I snake my hands around to the small of her back and tug her flush against my chest. “Are you sure?”
Her lips part, and I want to dive in. I’m unimaginably hard, and all I can think about is getting my mouth on hers. Last time was intoxicating. This time would be explosive. I can feel it.
Laughing, I twist her around and walk us toward the stairs. She doesn’t move far ahead in front of me. We’re still touching, and although it’s awkward, I’m getting off on the fact that my dick keeps grazing her back. And I get the impression that it’s intentional.
Little tease.
I want to show her what I do with women once they finish playing that game.
Two of the eight cages are empty, so we head for the one in the corner. It’s more private. I shouldn’t even be doing this, so privacy here is key.
Texas grips the sidebars and tentatively steps into the cage. Fuck knows how they get away with health and safety here because there’s about a foot gap between the edge of the walkway and the cage.
It swings gently as she walks inside, but the whole thing is held to the ceiling tight, so it’s not too bad. I don’t think it would swing past five or six inches either way.
She turns and smirks. “Your turn.”
I’m not backing out. I just needed a minute because my self-control is almost out the window. She looks entirely too beautiful in there. Without taking my eyes off her, I grab a bar with one hand and step inside before closing the door behind me. The cage sways a little more but not enough to make us stumble.
“Now that you have me in here, what are you going to do with me?” I ask.
Her eyes burn a hole in me. In the dim light, they look browner.
Silently, she raises her arms and holds on above her head. Stretched out, her breasts are pushed up and straining against the material of her dress.
Fuck. Me.
She watches my reaction as she starts to sway to the music.
I suck in a breath. I’m so jacked up that I could come in my fucking jeans. I have to grip on to the bars on each side of the cage to stop me from grabbing her. Letting go, she wraps her arms around my neck, and the second her chest touches mine, I groan.
“Shit,” I hiss as she arches herself into me. I take one hand off and wrap it around her back, cementing her to my body.
“Kitt,” she whispers, letting her head drop on my shoulder.
I feel like a fucking volcano ready to erupt. I’m so horny that if she’s not careful, I’m going to fuck her in this cage. Consequences be damned.
Her head lifts, and her lips are so close, too close.
Fuck it!
I dip my head and mould my mouth to hers. She moans and presses her body into mine. I trail my hand lower and cover her arse, pulling her onto my dick.
I’m instantly on edge, and from the way her tongue dives into my mouth, I can tell she is, too. Our kiss is hungry and urgent. It’s a battle, and right now, I don’t care who fucking wins because the way she’s grinding herself on me is making me lose my mind.
“Oh God, Kitt,” she murmurs into my mouth.
I growl. I’m wound so tight that my balls ache, and all I can think about is the end goal.
She’s attacking every one of my senses simultaneously. I’ve never been this desperate to come before. I grip her tight, sinking my nails into her hips, and I pull her into me harder while I devour her mouth. Her fingernails cut into my scalp, and she bites down on my lip.
She’s coming.
Fuck. So am I.
I moan long and deep as my body shudders. My fist clenches a bar so hard that it feels like it’s going to snap. If I wasn’t holding on, I’d collapse.
Texas breaks the kiss, but she doesn’t move away.
Finally letting go of the side, I wrap my arms around her. Neither of us speaks, but we hold each other, trying to catch our breaths.
We fucked up. Again.
But I can’t regret it.
KITT
THURSDAY, MAY 7
PARIS, FRANCE
I can’t get my mind off the cage last night. It was singularly the most erotic and sexiest thing that has ever happened to me, and I didn’t even enter Texas. I came harder than I’d thought was fucking possible and nearly passed out.
A replay of that night is on a loop in my head. I keep seeing her grinding herself into me. I can still taste the champagne on her tongue and feel the softness of her lips. When I wash my hair, I feel the sting from the tiny half-moons she cut into my scalp. I want to do it again. I want her pressing herself against my cock. I want to do it without the clothes.
Filthy Sound have just finished our last appearance of the day on another radio show. Now, we’re heading back to the hotel for a chilled night. Well, I am. Coop and Milo are meeting up with two models they met at the club.
I’d love to take Texas back to that cage, but she’s been avoiding me all day. She woke Milo up and told him to make sure Coop and I were awake and ready to go.
Apparently, Texas isn’t feeling well.
It’s bullshit.