Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

Her mouth is right there, and I can’t resist, pressing my lips to hers softly. The reaction is instantaneous. Sensations explode inside me, overwhelming and powerful. I can feel Willow’s breath against my lips as she kisses me back, and when she makes a soft noise in the back of her throat, I tug her roughly closer. I surge to my feet, standing up so suddenly that my chair nearly topples over as I pull her up with me. My fingers dig into her skin, as if now that I’ve touched her, I’ll never be able to let her go. I kiss her harder, nearly bowing her backward with the force of it, slipping my tongue into her mouth and tasting syrup and peanut butter and the intoxicating flavor of Willow herself. I can’t get enough. It all goes to my head… and straight down to my cock. It’s a hard, throbbing line in my pants, and I groan against her lips, only pulling away long enough to suck in small snatches of air. Her arms wrap around me, her delicate fingers sliding over my shoulders, the muscles of my back, my neck... And it’s too much. The surge of arousal coursing through me peaks in a sudden, uncontrollable rush. My hips jerk, my cock swelling and pulsing as I come in my pants, wetness soaking the front of my boxer briefs. I rip myself away from her, breathing hard as I stagger backward a step. For a second, Willow and I just stare at each other. My emotions are a riot, out of control. It’s so much. More than I can handle. I can’t take it.