25. Just Stop Kissing
just stop kissing
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Sadie
Sadie’s Guide to Hostage-Taking Being Taken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Your Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle, Tip #14: Don’t feel ashamed for making out with your hostage. Own it.
Davian Reed did not mess around when it came to kissing. He went straight for the kill, raking his fingers through my wet hair and pulling me flush against his front—making goose bumps spread like wildfire across my skin. His lips melded to mine and took complete control.
Not that I was complaining.
When he deepened the kiss with a hunger that stole my breath, the sparks I’d felt since we met roared into an inferno. I dropped the towel from my shoulders and straddled him with little care about what I was—or wasn’t —wearing. All that mattered was getting closer. Feeling the hard muscles of his chest against the softness of mine. I sank into the kiss with everything I had.
I couldn’t get enough.
The way his free hand moved up my waist with only a thin, wet T-shirt between us made my brain short-circuit.
“Oh wow,” I breathed against his lips as his palm grazed the side of my breast. The small gasp that left my throat probably should’ve been embarrassing, but I was too turned on to care.
Davian’s lips curved against mine. “Definitely wow.”
A smirk warmed his voice, and I shifted until I was pressed against his arousal.
He muttered a curse and slid both hands down my body until they cupped my butt.
It only snowballed from there.
Roaming hands. Hungry kisses. Battling tongues.
But with everything he gave me, I only grew greedier for more —just like the dogs at the shelter when we pulled out the kibble.
When Davian reached for the hem of my shirt, his knuckles grazed the bare skin of my stomach like live wires. Not caring we were out in the open on the patio, I let him peel the wet shirt up my stomach and over both breasts—even raising my arms to help him get it off quicker. Once it was free, he tossed the shirt aside, and it hit the patio with a wet slap .
Davian took a moment just to look at me—to really look at me—with a dark gaze that appreciated just as much as it devoured. Straddling his lap in nothing more than a slip of panties and with water dripping from my hair, I’d never felt more beautiful. The sun was warm on my back, but it didn’t stop me from shivering beneath his attention.
He looked at me like I was some dog-rescuing goddess known for baking the best cookies in the tri-state area. Like he wanted nothing more than to worship me and my baking prowess.
“You are…” Leaving one hand on my hip, Davian slowly slid the other up my side. I held my breath as he cupped my breast. His thumb circled the stiff peak, making me arch into his touch. “Exquisite.”
I swallowed.
Well, I’d never been called that before.
Exquisite .
It had a nice ring to it.
“And you’re overdressed,” I said, not surprised when my voice came out husky.
Davian grinned up at me.
But I was determined to fix our clothing imbalance, and I pulled his dress shirt out of his pants with a yank. My fingers greedily found the warm, hard skin of his stomach.
He was quite exquisite himself.
And it wasn’t just his looks that made Davian irresistible. It was the ever-present smirk in his eyes. The way he expertly handled a gun. How he could command a room just by walking into it. Even now—lounging like he sat on a golden throne instead of a patio chair, Davian looked like a man who got what he wanted.
And right now, he wanted me .
That reminder was as intoxicating as it was mind-boggling, and the air between us crackled.
Davian helped me by undoing his top few buttons and shrugging out of his shirt and undershirt, then we collided again in a storm of lips and tongue and teeth. He pulled me flush against him, like he didn’t want to leave even a sliver of space between us. I couldn’t get close enough to him, either, even as I clung to his shoulders and deepened the kiss.
And when his hand slid up my thigh, reaching between my legs, I trembled with anticipation.
The pad of his thumb brushed the thin fabric, making me jerk against the heat of his body, before he found the spot where I wanted him. Quick, tight circles with just my underwear between us turned my brain to mush, and I broke our kiss.
“ Oh .”
Davian’s answering grin was just as maddening as his touch. “Oh?”
My eyelids fluttered as I tried to think of something to say that consisted of more than one syllable, and I wet my lips. “This wasn’t what I expected when you brought out lunch.”
“Me neither.” He raised a brow. “Do you want me to slow down?”
His thumb slowed to lazy, torturous circles.
“Don’t you dare,” I growled, digging my blunt nails into his shoulders.
Davian only chuckled. “You sound about as threatening as a kitten.”
His chuckle morphed into a groan when he pushed the slip of fabric aside and nothing separated his fingers from me. “So wet.”
His appreciative murmur made my neck grow hot, and I dropped my forehead onto his shoulder. Was it normal to be this turned on by my hostage? Was being too wet a thing? My reflex was to make excuses, even as my hips moved against him.
“I was swimming,” I muttered defensively, as if that explained the arousal his fingers slid through. All it did was pull a gruff laugh from Davian.
“Sadie, Sadie.” Soft laughter tickled my ear, and the teasing in his voice undid me as much as his touch did. “No, I think this is all for me. Feel how slick you are and tell me again it’s from the pool.”
I huffed, unsure why I’d even tried to lie. It wasn’t like I couldn’t feel the very prominent evidence of his own arousal underneath me.
“Go on.” Davian shifted his legs to spread my thighs further apart, until I needed to sit up for balance. When he looked up at me, a wicked gleam entered his eyes. He wet his lips, which twitched with the beginnings of a smirk. “Touch yourself.”
If he kept looking at me like that, I’d do anything he wanted me to.
He pulled his hand back, and I barely stopped myself from whining at the loss.
While he watched, I let my hand drop from his shoulder before cautiously trailing it up my thigh. Every inch of my body warmed under his gaze and from the sun shining down on us. I would’ve rather been reaching for his belt buckle, but the way Davian’s eyes tracked my hand like a hawk while he lounged in the chair with the grace of a lazy predator kept me focused on the task at hand.
Or as focused as I could be when all I wanted was for him to touch me again.
Too worked up to even think about making it look seductive, I reached between my legs until I could feel just how wet I was.
Turned out, the answer was very wet.
Like a maybe-I- should -be-embarrassed-about-this amount of wetness.
But since there was no arguing with the evidence, I cleared my throat. “Okay, fine… Not all of it’s from the pool.”
Davian’s gaze was riveted to my fingers.
“Now, was that so hard to admit?” he asked with a low voice, but the unmistakable ego in it made my brows rise.
My hostage was gloating about turning me on?
Okay, two could play that game.
More aroused than I could ever remember being in my life, I eased a finger inside myself while Davian watched. His grip on my ass tightened, and he swore under his breath.
The unwavering focus in his gaze sent a shiver rolling down my spine—a cool whisper even the heat of the sun couldn’t fight.
Who knew touching myself while he watched would be such a turn-on? I was learning a lot about myself today.
“If you’re trying to kill me, it’s working,” Davian ground out as I drew my finger back through the gathered wetness.
He watched me touch myself with that same hunger in his eyes. It made my skin hot all over, especially when I could see the restraint in how his arm muscles bunched.
It wasn’t much longer before Davian snapped—his hand wrapping around my neck and tugging me down into a bruising kiss.
Holy cupcake , he could kiss.
He pulled back just enough that I could feel the tilt of his lips against mine. “My turn.”
A steel grip around my wrist drew my hand away, and he skillfully replaced my finger with his thicker one.
I swallowed at the delicious stretch.
Once I adjusted to his finger, he added another, and I held his shoulders for balance so I wouldn’t do something silly like fall off the chair.
With his palm grinding against me and me already panting like I’d just run a marathon, it didn’t take long for my body to feel like it was about to combust. Especially when Davian trailed kisses down to my neck, where his teeth scraped soft skin.
This close, I could smell his hair.
It smelled nice.
Like peppermint.
“Dav—” I gasped. My body tightened like a loaded spring, my grip digging into his shoulders as I clenched around his fingers.
“That’s it,” he said against my neck as he worked me. The attention his lips gave my skin made me want to do all sorts of dirty things to him. “Go on, Sadie. I want to hear what you sound like when you come on my fingers.”
His words alone almost pushed me over the edge, and maybe they would’ve… if the patio door hadn’t banged open like the starting gate at a horse race and spooked us both.
Davian stiffened with one arm wrapped around my back and his fingers lodged inside me, and I jerked my head up. An equally surprised Vince gaped at us from the back entrance to the house.
The very open, very public house. One that had guards patrolling the grounds. Grounds I was currently getting naked with my hostage on.
I’d somehow forgotten Davian and I weren’t the only two people in existence.
Which was unfortunate, because with Vince’s arrival, what was sure to be the hottest orgasm of my life came to a sudden, staggering halt.
“ Son of a dog biscuit, ” I whispered.