Chapter 5 #2
I dropped my head, caught her breast in my mouth, and groaned.
A slow lick, then a pull that made her whimper, and her heartbeat kicked under my tongue.
Her skin tasted like salt and vanilla in the rain and something that belonged only to her.
She shivered, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and whispered my name like she wasn’t supposed to.
My hand found her hip, fingers digging in, holding her steady when she started to tremble. Then I shifted my weight, wedging my thigh between her legs, and she ground against me—a small, helpless motion that punched the air from my lungs.
She let out a sweet little sigh, and my dick throbbed in response. Yeah, that sound right there—equal parts plea and surrender—was going to fucking haunt me.
I slid my palm down her side and over the curve of her hip, into the waistband of her jeans. The button popped easily, and I dragged the zipper low. With a deep groan, I dipped my hand beneath the edge of her lacy panties, my fingers finding heat and slickness.
“Fucking drenched,” I grunted. “That all for me, baby?”
She jerked her head up and down, then tipped it back against the wall as her hands clutched my biceps, her knuckles white.
I kissed her again as my fingers began to move. Slow, measured, and teasing. My thumb worked her with slow circles at first, then went deeper, rougher, pushing her higher with every pass. She bit her lip to hold in the sound of her pleasure, but I wasn’t having that.
“Let me hear you, Alanna,” I demanded. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand. Just like that.”
She grabbed at my shoulders, then the wall, like she didn’t know where to hold on.
“Chance,” she cried out, drawing any remaining blood from my head and sending it straight to my cock. I kissed her again, swallowing her moans, grinding my hips against her thigh because I couldn’t not. Every time she broke against me, it felt like a hit of adrenaline straight to the chest.
Her body went tight, trembling under my hand. When I finally pulled back, my lips brushed her ear. “That’s it. Let go for me, beautiful.”
Her breath hitched once, twice, and then she shattered with a cry.
I didn’t stop. I kept my hand there, riding her through the aftershocks, drawing it out until she was boneless against me. My mouth was at her jaw, catching every sound she made like it was something sacred.
When it faded, she blinked up at me, her eyes glassy and dazed, looking at me like I’d stolen her gravity. Then she sagged against me, her face pressing to my shoulder and her breath ragged.
My heart slammed against me like it wanted out of my chest.
I should stop now.
But I don’t move.
Her skin was hot, her scent thick in the air, and my fingers were still wet with her.
Every part of me screamed for more.
I pulled my hand from between her thighs, slick and hot. For a second, I just looked at it—what I did to her. Her scent was all over me, her heat still clinging to my skin, and I had to know what she tasted like.
I brought my fingers to my mouth and dragged them slowly between my lips, tasting her and groaning low in my chest. Sweet. Salty. Her. I could get drunk on it.
“Perfect,” I muttered against them, like a curse.
Her eyes went wide as she watched me, still trembling from the last remnants of her climax.
I should stop now.
But I just can’t bring myself to move.
Her lips parted—just the tiniest bit, but it killed me. She was still half lost in ecstasy, her chest rising fast and her beautiful skin flushed. I glided my thumb across her bottom lip, smearing the taste of her own heat there.
She looked up, pupils blown wide, eyes soft and wild all at once.
I was fucking gone.
My hand found her hip again, and I gripped hard enough to bruise, sealing our bodies together so she could feel what she did to me.
She gasped, and I bit back a groan when her fingers clutched my belt.
“You feel that?” My voice was low and rough as I rolled my pelvis, rocking the giant bulge in my pants against the sweet spot between her legs. “That’s what you do to me.”
Her fingers tugged so lightly I almost missed it. Almost. The line I’d been holding snapped clean.
I practically ripped my jeans open, the zipper loud in the quiet.
My pulse pounded behind my eyes and throbbed in my cock.
She shook her head, her gray eyes still cloudy like a storm.
It wasn’t fear I saw in them, though. She was dazed and a little overwhelmed.
So I kissed her again, slower and deeper, until her body melted against mine.
Her hands rested on my chest, and her fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt like a lifeline.
Carefully, I freed my long, thick cock and—
The song “Beat the Devil’s Tattoo” suddenly blared from her purse, making us both freeze as the sound sliced through the heat like a blade.
I knew that ringtone. Jax.
The world slammed back into focus, and I jerked back like I’d been burned.
Instantly, I set Alanna on her feet, and my hands dropped to my sides.
Dragging a breath through my teeth, I forced myself to fix her clothes—sliding the straps of her bra back over her shoulders, bending to retrieve her shirt and pulling it over her head.
I avoided meeting her eyes, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to resist.
Her lips were swollen, her cheeks pink, and I could spot a little bite mark just below her chin. It would be gone by morning…and why the fuck did that bother me so much?
When I finally peeked at her gray orbs, they were glassy with what I’d just done to her. And all I could think was that I needed to do it again.
But the song kept playing, crashing over me like ice-cold waves.
I took a step back before I forgot why I shouldn’t, tucking myself back in and zipping up my jeans.
Alanna blinked up at me, confused, as though she was still trying to wrap her head around what was happening.
I backed toward the door, my chest heaving and my hands flexing like they didn’t know what to do without her.
The air between us still burned, and my heart slammed against my ribs hard enough to hurt.
She hadn’t moved, still pressed to the wall with her chest rising fast and her lips parted like she couldn’t quite catch her breath. Her shirt was crooked, her hair wild, and her skin flushed. She looked wrecked, beautiful, and mine.
Her scent clung to my skin, sweet and heavy. And the sound of her voice. Fuck, that broken little gasp when she came kept echoing in my head. I’d tasted her. Felt her fall apart on my hand. And I wanted more. So much more.
I wanted to grab her again, drag her back into me, and finish what we started.
Before I even realized I’d moved, I’d taken a step forward. She looked up, and that soft, dreamy look in her eyes nearly finished me. I was about to say fuck it. To take her mouth again and tear down whatever was left of the line I’d already crossed.
Then the phone rang again.
The same damn ringtone. Shattering the heavy silence.
The sound snapped what was left of the spell.
Reality came roaring back—Jax’s voice in my head, Alanna’s wide eyes, the weight of every reason I should have walked away before this started.
I dragged in a rough breath and backed up another step. My pulse still raced, my blood hot and my head a fucking mess.
She looked at me like she didn’t understand why I’d stopped. When I took yet another step back, disappointment flashed in her pretty, stormy eyes.
If that phone hadn’t gone off again, I would’ve taken what I wanted and ruined us both.
“You should get that.”
She reached for her purse with a trembling hand. I turned away before I could watch her answer it, my jaw tight enough to crack.
My voice came out low and rough as I ripped open her door. “Set the damn alarm.”
Then I left—because if I stayed one more second, I’d never walk out.