Insatiable Craving: 2 (Insatiable Nights) (16 page)

Amazingly, Razor grinned. “Why not?”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“A part of who you are is what you look like.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“At least the veneer you put out there,” he continued. “Every night you came to the club, you wore a sloppy t-shirt and jeans, or something of the like.”

Truth or not, Ginny’s defenses reared. “I come from work!”

“You’re not making your point, sweetheart.” He grinned and took another bite. “I’ve been to Trixie’s. Your boss—”

“Former boss.”

Razor shrugged. “Whatever. He’s too cheap for uniforms. You guys don’t have a dress code. You wear what you have.”

“That’s not true!” He arched a defiant brow and she wiggled again. “Well,” she continued, “we have to wear those aprons, at least. And the hat.”

“But under—”

“Yes, Mr. Smart Man. Point made.”

Razor nodded. “That’s it entirely. You dress like you’re preparing for battle. You want to fade into the background but you can’t. You’re too beautiful for that.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “What a bunch of—”

“Hear me out,” he said, holding up a hand. “When I say you’re beautiful, I don’t mean in a creepy way, or even a superficial way. Don’t get me wrong…you take my breath away. Your eyes. Your lips. The way your hair bounces when you’re riding me. Your skin. You are gorgeous, but that’s not what I mean. I mean in the way you look at things. The way you experience things—the way you experience music. Or at least, my music. You seem to breathe it in as much as hear it.”

Ginny swallowed, protestations abandoning her.

Razor looked away with a small laugh. “That’s when I first noticed you, you know? I was looking out, going through the motions, saw the same damn crowd that was there the night before. You weren’t like that. You just…soaked it in. You were wearing that blue shirt—the one three sizes too big—and had a mustard stain on your right shoulder. Your hair was a little messy, but you weren’t there for a hook-up or to drink your sorrows away. You weren’t like them. You were…a breath of fresh air. That’s what Aria saw when she saw me looking at you.”

He shrugged and cut into his steak again. “I tried to deny it, but she can always see through me. And she saw me seeing you. And what I saw that night, what I’ve seen every night since, was beautiful. Not many people hear music like that. Fuck, I don’t think my own goddamn band hears music like that. I saw you…and you got in.” Razor grinned. “And now we’re here.”

Now we’re here.

Ginny just looked at him for a few moments, aware she was staring but unable to do anything about it. What could she say? What words could possibly come close to forming a response to that? Her defenses had died again, the part of her desperate to get to work repairing the hole Razor’s attentions had made in the wall around her heart pulling hard on the brakes.

It would be so much easier to retreat within herself if he’d just act like she thought he would. If he’d stop caring what she thought and focused on himself.

God, her mind was such a jumbled mess. She kept bouncing from one extreme to the next. All she knew for certain was at this moment Razor was pretty much the best thing in her life, and despite her attempts to shove him out the door, he remained stubbornly lead-footed.

She kind of loved him in that moment, and the thought alone—the existence of the word in her head—made running for the door seem damn attractive.

Ginny swallowed, released a shaky breath, then rose to her feet. “I suggest you put the plate aside.”

Razor quirked a brow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I’m going to jump your bones, and I don’t want to make a mess.”

He grinned, hesitated a fraction of a second, then leaned over to place his plate beside hers. “And if I’m hungry?”

Ginny exhaled slowly, feeling more feminine than she had in her entire life. Every inch of her body tingled with awareness, her breasts aching for his touch, her nipples hard and her pussy wet with need. From the way he appraised her, she knew she wasn’t alone in that regard. In one way or another, she’d been fighting the urge to drag him to bed all day—even and perhaps most especially when she felt fired up on anger.

“If you’re hungry,” she said in a voice she barely recognized as her own, “then we’ll have to find you something else to eat.”

What came next happened in a blur of motion. One moment Razor was looking at her, heat blazing in his eyes, and the next he was pressed against her, his hands on her, his mouth dragging hot kisses from her lips. Ginny melted into him on a moan, her lips parting to welcome his tongue into her eager mouth. The ground moved beneath her feet but she didn’t notice the scenery change from the living room to her bedroom until the back of her legs hit the mattress.

“That was fast,” she murmured between kisses.

“Mhmm,” Razor practically purred, his hands making quick work of her shirt. She hadn’t bothered with a bra after exiting the shower, thus nothing stood between his fingers and her skin. Her nipples became the playthings of his thumbs as Razor’s mouth took to exploring her neck. “What can I say?” he murmured. “I’m one eager pup.”

She giggled then sighed, her head falling back. Her hands braced his biceps, her body fast becoming putty under his touch. Somehow she remembered that nakedness was, while not essential, a definite perk to lovemaking. She hadn’t been with him completely flesh-to-flesh just yet—the closest they’d gotten had been that morning before her inner alarms started blaring.

She wanted his naked skin against hers. Wanted to feel his heat completely rather than experience it secondhand.

The second Razor’s chest was bare, Ginny’s stomach bottomed out. While she’d gotten an eyeful that morning, she’d been too heated in other areas to truly appreciate it. He was sculpted like marble—like one of those damn statues. The clothes he wore betrayed how defined he was. But while Ginny had felt hard muscle beneath her fingers, while she had been pressed close enough to determine he didn’t carry much leftover baby fat, some part of her had clung to the mental image she’d formed upon seeing him the first time. She’d thought he was fit but not toned—he certainly wasn’t overbearingly defined—but his muscles were firm, and when his arms closed around her she felt thoroughly protected.

It was such a silly notion but she couldn’t deny it.

“You know,” Razor murmured, leaning in to whisper soft kisses along her chin, “you stare long enough and I’ll develop a complex.”

“How did you know I was staring?”

“’Cause I was staring at you. Two can play at that game.” He braced his hands on her back and lifted her breast to his lips. He mapped a tight circle around her nipple with his tongue, blew on it, then drew her into his mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Ginny hissed and shuddered, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Razor chuckled, slipping one hand around and tugging on her pajama bottoms. “You’re so responsive,” he said.

“You’ve told me.”

“I love that.”

“Good, ’cause I don’t know how to turn it off.”

He looked up, his eyes darkening. “Don’t even
think
about turning it off. Now sit down.”

“What?”

“On the bed.”

Ginny’s butt met the mattress, which brought her eye-level with his erection. A cool shiver raced down her spine, at odds with the heat lacing her veins. At once, something she’d never wanted to do—or if she had, the urge had long ago died—became something she wanted to try. She raised a trembling hand to his fly and pressed her palm against his hardness.

Razor moaned and jerked. “Oh yes.”

“What?” She seemed to be asking that a lot.

“Touch me,” he said, the cool edge gone, replaced with a hot, melting man who trembled beneath her fingers. “Please, Ginny.”

The shiver she’d felt a moment ago was replaced with an empowered rush. No way could she deny him, even if she tried. Ginny swallowed hard and fingered his fly. “I’ve never done this,” she said.

Razor laughed harshly, but she could tell it was from need rather than incredulity. “Not believing that,” he said. “If you were a virgin yesterday, you aren’t now.”

“I’ve never used my mouth on a man.”

A strangled breath hissed through his lips. “Oh?”

“To be honest, I never wanted to.” Ginny undid his jeans button, then clasped his zipper and slowly dragged it down. Razor took the initiative and shoved the denim down his legs and a blessed second later he was completely naked in front of her, his hard cock jutting out proudly, straining forward as though demanding her mouth’s perusal. Razor’s chest heaved and his eyes burned her. He was a specimen of male perfection, and hers to explore.

“N-never?” he asked, coaxing her back. “You’ve never gone down on a guy?”

She shook her head. “Never. I thought it was gross, to be honest. Little hypocritical, but then I’d never felt a man’s mouth on
me
until yesterday.”

“Shit, really?”

No. Not really. Ginny didn’t know what had prompted her to construct that lie…though that wasn’t entirely true either. Thinking about Travis’ mouth south of her navel had evoked terror and violation, for she knew what would come next. She’d known he’d been preparing her for rape, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Oral sex had lost all appeal until yesterday—until she’d experienced what it was supposed to feel like. Until Razor had taken her to oblivion and back.

There were women, she knew, whose physical virginity was taken by force and who likewise refused to allow the asshole who took the choice away from them the honor of being called their first. It was a philosophy worth embracing. Travis hadn’t pleasured her—he’d overpowered her. Razor was his opposite in every way.

Ginny grinned and tentatively took his dick in her hand, encouraged with drunken bravado. A long moan tore the air apart. Razor threw his head back and thrust his hips forward, his fingers weaving through her hair.

“Ginny…”

She inhaled deeply and lowered her mouth until her lips were just a whisper away from the head of his cock. Her chest felt it might break but she refused to lose her nerve. Even with her mind running a mile a nanosecond, she had her inner switch set on
record
. She wanted to take everything with her—the weight of his erection against her palm, his masculine, musky scent, the way he trembled so violently in anticipation.

And when she looked up, his eyes—God, his eyes swallowed her whole. She could watch him watch her forever.

“Ginny,” Razor murmured again, his voice deeper this time. More guttural—a clear warning the border between control and surrender was inches from being crossed. “You’re killing me.”

A small grin quirked her lips but she killed it quickly. “Sorry,” she said, then before she could overthink herself to death, slid her mouth over his shaft and drew him in.

“Oh fuck.” He hissed, his fingers stiffening on her scalp as his hips jerked forward. “So hot.”

Ginny’s eyes widened but she didn’t object. Instead, she focused on him. She cupped his balls reverently, sucking at the underside of his length. Her thumbs massaged circles into his sensitive skin. “Tell me if I do something wrong,” she murmured heatedly, tongue trailing his shaft again until his mushroom-shaped cock head bobbed against her lips and she sucked him into her mouth.

“Oh my God.” Razor flexed and thrust forward, forcing his dick deeper down her throat. Then he froze. “S-sorry. I can’t… You feel so good. Feels so fucking good. I’ll try to…not do that.”

Personally, Ginny was impressed he was able to get a sentence out. She was so turned-on at his eagerness that she doubted she would be equally successful. The view of him panting and writhing at her touch was one of the most empowering sights she had ever seen.

She nodded and he moaned again, his fingers lovingly massaging her scalp. Ginny smiled around him, earning another whimper. Then she drew her mouth back to his tip, tongue swirling around his head. Her hand gave his balls a final squeeze before curling around the base of his erection, pumping him with rhythm natural to her body. As though she had opened a door to a world of new things she already knew. Her teeth scraped his skin just slightly, and she left his prick to the feel of her explorative fingers, placing a kiss against him before trailing her lips southward. Her hand continued a path back and forth, kneading him in time with his moans and half-coherent praises and vows of adoration.

“Jesus,” he mewled. “Feels so good. Feel so good. God, you’re so perfect. My Ginny.”

Her tongue enveloped his sac, sucking him into her mouth.

“Oh God!”

She drew her mouth away at the harshness behind his tone. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Did that hurt? I didn’t—”

Heated tenderness stormed his gaze. “No. God, no. You’re perfect, baby. You hear me? Like satin. Like milk and honey. Fuck.” Lust veiled his eyes when she lowered her head once more, capturing his cock in her mouth and suckling delicately. Then her hands cupped him again, and she slid him into her until his head brushed against the back of her throat.

Then she began swallowing around him.

“Ginny… I can’t…” His hips thrust forward desperately.

“Mmm?”