Page 11 of Gobble Me Up

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“Dig in.” The words claw out of my throat, more demand than offer. She doesn’t even blink; Cydney goes straight for the largest, most overloaded slice, snatching it up and sinking her teeth in without an ounce of hesitation. I fucking love watching her eat.

She takes half the slice in a single bite, tomato sauce smearing the corner of her mouth, and my cock jerks at the sight. Cydney chews, savoring every molecule, and then she licks her lips with a slow, teasing swipe of her tongue. She catches me watching and raises her brows, like she knows exactly where my filthy thoughts are heading.

“Best pizza in Worthington Hills,” she moans around her next bite, and I swear to God, my cock is harder than steel. “You’ve got good taste, Burkhardt.”

I’m losing my goddamn mind.

“You have no idea,” I mutter, eyes tracking every motion of her mouth, every flex of her fingers as she folds the next bite in half. I reach for a slice, but I barely even taste it. My attention is glued to her lips and the confident way she devours every single crumb.

She polishes off her slice and licks her fingers, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine the entire time. Fuck. I want to pin her to the sofa and taste every trace of sauce left on her lips, her wrists, between those gorgeous tits.

She sighs, all satisfied and sassy, then reaches for another slice. This woman is going to kill me. “Why aren’t you eating?” she teases, cocking her head like she knows exactly how wound up I am. “You’re staring at me like you’ve never seen a woman eat pizza before.”

I can barely keep my shit together. “I’ve never seen anyone eat like you,” I rasp, my throat dry as sandpaper. “It’s fucking hypnotic.”

She bites into the crust, her tongue flicking out to catch a drip of cheese. My cock throbs against my zipper, and I have to shift on the cushion, desperate for relief. I can’t even taste my own food. My brain is stuck on her. I want her more than I want my next breath.

Fuck it. I set my pizza down and stare at her, zeroing in on the way her lips shine and her eyes dare me to make the next move. My cock is throbbing as my pulse pounds in my ears.

“You keep eating like that, and I’ll forget about dinner and eat you instead.” I don’t soften my voice. I want her to hear the threat, the promise. She freezes with the slice halfway to her mouth, eyes going wide for a half-second before her lips curl.

“Is that a threat?” She licks a drop of sauce right off her thumb, then flashes those fuck-me eyes at me. “Or a promise?”

Holy hell. She wants to play? I’ll play.

I crowd her on the couch, moving so fast the pizza box nearly flies off the table. My hand closes around her wrist, pinning it to the cushion, her pulse racing under my thumb. I feel every frantic beat, and it goes straight to my cock. She’s so damn soft in my grip, but she’s not backing down, not for a second.

“Are you positive this is what you want?” My voice comes out low and rough, nothing but hunger.

Cydney grins, pure sass, and lifts her chin like she’s daring me to do my worst. “Gobble me up.”

Fuck. I almost lose it right there.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I growl, and then I’m on her, mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and barely-restrained violence. She tastes like tomato and heat and pure fucking temptation.

She moans against my lips, and if I wasn’t already hard as steel, I’d be there now. Fuck. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I don’t hold back. I sink my hands into that dark, wild hair and crush her mouth under mine, devouring her like I’ve been starving for years. Cydney kisses back, hungry and hot, her curves pressed tight against me. Her tongue meets mine, bold and greedy, and I groan into her mouth.

I want her messy and wild and completely ruined by the time I’m done.

She claws at my sweater, yanking it up, and I help her, tearing it off and tossing it across the room. She looks at my bare chest like she wants to take a bite out of me, and hell if I don’t want to let her. Her nails scrape down my abs and straight to my waistband, and I can barely think straight.

But I want to take my time. I want to memorize every inch, every sound, every damn detail of this woman. She squirms under me, hungry and demanding, and it’s all I can do not to rip her clothes off and take her right here. But I want to make her beg first.

I grab her wrists and pin them over her head, anchoring her to the sofa cushions. She arches up, tits pressing tight against her sweatshirt, and my cock jerks so hard I nearly black out. “You like being pinned down, Cydney?” I rasp, my voice barely more than a growl.

Her eyes flash, wild with challenge. “What do you think, boss man?” She tries to buck her hips, but I shove my thigh between her legs and pin her even tighter.

“I think you’re dying for it.” I nip at her lower lip, tugging until she gasps. “I think you want me to ruin you.”

Her breath comes in ragged bursts, thighs squeezing around my leg like she’s already imagining what I could do to her. Fuck, she’s soaked through and squirming on my thigh, and I haven’t even gotten started.

I push my leg against her sweet spot, and she gasps, arching up like she’s about to come just from a little pressure. Perfect. I lean in, trailing my lips down her jaw and across her throat, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. I want her to see it in the mirror tomorrow morning and remember exactly who she fucking belongs to.

“Let’s get this off,” I growl, tugging her soft blue sweatshirt up and over her head. Her hair tumbles loose, all wild and messy, exactly how I want it. She’s got nothing on underneath except bare, gorgeous skin and those luscious tits I’ve been fantasizing about since the day I walked into Gobble Me Up.