That was all I needed.
I crashed my mouth to hers and swallowed her moan as her hands threaded into my hair, nails scratching lightly against my scalp.I kissed her hard and deep, letting her taste how badly I wanted her, allowing her feel it in every press of my mouth and twist of my tongue.
Her legs wrapped around my waist.I pulled her tight against me and ground up into her so she could feel what she was doing to me.She whimpered against my mouth, and that little sound nearly unraveled me.
“Fuck, doll,” I growled as my lips moved to her jaw, then lower to her neck.I bit down gently, right at the curve where neck met shoulder, and her body arched into mine.
“Twister…” she breathed, and I could barely handle how sexy my name sounded coming from her lips like that.
I peeled her shirt off with a quick yank, revealing a black lace bra that looked like it was made to be torn off.I didn’t, yet.I wanted to savor this.Her.Every damn inch.
“You’re beautiful,” I said roughly as my eyes roamed over her flushed skin.
Her cheeks flamed.“You’re just saying that because I’m half-naked on the bar.”
“I’m saying it because it’s the truth.”I dipped my head and kissed her collarbone, then lower as my tongue traced a path between the curve of her breasts.“And I’ve wanted to do this since the second I walked into your bar.”
Her fingers gripped my cut tighter as I popped open the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down.She lifted her hips for me without hesitation, and I worked her jeans down just enough to slide my fingers beneath her panties.
Soaked.
She was already soaked for me.
“Fuck, Tempi,” I rasped and dragged my fingers through her heat.“You’re killin’ me.”
“Then do something about it,” she panted.
I did.
Two fingers slid inside her, and my thumb circled her clit as her head dropped back.A low, needy moan spilled from her throat.She rode my hand with a desperation that was all instinct, no hesitation.I watched her fall apart, every flutter of her lashes and hitch in her breath making my cock ache behind my zipper.
“You’re gonna come for me right here, doll,” I said against her neck.“Right on my fingers.I want to feel it.”
“Twister, oh,” she cried out and clenched around me.Her body shuddered as she came.Her thighs trembled, and I kept working her through it until she was breathless and sagging against me.She looped her arms around my shoulders and sighed deeply.“My god,” she whispered.
I kissed her again, slower now.Deeper.One hand cradled the back of her head while the other gripped her ass.
“Need you,” she whispered against my lips.“Now.”
I undid my jeans with one hand and shoved them low enough to free my cock.I hissed when the cool air hit me.I didn’t need to look to see the hunger in her eyes.I could feel it in the way her hands slid down my chest and her legs tightened around my hips again.
I lined myself up and dragged the tip through her folds, teasing her.Her whole body arched forward and was desperate for more.
“Don’t tease,” she gasped.
I pushed inside her in one long, slow stroke.
We both moaned.
She was tight.Hot.Fucking perfect.Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I held her steady and drove into her again, harder this time.The bar creaked beneath us, and her back arched with every thrust.
“God, you feel good,” I groaned, and my forehead pressed to hers.“So fucking good, Tempi.”
She clung to me and rode every thrust like she couldn’t get close enough.Her thighs gripped my sides.Her lips brushed mine, again and again, broken little kisses between gasps and moans.
“Harder,” she whispered.“Don’t hold back.”
I gritted my teeth and obeyed.
