaving.”
She placed her hand in his. Josh took her other so she was stretched between them. How fitting. It was the same battle taking place in her heart between what she wanted and what she should embrace.
Josh stepped into her, pressed their chests against each other. Blue eyes captured hers. He stroked his thumb over the corner of her mouth, a light touch that made her tremble.
“Thank you for the kiss, Mira. It was wonderful.” He brushed his lips over her cheek. “Dream of me tonight.”
Aron tugged her away, mumbling under his breath about foolish romantic humans.
“Let’s go, female. The night’s young and I’m not done with you.”
She allowed Aron to lead her away, but her eyes stayed locked onto the blue ones she knew would meet her in her dreams later tonight.
Chapter Fifteen
Mira sat across the table from the pissed-off shifter. Aron had one arm stretched over the back of the booth, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on the ripped vinyl while the other lay fisted on the stained tabletop. He stared out the window at the parking lot. She followed his gaze. Only Aron’s SUV and a rusted pickup took up parking spots.
The local diner usually had a decent crowd. However, at close to midnight on a weeknight, most people were home in bed. That was where she wanted to be. She couldn’t wait for her dream lover to sweep her away.
“I’m sorry, Mira.”
She glanced at Aron. His gaze remained glued to the parked truck, but those were the first words he’d spoken since they’d left the bar. She studied his profile. The tic in his jaw and the fine lines etching his eyes spoke of his rage. He might be talking, but he hadn’t forgiven her. She couldn’t blame him. Getting oral sex from one man while on a date with a different one screamed tacky.
It hadn’t felt wrong at the time. That was the problem. Josh could do anything to her, anywhere, and she’d walk away with a smile on her face. Fighting her instincts to be with him proved damn near impossible. Tonight proved it.
