Page 72 of A Devious Arrangement
He grumbles under his breath about crazy women as he approaches his car, parked half on half off the curve. The flashing four-way lights illuminate the ground around them in rapid blinks.
I go to get out of his arms as we approach, but he growls, stilling me. “I dare you to move.”
It’s low and rough and sends heat between my thighs.
Bash swings open the passenger door and sets me down on the heated seat before rounding the car and getting in on his side.
My teeth are audibly clicking together as I try to warm my trembling hands in front of the air vent. At this point, I think it’s fair to say I was thoroughly and embarrassingly wrong.
Bash cranks the temperature higher, then stares at me, one brow raised in question. “Well?”
“I…I…m-made a mistake.” I can barely get the words out. I’m shaking so hard.
“Fuck.” It’s not cruel or harsh; instead, that one syllable is laced with panic as he hauls me onto his lap.“You’re killing me here.”
“You’re getting wet.” I try to push off him, but his hand grips my waist, banding me in place.
“Are you kidding me right now? You’re worried about me getting a little wet when you’re shaking so hard I’m worried your teeth are going to break? Have some mercy on me and take care of yourself.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “I’m not cut out for worrying. It’s bad for my image.” Amusement infuses the end of his sentence, and I bite back my smirk.
Sebastian “doesn’t give a fuck about anything” Everette, out here fretting about me.
Struggling to take off my coat, Bash helps me remove the wet fabric that’s suctioned itself to me. It’s a little warmer without it now that the hot air is able to reach my skin.
My head tilts to the side when I’m finally free. “How did you find me anyway?”
“I tracked your phone,” he deadpans without an ounce of apology.
I give up. “You know what? I’m not even mad.”
A slow smirk lifts the corner of his lip, clearly enjoying my answer. His fingers curl around the back of my neck, and his arm bands around my waist. Before I know what’s happening, he’s flipped me into the passenger seat, adjusting it back before climbing over me. His hardness rests along my clit as he bends my knees forward toward my ears.
I push my palm into his pec, shoving him back. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you warm, what does it look like?”
“We’re outside. Someone could see,” I protest.
He cants his head, the movement oddly animallike. “Don’t worry, I’ll cover you.” His rough thumb rubs along my abdomen, his hand tightening around me in possession. “No one’s going to see you naked but me.”
The rain’s still pounding down around us, providing a screen of privacy. I’ve obviously lost my mind because I shift, making room for him to raise my shirt. Goose bumps rise over my exposed breasts, and I gasp when Bash flattens his tongue, running it along the seam of my bra. The sound I make should be embarrassing, but I’m too enraptured in his touch to care.
His gray eyes are dark as he watches me, waiting for my move. I don’t waste time, pulling him toward me by the back of his neck and connecting my mouth with his. Our tongues swirl together, and I moan deep in my throat as he sucks on mine hard. There’s a desperation to him that has me clinging to him. His mouth masters mine in a variation of slow, deep kisses, mixed with sharp teeth biting my bruised lip.
He maneuvers so I’m folded in on myself and guides my pants and underwear to below my knees, leaving my lower half exposed beneath him. The way he adjusts me gives him a full view of my pussy. He hums, and his tongue travels over his top teeth.
I should feel vulnerable, but his intense gaze has me spreading my legs wider, wanting him to see more of me.
“Such a pretty pussy, Princess,”he says as he runs his thumb through my slit. It glides easily, and his demeanor darkens as he raises his hand and sucks my wetness. “You taste so fucking good.”
He opens his mouth, and his spit pools from his lips into the palm. Shock ripples through me, replaced with lust as he fills me with two fingers. I instinctively rock into him, and he lowers his face, murmuring into my ear. “You’re so greedy. Your pussy’s already clenching around me, begging for more. That’s what you want, right? More?”
His words are like hot liquid filling my veins. My pulse pounds into my ears, making his voice the only thing I can hear.
“It’s not enough though, is it? You want my cock stretching you wide and filling you deep. Fuck, Stasia.” He presses another finger into me and grinds his palm over my clit. I’m rocking against him, chasing my orgasm.
“Yes, please. Yes.” I’m so close that I cry and dig my nails into his back when he removes his hand. It feels like torture having him remove his touch.
I hadn’t noticed him taking out his length, but he’s pressing the tip to my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
