Page 8 of Wicked Love

* * *

Kicking the door shut, I pushed Isla against it, my lips hungry for hers. We kissed like we were at war. Mortal enemies trying to get the upper hand. My body pulsated. Two hands were not enough to touch her everywhere I yearned to. I had no idea what it was about this girl, but it’d been a long time since I felt alive kissing a stranger. In college, I usually went for the wealthy heiresses or the overconfident bimbos, who cared about nobody but themselves. Isla, though, looked like no one I’d ever been attracted to before. She had the Stay away I could be lethal warning plastered all around her. At the same time, she was like a cute kitten who had claws but didn’t know how to use them. At least, not yet. I had no idea if she could ruin me, but for once, I wanted to play with fire. To know how combusting in flames felt like.

Lifting an arm, my fingers fisted her hair, tilting her head back as I devoured her greedy mouth. She tasted like tequila and mint.

I wrapped my other arm around her waist, keeping her as close to me as possible.

Taking control of the situation, Isla unwound the arm holding her and guided it to her thighs. She shoved her skirt up, and with a firm grip on my hand, showed me the way to her wet heat.

She cried as I shunted her panties and pushed a digit inside her tight channel.

Her head jerked back.

Time stopped.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.”

This girl was my kryptonite. And every whimper exiting her red lips sent a surge of desire through me.

Enveloping my hand with hers, Isla guided my digit in and out of her at a quick pace, chasing her own pleasure. That was so hot. And yet I didn’t want to be done too early, the night still young.

“More,” she said against my lips. Her low, pleasured voice sent discharges of electricity through me.

Breaking away from the kiss, she bit my earlobe.

“Ouch. Jesus, girl.” The sting of pain got me harder. Gone was her good-girl persona, and upfront was her temptress side.

She rolled her hips, searching for friction by locking a foot around my ankle, grinding against me.

“Don’t you dare go slow,” she urged between cries.

Removing my other hand from her hair, I clamped it around her ass, keeping her as close to me as possible and enjoying the flesh filling my palm, as I fingered her with abandon.

I accelerated the pace, my hand a drenched mess.

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. No doubt they would leave marks. And the sadistic part of me relished the fact she was branding me. I loved the idea I was hers for the night.

Isla ate my face, licking and biting. She sampled every inch of my flesh with her greedy tongue, moaning as she did. If kissing her felt this amazing, I had no doubt sex with her would be out of this world.

I couldn’t wait to discover if she would consume my entire body with that much passion. Fuck.

An animalistic growl broke free from my throat.

She whimpered in pleasure, and my dick grew harder in my jeans. This had to be the rawest form of desire I ever experienced. A carnal hunger I wasn’t strong enough to resist.

There was no slowing down or taking things easy.

I had no memory of kissing a girl as if my life depended on it before.

Her lips returned to mine, and my tongue pushed inside her mouth, taking and giving with the same hunger.

Insatiable, I glided a second finger inside her and with my thumb, drew circles over her clit. Isla stiffened against me, and I used this moment to feed on her neck. I sucked the skin there, longing to mark her. I curved my fingers still buried deep inside her and hit her where I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist for long. I licked a trail from her collarbone to her jaw. A loud cry parted her lips, and she detonated in my arms, looking beautiful with her head tilted back, hooded eyelids over glazed brown irises.

Unable to stay put any longer and wanting to be buried balls-deep inside her, I fetched a condom from my wallet and rolled it over my strained erection. When I stared at Isla, she was busy ditching all her clothes as if they burned her skin, leaving her in nothing but a set of black bra and panties.

My jaw hung open. She was a sight for sore eyes.

If I thought she looked sexy fully dressed, the half-naked version of her was enough to bring me to my knees.