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as she stopped beside her door.
She leaned against the wall. “No hard feelings about anything we talked about?” she asked hesitantly.
Did she know that she looked like a dark haired angel with those sleepy brown eyes and pale skin? He let out a breath and stepped closer to her and placed a hand on the wall above her head. He shook his. “No hard feelings.” Without giving her time to move or reply he lowered his head and kissed her roughly, demanding her mouth open under the pressure of his.
Her mouth opened and he drove his tongue in, turning his head to the side to deepen it even further. When her hand came up to his neck he lifted his head and straightened up. “Have a good sleep, angel,” he whispered.
“Bastard.” she hissed. She grabbed his hand and backed into her room pulling him with her. “Here. Now. At this gathering and then we don’t discuss it.” She lifted her hand when he started to speak. “And we don’t tell the others.”
Steven leaned back and closed the door. He didn’t like the terms, but it was a start. “I’ve got four hours before Dade wakes up to see me missing.” He didn’t take his eyes off her.
“I hope this isn’t a mistake,” she whispered pulling his hand as she backed up to the bed.
“It’s not, Angel.” When her legs hit the bed he reached out and lowered her onto it. With his weight he pinned her to the mattress. He looked down into her dark eyes. “I won’t let it be.”
They dove at each other at the same time. Grasping clothes as their mouths locked together. Lifting his head, he pulled the shirt over hers and his eyes devoured the naked skin he’d revealed.
Holding her arms trapped in the shirt above her head he lowered his mouth to pluck at one nipple with his lips. She rose up towards his mouth. Gripping her under the hips with his free arm he pulled her into him and scrapped his teeth across her breast.
Her hands struggled against his hold on her. Running his tongue up to her neck he nipped the soft flesh and felt her squirm into him. “Angel.” He whispered against her neck. “I’m going to make you squirm for me.”
She struggled again to get her hands out of the shirt holding them prisoner. He held her from being able to touch him and kissed her with long and deep kisses stroking his tongue against the stud in hers. His other hand worked her skirt up over her hips until her could feel the bare skin. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and that almost drove him to rush faster. How many times had he dreamt about doing this? Of being with her? He’d lost count, but now was his chance to show her how he felt.
Running his hand up the inside of her thigh he brushed it over the wet center. She groaned into his mouth.
Pulling his mouth away he leaned down over her, keeping her hands still until his mouth could brush over the tattoo on her thigh. “This little witch has tormented me since you danced at Leena’s garden party.” He bit it gently between his teeth.
Her legs dropped open at the contact. Reaching over he held her legs down. He looked down at her stretched out for him and growled. She was as perfect as he’d always imagined. Dipping his head he ran his tongue over her clit lightly. She sucked in a quick breath.
“Steven...” He stabbed his tongue in and she sucked in a breath again.
Lifting his head he looked up at her with her eyes closed and the rise and fall of her breasts as she began panting. “You’re going to squirm for me, angel. Then I’ll give you what you want.” He lowered his mouth again and flicked his tongue over her clit gently.
Her hips bucked, making him lean down on her legs harder. He stroked his tongue in and out slowly, causing her to moan and squirm against him. When her breathing became faster and she tried pushing down onto his tongue he lifted his head and gently blew on her heat.
She whined softly. Smiling, he licked inside of her thighs and over her swollen flesh without ever making close enough contact to