Page 14 of Devil’s Snare

“Tell me you don’t want this. That you want me to leave you alone,” I growled, giving her only one chance. Once this moment passed, I’d be in control. If Gwen wanted me to walk away, I would. But only tonight.

“I, uh,” she began, not quite giving me an answer.

“Gwen.”

Her gaze focused on me and cleared. “Stay.”

“Tell me who you met at the diner.” I had to know. It was driving me fucking crazy.

“My brother,” she revealed, a touch breathless. “Ethan.”

Her brother. It made sense. He didn’t seem to touch her with anything other than affection. And now that I thought about it, the resemblance was there.

My fingertips grazed the indentation of her waist, pushing up the material of her tank. She slept in only panties and the shirt. As I licked my lips, I could see her nipples hardening into points and pushing against the thin fabric.

Unable to resist, I lowered my head and sucked on the ribbed material. A soft cry left her lips as I tongued the pert peaks. Gwen’s head fell back, and she lifted her hips, trying to gain friction against me. But I wasn’t letting her get off on me. Not right now.

I wanted to drag this out, to make her so fucking wet for me that she couldn’t stand it before I finally gave her my mouth and cock. “Tsk, tsk,” I murmured. “Naughty girl.”

She shivered as I lightly blew on the fabric.

Sliding down her body, I paused at her center, gently pushing her thighs wide. With my broad shoulders between her legs, I was dangerously close to the wetness seeping into the fabric of her panties.

Fuck.

Would it hurt to steal one little taste? Just one swipe with my tongue? Would her response be as sweet and addictive as I imagined?

I pushed my nose into her damp, cloth-covered core and nuzzled it. For a few seconds, I just inhaled, fighting off the visceral reaction in my body. Every part of me was hard for her. My cock strained against my jeans, eager to be set free.

Then, without warning, I pushed away from Gwen. “Get some sleep.” I stood and adjusted my dick, knowing she could see what I did. This close to her, I knew the bulge showed her exactly how turned on she made me. “Dream of me.”

She screeched as I walked toward the window. “Cin!”

“Yeah, Bambi?”

“I have a front door.”

“I’m aware.”

Before she could ask why I didn’t use it, I slid out of her room and closed the window. I didn’t have to look back to know I left her a bit achy and in need. It made my cock harden further to think of her touching herself as my name tumbled from her lips.

I’d have to make that a reality soon.

Until then, I was going to enjoy this.

Chapter 5 Gwen

He left me.

Cin just got up and left right after he stuck his nose between my thighs and nuzzled me like I was his favorite new toy.

No. Fair.

I groaned as I flopped back against the mattress. Annoyed with Cin, but more with myself, I rolled over and slipped from my bed. He teased me like that on purpose and I let him. Now I was just flustered. Walking into my living room, I flicked on the light and reached for the remote. I needed a distraction from the memory of his tongue and heated breath on my skin. From the way his skilled fingers seemed to know exactly how to touch and play with me. God, he had a sinful mouth.

Not a damn thing on any of the apps I usually watched held my interest. I squirmed on the couch, trying not to think about Cin’s head dipping between my legs. Or how he kissed, licked, and sucked on my skin like he wanted to devour me. In the best way.

How could I long for someone I barely knew? Why did his presence feel like a sin and heaven at the same time?