Page 28 of Remnants
Dane laughs, his tone mocking. “Don’t need to. I’ll make something myself. What do you want? French toast? Seafood? Steak?”
“There’s no food in the fridge.”
“Tell me what you want,” he insists.
I pause, considering. “Pasta?”
“Pasta,” herepeats, blinking in surprise.
“What’s wrong with that? It was one of the few things I learned to cook for myself. I could buy a cheap box and some sauce, then cook enough to last me all week. And it tasted good.”
He stares in silence for a couple of heartbeats, then releases a breath, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against mine. “Pasta, then.”
What was that about? Frowning, I grab his wrist, tugging to remove his hand, but he resists, holding firm. “Don’t pity me,” I bite out.
He opens his eyes, locking them with mine as he leans back to see me better. “I don’t.” His hand slides from my jaw to my neck, to the collar of my shirt, tracing my skin along the edge of the fabric. “I’m just thinking of all the other things I want to make for you. I’m going to spoil you with food so that no one else’s will ever be good enough. Then when you’re hungry, you’ll come running to me,” he finishes with a cocky smirk.
Oh.
A small smile touches my lips. “I’ll run to you for more than food.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dane challenges, his smirk widening and raising a single brow.
I slip a hand under his shirt, stroking up the hard planes of his abdomen. “Mmhmm…”
Something sparks in his eyes before they turn molten. He cups my neck beneath my ear. His breath is suddenly warm as he leans in, lips parted, and eyes lidded. I tilt my face to meet him, our lips meltingtogether when they touch.
I expect the inevitable snap between us, the break of control once we give in, but it doesn’t happen. Dane’s tongue sinks between my lips, his kiss unhurried and languorous. Like he has nowhere else he’d rather be than kissing me in this bed all day.
I relax into it, into him.
Eventually, I push him to roll onto his back so I straddle him, and his hard length strains against his gym shorts. We take the seconds of fresh air to refill our oxygen before we’re kissing again. This time with my core gyrating against his cock and too many clothes between us.
Dane groans, his hands gripping my ass as I rock against him. “Fuuuuuck,” he gasps, breathless. He moves a palm up my backside, sliding under my shirt until he finds the band of my bra. He pinches it firmly, taking only two tries before it jumps free, and his hand seeks out my breasts.
The next time I break for air, he drags my shirt up, pulling gently until I drop my head and allow him to free me from it. Next are my arms, and he directs my shirt and bra straps down either side. Slowly. So fucking slowly that goosebumps appear in his wake.
I’ve stopped moving against him, my heart fluttering as I see the way he watches me with so much awe and appreciation that breathing becomes difficult.
“Come closer,” he directs huskily, his hand guiding a breast to his mouth. He holds it firmly in his grip, his pink tongue flicking out to wet my nipple. I feel it all the way down to my core.
He licks it again, circling its pert tip, then drags his teeth over it,stretching the nipple before releasing it.
I throw my head back, eyes closed, as a shudder runs through my body like an electric current.
“Do you like that?” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, then only frees it through ivory gates. “My teeth?”
I nod emphatically. “Yes.”
He does it more, his tongue a searing swipe of heat. His teeth are a pinch of pain that fades to pleasure. The action shoots a livewire of need straight to my cunt, and I writhe above him.
Dane strips my pants down to my thighs, and I help him remove them until I’m naked. He sits up and takes off his shirt and shorts in seconds, then pulls me into his lap and returns to tease and taste my other breast.
I bury my fingers in his hair, closing and tightening them to a fierce grip that draws a guttural groan from him. My hips rock against him again of their own accord, seeking friction where we touch.
Dane jerks his hips forward, pushing his cock against me. My pussy is already slick, spreading my pleasure along his shaft so I glide easily from end to end.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Dane breathes before he grabs the hair at the back of my head, and we lose ourselves in a passionate kiss. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I hang on tight, the feel of him under me and his kiss a devastating thing that has me grappling for more before I burst.
