Read Online All Over You (All Falls Down #3) by Ayden K Morgen - Free Book Online Page B

expect you to be able to sing like a fucking goddess. Christ, that voice, kitten. And then you stood up there and called me out in front of everyone for staring at you? Like I could look away. Like anyone could. Not gonna fuck you though," he mutters. "Not yet. Just need a taste before I help you…"
    Before I can fully process the desire to cry out in disappointment over his decision not to fuck me, or ask what he means by 'help me', his mouth is on mine. After one moment of relief for the mouthwash and breath mints he had tucked away in his car, my brain ceases to function.
    He kisses me like he can't get enough, his lips sweeping across mine in gentle brushes before an animalistic groan vibrates in his throat and he goes deeper. His tongue plunges into my mouth to dance across mine as he pulls me closer, one hand tangled in my hair to angle my head, the other on my ass, lifting me into him.
    I cry out when he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. The slight sting left behind has me thrusting my hands into his hair as I try to climb his muscular body. His scent is all around me, and it's good. God, he smells delicious, like heat and liquid sex.
    "Knew it," he mumbles against my lips. "Fucking knew you'd go wild as soon as I had my hands on you."
    He shifts against me and his erection presses into my stomach. He's massive, thick and hard as a rock. My entire body feels like it is on fire as he goes deeper again. Our tongues dance together before breaking apart and then coming together again. He holds me close to his body, keeping me in place with that hand in my hair as he palms my ass, kneading and massaging.
    He's hard everywhere, his body firm and unyielding as muscles bunch and ripple with each movement he makes. The silk of his tie is cool against my overheated skin, the fabric of his suit as soft as Egyptian cotton.
    "Can't wait to get in here too," he mutters and cups my pussy in the palm of his hand.
    My nails dig into his scalp as a keening cry breaks from my lips, an orgasm bursting to life out of nowhere, overtaking me. Heat spirals out from my center, flooding through me in a soft wash. I moan and tremble my way through it, so far gone, I can't stop myself from grinding against his palm, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure I can.
    "Fuck, kitten," he groans loudly against my mouth before once again sweeping his lips across mine in gentle passes. He's breathing hard, his heart pounding against mine. Those sweet, sensual little pecks go on for what feels like an eternity as he brings me slowly back down to earth, holding me securely in his arms.
    When I'm able to breathe again, I don't want to open my eyes and face reality, so I don't. Instead, I nuzzle my face into his throat and hum, sated for the first time since he smirked at me from that dark corner at Mitch's . He holds me tightly as his heart rate slows and steadies.
    "Fucking perfect," he mutters into my hair, and then he's sweeping me off my feet.
    I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me across the living room like I weigh nothing at all. He doesn't even break a sweat. He lays me out on the sofa, and I expect him to follow me down and continue where he left off, but he doesn't. He presses his lips to my crown, and then his heat is gone.
    I manage to pull my eyes open in time to see him striding across the room toward the front door. Confusion funnels through me.
    He's leaving? Just like that?
    "What―? I―?"
    He shoots me a look over his shoulder. With his cheeks flushed with arousal and his eyes dark, he looks like sin. The words of protest die in my throat. I lick my lips, and I can still taste him on them. My heart rolls, my stomach bottoming out. I lift my fingers to my face, pressing them against my swollen lips as if doing so will lock his taste in and keep it there.
    Desire flares brighter in his eyes as he watches me. He exhales a ragged breath and shakes his head, smiling.
    "Behave," he mutters, and then he's