Page 27 of Shattered Sinner
His lips. His touch. The way he could make me forget about every issue and every problem. Nothing mattered but us and the pleasure we found in each other's arms.
Should I be doing this? Probably not. I knew it would only make things worse in the long run. But right then, I suspected it was a better option than drinking until I passed out.
I shouldn't go to him. I knew that. Potentially trading one addiction for another probably wasn’t the smartest plan, but I’d deal with that another time.
I was headed to the one person who could set me free tonight.
As I drove through the dark streets of Brentson, I couldn’t focus on any one thought outside of how quickly I could make it to Easton’s.
Each mile that I drove closer to his apartment, the fluttering in my stomach became more pronounced, as though a kaleidoscope of butterflies had taken up residence there. I was about to step into another world, one ruled by the pleasure that Easton sparked within me. Every fiber of my being was aware of the promise and the danger that lay behind his door.
I let out a deep sigh and flicked on my turn signal to let the cars behind me know I was turning into this parking lot. As I pulled up to the front of his apartment building, my stomach lodged in my throat. For a moment, I sat staring through the thick glass doors leading to the lobby before I gathered enough courage to step out of my vehicle.
I walked toward the lobby and saw Easton come into view. He’d been waiting for me in the lobby because I hadn’t told him how far away I was from his place. That caused my heart to beat a little faster than it had the entire drive over here.
When my eyes met his, my breath caught in my throat. I knew I had made the right decision. Tonight, the rest of the world could burn for all I cared. I was allowed to be selfish and not care about what anyone else thought for just one night.
Without a word, Easton strolled over to me, took my hand, then turned around and led me back to the elevator bank. We waited for our ride in silence, and the tension between the two of us went from zero to a million in less than ten seconds. I was glad we hadn’t said a word to each other because I wouldn’t be liable for my actions.
We remained quiet the entire ride up the elevator, and it wasn’t until I heard his front door click shut behind us that it was as if a light switch went off.
For a long moment we just looked at each other, the air between us sparking due to the tension that was about to overflow.
"Bianca,” he said, and it came across as a low growl.
The way he said my name as his eyes once again met mine was like a rough caress. Danger blared from every corner of my brain, but I didn’t care. The heat I noticed in his eyes told me I wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I dropped my bag and launched myself at him. He had no problem lifting me up so that my lips could easily reach his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me as he stole my breath away. I melted against him, enjoying the feel of his touch on me. His hands made their way into my hair, lightly pulling on my ponytail as his lips punished mine. The next thing I knew, my hair was falling on my shoulders.
I let out a soft groan when my ass touched his kitchen counter, and when Easton gave me one of his own, the sound vibrated through my soul.
Why did it feel as if it had been years since we last kissed? It was as if my body was needy for his and I was finally giving into my craving.
Sure, there were plenty of things we needed to discuss, but I was over talking right now. Action was the only language I wanted to speak as we both gave into our desires.
He pulled off my jacket without stopping our kiss. I put my hands on his cheeks to anchor him to me, but he snatched his head away. I only had a moment to process what was happening before I felt his hand grab the collar of my button-down shirt and pull, forcing the buttons of my blouse to fly in every direction, exposing my black lace bra.
My nipples hardened under his gaze, and I bit the corner of my lip.
“Did you wear this because you were coming to see me today?”
“No. Not everything is about you, asshole.”
“But your pussy is all about me, isn’t it?”
Easton had me there. His lips slammed into mine again, showing me exactly who was in charge tonight, but that didn’t mean I was immediately giving in. He stepped between my legs as our tongues danced together, competing for who was going to have control. My hands roamed over his chest before he pulled away once more to remove his shirt and toss it to who knows where.
He went back to kissing me. This time, my eyes widened as he sucked on the sensitive skin of my neck. For a split second, I wondered if he was going to give me a hickey in an attempt to lay claim to me. While I normally would have been irritated, and it wouldn’t look good for someone who might end up being engaged to someone else, I didn’t care.
“You don’t know how badly I want to shove my cock into your mouth and watch you attempt to take all of me.”
“Then do it,” I said. We were spending too much time talking for my liking.
“Get on your knees, princess.”
Easton moved away to give me space, and as I sank down to my knees in front of him, he undid his belt and jeans.
