CHAPTER 18
Gray all but hauled her from the room and into the darkened hallway. As soon as they were away from prying eyes, he shoved her against the wall, forcing her hands over her head. His lips met hers in a frenzied rush.
Her body, still shaky from her explosive orgasm, nearly folded. He lowered her arms then moved his hands to her waist, then up her body to her br**sts.
“I wanted to touch them,” he said hoarsely. “I wanted to touch you everywhere.”
He shoved her camisole up until his hands found her br**sts. He cupped them, brushed his thumbs across the sensitive peaks. Then he bent his head and sucked one of the ni**les into his mouth.
Her knees buckled. She made a grab for his shoulders, wrapped her hands around his neck and clutched him to her. The air coalesced around her. Bright, shimmery sparkles seem to suspend in midair.
Every nerve ending was still supercharged from her earlier release, and his mouth on her ni**les sent a raging inferno through her system.
His hand slid down her body to the hem of her skirt, and he yanked it up, baring her thighs then her pu**y. He suckled her nipple then moved his head to her other one, working his mouth rhythmically.
He parted her thighs with his hand then slid his fingers into her wet folds. She groaned at the dual sensation of his fingers in her pu**y and his mouth on her breast.
He let go of her nipple and stared her in the eye as he slid two fingers deep into her opening. His thumb found her clit, and he stroked.
“Come for me,” he growled. “Give me one more.”
As his fingers worked deep, an uncontrollable shudder rolled over her body. It started deep in her groin and radiated outward. It tightened until she felt near to bursting. And then she did.
As she cried out, he dropped his head to her neck, kissing and biting at the skin under her ear. He held her up with his free arm while his other hand slid in and out of her pu**y.
She closed her eyes against the sudden burst of pleasure. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. “Oh, God,” she panted.
She clung desperately to him as she rode the fierce storm of her release. He kissed her, passionately, savagely, taking everything she had and offering in return one of the most intoxicating sexual experiences of her life.
As her shudders diminished, and he withdrew his hand from between her legs, she whimpered softly. Slowly, he eased her down until her feet were solidly planted on the floor. Her gaze flickered down to his groin.
In the shadows of the hallway, she couldn’t make out the bulge covered in the dark denim, but she’d felt it a moment ago. She lowered her hands and cupped him.
He went rigid against her.
“Show me how to please you,” she said softly.
He hesitated and then put a hand on her shoulder. He pushed her down to her knees while reaching for his fly with the other hand.
He fumbled with the button and the zipper. As the fly parted, he reached in and pulled out his cock. Another liquid surge of desire blazed through her veins.
His hand tangled in her hair as he cupped the back of her neck. With his other hand, he guided his c**k to her mouth.
“Take it deep,” he rasped.
She opened her mouth and let him slide between her lips.
“Oh yeah, like that,” he said with a groan.
He inched forward, pushing her head against the wall. His hand left her head, and he placed both hands above her, leaning into her.
She tasted him, curiously, wanting to absorb his flavor, his essence, everything that made him the powerful male. She enjoyed the rougher texture of his c**k and the smoother, velvety softness of the head as it rubbed against her tongue over and over.
There in the hallway, for anyone to see as they passed, he f**ked her mouth against the wall. She was on a high she might never come down from. It was heady, exhilarating in a way she’d never experienced.
He plunged deeper, and she forced her throat to relax around him. His hips worked back and forth, and she slid her hands around to cup his firmly muscled ass.
Again he reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair, holding her as he f**ked in long strokes. Then he took her head in both hands.
“Swallow it,” he said. “Take it all.”
She closed her eyes as he swelled larger in her mouth. His thrusts became more urgent, shorter and faster. Then he slid deep and held himself against her, his legs and bu**ocks straining underneath her hands.
The first warm pulse hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed quickly to keep from choking. He eased back then thrust forward again as her mouth filled with his musk.
His hands relaxed against her head, but he continued stroking her hair as he rocked back and forth in her mouth. There was such strength in his movements, yet they echoed such gentleness. It was an addicting combination.
With seeming reluctance, he pulled away from her, his semierect c**k falling from her mouth. He tucked it back into his pants and fastened them up.
She knelt there, too stunned, too out of sorts to get to her feet. She wasn’t sure she had the strength anyway.
He reached down, curled his hands underneath her arms and pulled her to her feet.
“It’s time to get out of here,” he said gruffly.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and started to lead her to the stairs. As she glanced back down the hallway, she saw Damon standing in the doorway to the great room. How long had he stood there? Had he watched the entire interlude?
Strangely she felt no panic over the thought.
Gray hustled her down the stairs, past the social rooms and out the door leading into the small parking lot. A blast of humid air hit her in the face, sucking the breath right out of her lungs. Not that she had much to spare.
When they stepped onto the pavement, she realized she hadn’t gotten her shoes. She halted and stifled a giggle.
Gray stopped and shot her a sideways look. “Something wrong?”
She looked curiously at him. He seemed so…pissed. So out of sorts.
“My shoes,” she said. “I left them. I need to go back.”
“You’re not going back in there,” he ground out.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a look.
“I’ll buy you another pair. You’re not going back.”
Some part of her wanted to tell him to f**k off, but another part, the cautious, smart part of her warned her not to push right now.
He urged her forward again, his hand at her elbow. He guided her between her car and his truck, but instead of opening her door, he opened the passenger side of his truck.