32. Davian’s Treat
davian’s treat
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Davian
I wanted to savor everything about this moment.
The sudden stillness in the room. The anticipation coursing through my veins. The girl .
Sadie sat perched on the edge of the kitchen island, wide eyed with a white-knuckled grip on the counter, watching me approach.
She wore the trapped bunny look well.
It made me want to take my time. Make her sweat it out a little longer. But we’d been interrupted earlier, and I wasn’t sure I had the patience to draw this out. When I reached her, it was as natural as breathing to ease her knees apart and settle into the space between her legs. Sadie had to tilt her head back to hold my gaze.
“You locked all the doors,” she whispered.
I bit back a grin at her stating the obvious and stroked my hands up her bare thighs, wanting to touch more of her. All of her. It shouldn’t be possible for skin to be this soft. “Every last one.”
Sadie glanced down and raised her brows before looking back at me.
“But what about bed?” she asked, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper that made my fingers flex against her thighs.
I leaned closer, all my focus on her full, alluring lips. “Bed can wait.”
She audibly swallowed, and my patience snapped like a twig. I teased her lips with a slow, coaxing kiss, but it didn’t take much coaxing before she wrapped her arms around my neck and tugged me closer.
She tasted even more sugary sweet than earlier, clearly having sampled the cupcakes while she baked. I grasped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss, taking my time exploring every inch of her.
Sadie’s lips tasted like the sweetest salvation, and I would’ve been happy to drown in them for the rest of the afternoon. But I had much bigger plans for her, and that reminder gave me the strength to pull back and let go of her neck.
“Lie back, Sadie,” I said, giving her hips a squeeze.
Her tongue peeked out to wet her kiss-swollen lips as her eyes flitted nervously around the room. “Are you serious? Here? Now? ”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious. Lie back.”
“But— You— What—?” She stumbled over the words, and I cut off her stammering with a quick press of my lips to hers.
“Lie back,” I murmured against her lips.
With one last searching look to make sure I wasn’t joking, Sadie slowly dropped her arms from around my neck and reclined on the cleared counter. Even as she let her body relax, she kept her head tilted to watch me.
My lips twitched, and I rubbed my thumbs over the sliver of silky skin between her top and skirt. “That’s a good girl.”
She huffed a soft laugh, narrowing her eyes. “You’ve said that before, but I’m not a dog, Dav.”
“I just think you deserve all the praise.” I reached down and slowly inched the skirt up her smooth thighs. A slight hitch in her breath was music to my ears. “And it doesn’t sound like you’re complaining.”
The way her throat constricted with another gulp made me grin.
“Nope. No complaints at all,” she croaked. Her hooded eyes followed my progress as I inched her skirt higher.
“Good,” I said, my own voice deepening as I pushed her skirt up to her hips and immediately recognized the dark purple scrap of lace from her underwear drawer. I hooked my thumbs under the sides. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
Sadie’s chest rose and fell with a measured breath, and I watched closely as the decision played out on her face.
“This is so unsanitary,” she mumbled before dropping her head back and pushing her hips up in silent permission. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if unwilling to witness the removal of her underwear.
I took my time easing it over her butt and along her thighs. Over her knees and to her ankles. Bending down, I pulled the garment off her bare feet and tucked it into the inner pocket of my suit. She could have it back later.
Maybe.
Sadie’s breathing picked up, and I grinned before placing a slow kiss on the inside of her knee and settling that leg over my shoulder. After doing the same to her other leg, I slid her ass to the edge of the counter and took a moment to admire the sight.
“Just like I said earlier.” I ran an appreciative thumb over her exposed lips and glanced up at Sadie watching me. “Exquisite.”
A strangled choke left her throat, and she dropped her head back again. “I’m dead. I died. This must be the afterlife.”
Swallowing a laugh, I placed one more kiss on her soft thigh before getting to work between her legs.
She tasted divine.
I watched Sadie like a hawk, studying what she liked and learning her tells. What made her arch her back. Which touches made her breath hitch. When something felt really good, she would murmur nonsensical words of encouragement and grab my hair.
For such a small woman, she sure had an iron grip.
I teased her until she couldn’t take it anymore—until she resorted to pleading—and I loved every second. How her legs locked around my head. Her cries. The little moans my tongue pulled from her throat. The babbling nonsense. She gave me everything I asked of her and then some, making my cock strain against my slacks, demanding to join in the fun.
From the way Sadie’s fingers clung to my hair—even tugging a few strands free—and pulled me against her, she was enjoying herself, too.
I could spend all day between her thighs.
When her climax hit, she threw her head back and bucked against me until I banded an arm over her hips to hold her down. My name left her lips in a cry I wanted to hear again and again and again —even as her grip temporarily blinded me.
I slowed my attention, easing her down until she melted against the counter and her warm, awestruck gaze collided with mine. She looked at me with a sweet hunger and appreciation that had nothing to do with who I was or what I could do in this city, but everything to do with what I could do to her .
That simple look sent a raw, primal urge coursing through me so intensely, I couldn’t fully bite back a groan.
And in that moment—on a kitchen island, surrounded by pink cupcakes and disgusting chickpea dog treats—I knew I was in trouble.
Because I didn’t just want my little hostage-taker to stick around until this mess with the Skulls was cleaned up.
I wanted her to stay for good.