Twist My Heart, Brooke Taylor [best 7 inch ereader TXT] 📗

The devil on his shoulder smirked. Do it. Shock her. Pop that can! The angel froze, wide-eyed in horror, and the devil laughed and laughed.

“Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?”

His eyes popped open. Shit. He was the devil. “Nothing.”

“Tell me.” Thea grinned down at him, her knees straddling him, her breasts rounding out with each breath. Even the angel threw off her rusty halo, relenting. Sex needed to happen soon and the truth would not get any of them there quick enough.

“You were seriously thinking about French fries?”

“Why? Did you want me to say I was thinking about you, Nik?”

His tongue skirted his lips. His need for her was too great to keep the raspy husk from his voice. “My ego might be a little bit hungry right now.”

Her heated laugh sounded like the low idling vibration of an expensive sports car. Fuck if he didn’t want to hear what she sounded like being redlined.

He shifted his gaze away before he made good on the threats and promises she had to have witnessed in it.

“You must really want me to think about you, hmm?”

Nik’s eyes lifted, staring back into hers. The single word came out as a guttural growl. “Yes.”

Sliding against the ridges of his stomach, Thea’s hands plowed his T-shirt up as she maneuvered down almost to kissing range. He gnashed his teeth and snapped his hands to her hips, grasping them. Locking his elbows straight, he blocked her before she crawled over his erection and had him coming like a damn thirteen-year-old.

“So what are you going to do about it, Nik?”

Chapter Eighteen

“Everything.” Nik’s drawled-out, jagged voice scraped up my core, through my body. “I don’t want you to ever forget me.”

Long past playful grins, his lips coiled back, flashing the tips of his front teeth. My lungs cinched as his hands slid up from my hips to snake under the flannel hem of my shirt.

“God, Thea.” His voice lifted with a hint of amazement as strong fingers played across my bare skin with teasingly light strokes. Deep lines crinkled his forehead as if he were desperately trying to comprehend every skin cell he brushed. “You even feel beautiful.”

At the shock of tingling pleasure Nik’s touch stirred, my mouth dropped opened. His tongue quickly claimed the space. His abs fisting, as he pressed his upper body flush against mine.

Entwining my arms around his neck, I channeled my fingers through his thick hair and deepened the delicious kiss. His mouth consumed me and yet peripherally I could feel his palms stroking heat down my back before plunging below my waistband. At my gasp, his lips spread in a slow smile. Long fingers spread out as they stroked and kneaded the rounded flesh of my butt cheeks.

His irises widened, absorbing me like the dry earth did the melting snow. Again, his lips and tongue collided with mine, hard with need. Shifting his grip, he stroked forward around my hips. Anticipation trembled as his thumbs paused to make lazy circles on the points of my pelvic bones.

Breaking from the kiss, his lips rested against mine as we caught each other’s desperate breaths.

“Your mouth tastes amazing, but I need to taste all of you,” he ground out. His nostrils flared with a deep intake of air. Drenched in darkness, his eyes promised exquisite danger.

In one rapid motion, his hands had reached behind my knees and wrapped my calves around his back. They returned under my thighs and heaved my body higher until his teeth found my straining nipple through the flannel shirt. I gasped as he softly nipped the sensitive peak, sending electric waves shooting through to my core. Even in my shock, I dug my elbows hard into his shoulders, pressing my breast into him. “Again,” I begged.

His knees came up, supporting me from behind as he maneuvered to work one-handed to frantically unbutton my shirt. Before he could finish, the night air whipped a lash of cold across my skin. I arched my breast into his hot, waiting mouth. The more his tongue flicked and looped, the harder my hips ground into his ribs—my body seeking, desperate for something I didn’t quite comprehend.

I knew how sex worked. I knew what went where and why. But like with food, I had no idea what exactly I wanted. “More…Nik,” I panted, not sure what I even meant. Only that every part of me hungered hard for him. “I need you.”

As with before, he knew exactly how to feed my cravings. With a sudden jerk, his knees spread and his supporting hand pulled out from beneath me, letting me drop. The apex of my thighs dragged down his ridged abdomen before striking the wide, hard length of an infinitely pleasurable match. My whole body caught fire. His tongue filled me with heat as our bodies ground together, taking some of the edge off the insane need.

He swallowed hard as his mouth pulled away. His fingers moved gently up my neck and plowed through my hair. The base of my skull normally throbbed with dull pain. Now it tingled as he met my heated stare.

“God, Thea, what are you doing to me?” he raked out breathlessly before his tongue plummeted back in, tackling mine. I moaned his name as his mouth captured mine. His taste was more mind-altering than the half bottle of wine I’d drunk.

I desperately tried to keep up with his fervor, but his strength and agility proved it wasn’t necessary. He could have me in any position with the slightest move of his hands. And those hands… They seemed to know just how to maneuver around any obstacle.

His fingers tunneled under my shirt. No longer teasing, they moved with determination up my skin, driving my need deeper. I pushed my hips forward, crushing myself against his hard length and hating the clothes between us. At the sound of my rough, hungry moan, his stroking fingers clamped around my rib cage.

Pain spiked through me, ripping out a cry. The noise shattered