Page 39 of Arrogant Bastard
Our mouths deepen.
His tongue slides against mine. Tangles.
I raise to my tiptoes, my hands curling around his neck, pressing into him.
And just like that, the kiss goes from him shutting me up to something thick and hot. Insatiable.
He walks me backward.
I hit the door and pant out the last bit of air left in my chest.
His head lifts, and I moan at the loss of contact, clutching at him, digging my nails into his skin to bring him closer. He shifts, and his mouth crashes down on me again.
He kicks my feet apart, bending at the knees so I’m full and flush against him. The sounds of our harsh breathing fill the room, as the lust between us takes up all the available space. I climb him, and he hooks one arm under the curve of my ass. My legs twine around his waist.
He rocks into me, and I gasp at the sheer pleasure of him hard against me. He grinds into me, while whispering against my lips, “Does this feel like I don’t want you?”
“No.” The word is a soft pant. I lick his lower lip, and our mouths brush together as our bodies strain.
My hips work, and the same hazy, hypnotic desire that overtook me last night finds me again, blotting out all my arguments and rational thought.
He kisses me, hard and brutal, before lifting his head. “I’d kill to slide into your cunt right now.”
I jerk at the words, rubbing shamelessly against his erection, straining in his jeans. “Yes.”
He whispers into my ear, “I’d make you so greedy, Cat. So hungry.”
I groan, completely lost now.
He nips at my earlobe. “I’ll make you beg real good.”
His words should make me want to hit him, but they just ramp me up and make me burn.
One big hand covers my breast, strokes over my nipple.
There’s a knock on the door and the handle rattles, but we’re pinned against it, so the door can’t swing free.
We freeze.
My eyes fly open.
Lock onto his.
I hiss. “Let me go.”
“Everything okay in there?” It’s Gwen’s voice, muffled from the other side of the door.
“Everything’s great. Just a minute.”
He drops his arms, and I slide down his body to touch the floor. I glare at him and whisper, “That was a mistake.”
A muscle in his jaw jumps, but he nods.
We spend a few seconds straightening our clothes and getting control over our breathing.
I smooth my hand over my hair, and because I can’t think of anything else to say to this man that’s wreaking havoc over my hormones, with a too-bright smile, I throw open the door.
Unfortunately, GwenandJackson are both standing there. I skirt around them, anxious to get away. Clearly this was a horrible idea. From here on out, I need to avoid Caden like the plague since he does bad things to my common sense and apparently, if he wants to touch me, I roll over and pant like a dog for it.
