Page 60 of Wrecked
She was on him, her mouth pressed against his, her arms around him, while her fingers sunk into his hair. The kiss was brutal and wild and so fucking perfect. On a groan, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her moan landed between his legs and he started to firm in his pants.
Like two feral animals being freed from their cages after days of imprisonment, the kiss intensified. He pinned her against the wall and she wrapped a leg around him, reached around and grabbed his ass.
The need to bury himself inside her had him grinding against her. Her groans turned to gasps and she broke away to kiss his jawline, bite his earlobe.
If he didn’t stop this runaway train, they’d be naked in seconds, and screwing seconds after that. He needed her, and he couldn’t think clearly, the desire muddling his thoughts.
Her phone rang. The caustic interruption had him slowing the kiss until he dropped a tender one on her lips, then on her forehead.
On an agitated grunt, he moved away, shoved his hand down his pants, and rearranged his stiff junk.
“Hello?” Addison answered, gasping for breath. “Hey, Liliana. What’s up?”
Addison’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her eyelids hooded, her pupils fully dilated. She looked how he felt. Like she wanted more. The kissing was fun, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He wanted to sink inside her, run his hands over every supple inch of her, fuck her so good, she would beg him for more.
And he would give her exactly what she needed, over and over again.
No. Not happening.
He backed away. He was good at one-time hookups, but being with someone more than once meant he cared. He couldn’t let his emotions take over. If he did, he’d admit how he felt about her… and they’d be back to not speaking all over again.
“No problem,” she said snagging his attention. “Wait, today’s not Wednesday. It’sTuesday.” More listening. “Okay. Gotcha. See you tomorrow.” She hung up.
Her gaze connected with his. The second it locked into place, emotion took over. He fucking hated that, and needed to shut that shit down.
He took another step back. Had to or he’d maul her. Her tempting vanilla scent, those intense, sexy-as-hell eyes, and her hot little body were all pulling him back to her.
“Liliana, our bartender, thought it was Wednesday and she was running late,” Addison said. “Our club isn’t open on Tuesdays… or Sundays and Mondays either. Just Wednesdays through Saturdays.” She sucked down a breath. “Sorry. I’m rambling.”
“What the hell is happening with us?” he bit out. “This is insane. I can’t stop thinking about you and that amazing blowjob.”
A moan escaped her. She crossed her arms as if trying to shield herself from him. “Maybe, now, you’ll be more open to receiving them.”
He chuffed out a laugh. “Fromyou.” He flicked his gaze to the door. “Open this so we can clear the room, then we gotta get the hell out of here before I toss every one of those throw pillows off your bed, rip off your clothes, and fuck you for days.”
“Ohgod, ohgod.” She stepped close, ran her soft fingertips over his chiseled cheekbone and across his whiskered skin. “I can’t breathe around you.”
“Take a breath and open that door or I’ll shoot out the goddamn lock.”
Using a key, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. He followed, glanced around, and his jaw dropped.
“What the hell,” he uttered.
* * *
Addison shouldn’t have crossed the line with the blowjob, but he’d started it with the kiss. Now, as his gaze floated around the room, she knew she’d have to take their relationship to the next level. Her insides were on fire, the pent-up energy threatening to explode out of her.
She had to have him and she’d didn’t care at what cost.
In the corner of the room stood a simple desk, her laptop the only item on it. There were three monitors on the wall. Those were dark.
This room was her work-at-home command center. She could access anything and everything she needed. Because the security system Hawk had installed was ALPHA-approved, she’d been given permission to work from home when it made sense.
But that wasn’t what had hijacked his attention. Addison had taken her painting hobby in a different direction. What had started out as a beginner art class with Hawk had turned into an obsession. She loved painting men and women in intimate poses. While the pictures were somewhat abstract, there was no denying she’d painted men with broad shoulders, washboard abs, and a nice tight ass.
There were four pieces hanging on the walls, and several leaning against the closet. He walked over to one and stared at it for the longest time.
“This guy looks like me.”
