Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)(79)

Until her.

I don’t even realize I’m grinding against her, but she starts rolling her hips to meet every shallow thrust. Every touch and breath drives the fire between us higher, and I’m on the edge of a cliff, my dick lengthened and hard. I slip my hand under her dress, only to encounter the shapewear again instead of flesh.

“Hen, I want to touch you.” Frustration claws at me when my fingers caress the edge of the satin around her thighs. “Need to taste you.”

“Mav.” She drops her head to mine, pressing our foreheads together. “We can’t. Not here.”

Desperate, I take her hand and pull her behind the changing screen. The privacy it affords is flimsy, but everyone is out on the dance floor. I don’t anticipate being interrupted, but honest to God couldn’t give a damn right now if we were. She looks debauched, breasts out with the dress folded down to her waist and around her hips. Hair spills over her shoulders, and her nipples peekaboo through the long strands. Her lips are pouty, swollen from rough kisses, and I can’t resist taking her mouth again. I press her into the wall, one hand above her head and one palming her breast and stroking the hardened tip.

“Oh, God,” she pants, fumbling with the dress to shove it down and over her hips. “Mav, please.”

The dress pools around her ankles and only the sexy shapewear remains. It’s black and shiny, clinging like a second skin to her hips and thighs. I tug it down over the lush curve of her ass until it joins the dress in a heap at her feet.

I wasn’t prepared to see her fully naked, but she stands before me in nothing but her stilettos, thick and firm and luminous, the overhead lights kissing her brown skin. She is statuesque glamour stacked into a brickhouse body. Smooth, supple, generous curves accessorized with complete confidence. She stands in the light letting me look my fill. No squirming and shifting. Just tall and proud. It forces me to my knees.

I pull one long leg over my shoulder and take her in for the first time. Her pussy is bare and slick, glistening. As soon as I touch the bundle of nerves, she gasps and tosses her head back to thump against the wall.

“Mav,” she moans, rolling her hips and twisting her pretty face with desperation. “Come on now. Stop playing.”

I blow across her, and chuckle when she tries to nudge my face toward her.

“You not gon’ rush me, Hendrix. I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I met you.”

She stares down at me and a frown puckers her sleek brows. “What?”

“Yes,” I affirm, running my palm down the smooth skin of her leg, squeezing the plump softness. “As soon as and ever since.”

I give us what we both crave, spreading her open and burying my face between her legs. She’s whimpering and twisting in my hands, but I hold her still so I can get it exactly the way I want it. She clutches my head, forcing me deeper in and I gladly go, thrusting my tongue inside of her. Pushing two fingers and then three inside, and never letting up.

“Ahhh. You gotta… I need…” She thrashes her head against the wall, the long hair tumbling around her shoulders. “Mav, damn.”

I feel her release before I taste it. The tremor in her leg as it almost buckles. The way her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging until it hurts. I want to taste her forever.

She pants above me, her breasts heaving like we’ve run a mile. I let her leg slide off my shoulder and stand, pressing her into the wall, wrapping my hand around her throat and crashing my mouth down on hers. She bites my lips, chases my tongue, licks my teeth and the lining inside my jaw. It’s a feral kiss, both of us drunk on the taste of her, on the taste of our mingled passion. The need to be inside of her is locomotive. A driving, churning ache that must be relieved.

I turn her to face the wall, slipping my fingers between her legs and pushing back inside. Her gasps and moans encourage me to push in another.

“I want to fuck you, Hen.”

She flattens her hands to the wall and pushes back onto my hand.

“Do it,” she chokes out. “Hurry up.”

“You want it?” I ask, releasing one finger to caress between her legs.

She drops her head to the wall and swivels into the contact, increasing the pressure of my finger on that bud of nerves.

“Yeah,” she almost slurs, sounding as drunk as I feel. “Please.”

I pull my fingers out and touch them to my lips.

“You taste so damn good,” I groan.

She presses her ass back against me restlessly. “Come on, Mav.”

I push the hair aside and over her shoulder, taking in the long expanse of her flawless back and the exaggerated jut of her ass from her waist. My hands actually shake when I get my pants open and down. I nudge her feet wider and with one hand angle her hips back so I can push up and into her. I slide in smoothly, perfectly. We both gasp when her body clenches around me.

“Fuuuuuck.” The word erupts from me and I tighten my hands at her hips. “I’m raw.”

She reaches behind us and grabs my ass, pressing me deeper inside. Her body greedily sucks me in, and a groan pushes past my lips.

“I’ve been tested,” she pants. “And I’m on birth control, but I don’t… we can’t—”

“I’ll pull out,” I cut in, breathing heavily at her neck. I don’t want her worrying about anything except how good this feels. “I’m negative, too, but I’ll still pull out.”