Page 177 of Depraved Boys

I would have grabbed his ass, but he had trapped my wrists. Instead, I writhed under the promising bulge, trying to build up a little friction. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “You feel so good.”

A satisfied rumble reverberated in his chest. Half purr, half growl, but all sexy.

He trailed kisses along my jawline and down the column of my neck until they reached my starched shirt collar. Anticipation tingled through my insides. Would he stop there, or would he pull off my top?

He stared down at me through heavy-lidded eyes. From this angle, his irises were so dark, I couldn’t tell the size of his pupils.

“Undo your tie,” he said.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Will you undo yours?”

Still keeping his eyes on mine, he released my wrists and pulled the knot of his tie free. After throwing the accessory on the floor, he growled, “Your turn.”

With hands that trembled with excitement, hands that longed to explore that dark, olive flesh, I pulled my tie free.

His gaze trailed down to the swell of my breasts, and the tiniest of smiles curled his lips. “Unbutton your shirt.”

“You first.” I smiled back, trying not to salivate at the prospect of seeing Prakash half-naked.

His dark brows quirked. “As you wish.”

Prakash took his time in sliding the buttons out of their little holes. Each reveal of his beautiful, brown flesh elicited a sharp intake of breath from me, and by the time he revealed a ripped torso of firm pecs and a tight six-pack, I was gasping out his name and reaching out to touch him.

“Your turn,” he said.

“You’re so bossy.” Keeping my eyes on his, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall open.

His gaze roved over my breasts, and he licked his lips. “Something tells me you like it that way.” His large hand reached for my left boob, and he paused. “May I?”

I gave him my most enthusiastic nod.

Prakash parted my shirt and ran the tips of his fingers along the lace trim of my bra. His touch sent ripples of pleasure across my breasts and made my nipples tighten.

His nostrils flared. “I had a feeling there was a ridiculously sexy body under that uniform, but this has exceeded my wildest imagination.”

Heat bloomed across my cheeks as I remembered Sebastian climaxing just from the sight of my half-naked body. I reached out and ran my hand down his smooth, hard torso. “Ditto.”

He leaned forward and kissed me again, this time with even more fervor than before. My lips parted to release a groan, and his tongue slipped into my mouth and swiped across mine, sending pulses of pleasure between my spread legs.

“Willow,” he murmured into the kiss.

“Mmmm,” I moaned back and wrapped my hands around his middle. They slid down to a wonderfully firm ass that made me wonder what kind of sports he did to keep so fit.

My hands scrambled to the front of his pants, and he broke the kiss to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. I took off my skirt, desperate for more contact.

He parted my thighs and stared at what was probably a wet patch in my panties. My folds were so slick and ready for him. It was like every ounce of caution, every ounce of common sense had traveled south along with all the moisture in my throat.

Prakash placed the pad of his thumb over my swollen nub, and sparks of pleasure shot from my clit to my core, making me cry out.

“You’re so beautifully responsive,” he murmured. “Everything about you is a wonder.”

Licking my lips with anticipation, I reached for the waistband of his briefs, but a loud knock on the door made my heart jump into my throat. I snatched my hands away.

“Who is it?” Prakash snarled over his shoulder.

Whoever was behind the door continued knocking. For a brief moment, I pictured Cormac standing in the hallway, attempting to rescue me from the boy who had seduced his sister all those years ago.

The knocking continued.