Warrior (Twisted Sister #2) by Lacy LeRoch Page A

me your answer,” he whispers in my ear.
    His lips brush over my earlobe, and I purr when his teeth sink in. I can’t think as he rubs my slit painfully slow. I’m almost on the verge of attacking him for stirring me when he suddenly pushes the tip of his finger inside of me. With extreme care, despite his large size, he gently rubs his thumb in a circle around my swollen nub. The feeling is torture and makes me crave more. I move my body trying to chase his fleeting touch, but he doesn’t let me get his hand where I need it the most.
    “Not until I have your permission.” He smirks, removing his hand completely away from me.
    “Ahh,” I groan exasperated, and throw my head into the pillow. I start sucking in a lungful of air in a vain attempt to calm my breathing.
    A contented purring echoes around the room. I’m curious to see what has him making this sound. If I wasn’t wet and wanting before, the sight of him now… well, damn… this incredibly hot man has his fingers in his mouth, sucking my juices off them. That’s the biggest turn on in my life. No man has ever done that to me before. I’m a puddle on the bed. He looks like he’s savoring his last meal on earth. Oh… my… God, just watching him taste me like that makes me want to grab his hand and make him do it all over again. Just so I can see that look on his face. His eyes are closed as his tongue dips and sucks on the fingers he had in me. That tongue… oh God… that tongue, it’s long, thick and…
    Shit Madison, get a hold of yourself and stop thinking that way.
    For once, I have no words. I lay there opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. I need to get a hold of myself. Just open your mouth Madison and agree. No matter how hard I try, I can’t form the words in my throat. So I do the only thing I can, I spin around onto my knees, lean up and take his face in my hands. His eyes fly open in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting me to react this way. I keep my gaze on him, as I lean forward and brush my lips along his. I kiss him softly running my tongue over the edge of his lips. He doesn’t react, so I let go of his jaw and place one hand on his chest and the other around the base of his throat. His eyes widen and he stares down at me. With a tilt of my lip, I lean forward and suck his bottom lip into my mouth.
    Something inside him snaps into action. He growls so loud, the glass in the window frames rattle. My pulse quickens as he pulls me into his arms. He takes hold of my hips, deepening the kiss, our tongues clash in an erotic tango, tasting and exploring each other’s mouths. Without breaking the kiss, I pull him down with me onto the bed, twisting my body at the last minute. He gasps in surprise as he realizes that I now have the upper hand and he’s under me. I smile wickedly as I reach down and take his hands from my hips and raise them above his head.
    “It looks like I’m now the one giving the orders.” His eyes darken and his breathing becomes heavy. “Don’t… move,” I tell him sternly.
    I reach down to the hem of his black shirt and start to lift it up over his head. When I get to his lips, I stop. Leaning forward and taking his bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down that hard that I draw blood and he purrs, thrusting his hips up. Running my tongue along his lip, I soothe the sting left behind by the bite. He goes to move his arms to grab me, but I pin them back down causing him to laugh.
    “Let me touch, ma petite,” he purrs sweetly and innocently.
    He pouts, he actually pouts and hot damn, I want to make him beg for it. I shake my head and move down the length of his body until I’m sitting on his lower legs. There’s something erotic about watching his reaction, as I reach down and take hold of the fly of his pants. He sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly. When they open again, there’s that much heat behind them, my heart almost stops beating. He has broad shoulders with the most