Page 15 of Takedown Artist
I bring my hand up to cup his cheek and steady him. His dark skin is warm, jaw slightly rough with end-of-the-day stubble. His plump lower lip tempts me to bite, but that’s not the way to start this. Instead, I brush my lips lightly against his. They’re softer than I’d imagined, and I go back for more immediately.A faint tremor rolls through him.
Troy’s breath catches, then his arm circles my back and pulls me closer. His free hand wraps around my neck until he’s holding me against him, lips pressed together. What started as a fairly chaste kiss is morphing into something else entirely as he takes control.
His tongue on my lips has me opening to him, and our tongues tangle. Troy kisses me as if he’s trying to eat me alive, and I melt.
Where did this man learn to kiss?
Past me has always maintained some kind of control with every partner, but not with him. I’m drowning in the hot taste of his kisses and his cedar spice smell. My control has vanished, and I couldn’t care less.
Chapter 7
Diesel
Our kiss starts light, tentative, but the softness of his lips causes a flare of arousal that stuns me with its intensity. I don’t just want him. I want to devour him. Before I can stop myself, I’m pulling him closer, my tongue demanding entrance.
He doesn’t make me wait. His tongue tangles with mine even as I pull him onto my lap. He settles easily, with a surrender that makes me ache. My hand on his lower back is firm, and I pull him in tight, unwilling to release his mouth even for a moment. We kiss until we’re both breathless. When we pull back, lips swollen and breath ragged, his mossy eyes are wide, pupils blown dark and needy.
I’ve wanted more than this for months. But if this is what he’s offering, I’ll take it and be grateful.
“That was—yeah. More,” he says, his rough voice making me shiver.
“Always,” I murmur, diving back into his mouth.
Carding my fingers through the dark waves of his hair, I give a gentle tug. His response is a needy moan that goes straight tomy cock. I pull away just enough to grab his lower lip with my teeth, giving it a quick nip.
“Troy.” The low groan of my name sparks a possessive need to mark him, and I nuzzle the sensitive skin of his neck before sucking it into my mouth. He gasps but doesn’t pull away, and something deep and satisfied roars in my chest.
The weight of him on my lap, the heat of his body, and the moan of my name are a powerful combination. It’s overwhelming in the very best way, and suddenly I’m not sure I can be gentle.
Mine.
My fingers tighten and I drag his head to the side, exposing the long line of his throat. Drowning in the crisp, clean scent of his skin, my lips trace a path down his neck to his collarbone. I nip at the skin at the base of his throat before soothing it with my tongue. The sounds he’s making are low and filthy, and I never want him to stop.
“Need skin. Shirt.” My voice is low, practically a growl. My breath is coming quick and hot.
Those gorgeous eyes meet mine, dark and glassy.
“You too,” he rasps, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. “Wanna see.”
We both move at once, making quick work of our shirts. He’s lean, more defined than I expect, with smooth tan skin that’s begging for my touch. His only body hair is a dark trail leading to his narrow waist, which makes my mouth water. God, he’s more beautiful than I’d imagined.
If I thought he’d let me, I’d strip him down and toss him on my bed before devouring every inch of him. Another time.
Instead, I push him onto the couch until he’s on his back, staring up at me with heat, expectation, and something careful in the back of his gaze.
“Okay?”
His smile is everything. He nods, a sharp gesture, before his eyes darken.
My hands move on their own, eager to explore the smooth warmth of his chest. His gasp as my fingers skim over the top of his nipples is all I need. With a smirk, I set about making Micah come apart with my tongue and teeth.
No one’s ever trusted me before, not like this. No one but Micah. The way he’s letting me in is more than I expected. That realization settles in my chest like a vow.
I draw the hard nub into the heat of my mouth, sucking and teasing until his rigid length pushes against my stomach. I’m just as hard. His smell, the feel of his skin, the delicious sounds he’s making. It’s too much and not enough.
I abandon his nipples in favor of moving lower, pressing soft kisses to the skin of his stomach as I follow that glorious trail of dark hair. I make it to the waistband of his joggers when he tugs on my arm.
“Troy!” My name is a breathless shout. I pull up immediately hearing the no behind his cry. He’s not ready and I won’t push.
