Chapters (33)
- Cover
- The
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- A Note to Readers
- The Wicked World
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- More Books By Melissa Foster
- Acknowledgments
- Meet Melissa
She’d break that will of steel if it took all night. Plucking a breadstick from the basket, she leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her thumb with her fingertips touching her cheek, blocking the view of her mouth from other patrons as she ran her tongue over the end of the breadstick.
His eyes narrowed.
A little giddy at his reaction, she dragged her tongue along the length of the breadstick. “Mm. Big and salty. Just how I like it.”
His grip on her thigh tightened.
She inserted the breadstick slowly into her open mouth, pushing it all the way back to her throat, and he uttered a curse. She withdrew it and did it again, wrapping her lips around it. His chest rose with his heavy breaths. She licked her lips, loving the way his jaw tightened, and started over, doing everything slower this time. His fingers inched closer to her center, their heat radiating through her, making her even wetter. When his gaze dropped to her breasts, she realized she was breathing just as hard as he was, and she was too wet, too turned on. On the brink of an embarrassing disaster.
She dropped the breadstick on a plate and leaned closer, whispering, “I need to get cleaned up before I embarrass us both.”
She pushed to her feet, doing her best to walk on wobbly legs toward the bathroom. She pushed through the door, and a second later he blew through behind her, taking her by surprise as he turned the lock, his expression feral.
“Tobias,” she said breathily, all want, no warning.
“The only thing cleaning up your sweet pussy is going to be my mouth.” He lifted her up and set her onto the counter, shoving her dress up to her waist and spreading her legs wide. He held her there, his dark eyes looking their fill, turning her on even more before meeting her gaze. “So fucking wet and so damn beautiful.”
She couldn’t look away, didn’t want to miss a second of the ravenous beast she’d unleashed as he lowered his mouth, feasting on her like the hungry wolf he was. She clawed at the cold sink, arching at the exquisite sensations racing through her. His whiskers abraded her thighs, making her want more. She fisted one hand in his hair, rocking against his eager mouth as he fucked and sucked and grazed his teeth in the most titillating devouring she’d ever endured. His salacious sounds and gratified groans took her higher. Emotions stacked up inside her until her heart felt like it was going to explode right along with the rest of her. A thousand pinpricks blazed through her like wildfire, her climax clawing just out of reach.
“Don’t stop.”