Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tonya Ramagos Page A

would need Andrew to do it. She was even more confident of that now that her suspicions were being confirmed.
    But I need him for something more right now. I need him for me.
    She trailed her fingernail beneath Andrew’s bottom lip, then down his chin. He swallowed hard and his Adam’s apple bobbed, his chin lifting slightly as her fingernail followed the line of his throat to the collar of his button-down shirt.
    “You haven’t answered,” she prompted. Her nail disappeared beneath the first button and she worked it free with her thumb. Brazenness came rather easily for her. When she saw something she wanted, she went after it with everything she had. She’d known immediately she wanted Andrew. How desperately, how quickly, and how powerfully that desire had built and had given her pause, especially at Club Lust tonight, but not anymore. “Should I take your silence as a no?”
    He stared down at her unblinking, unmoving, his expression unreadable. Then, his hands closed on her hips and he yanked her hard against his body, surprising a gasp from her throat. “You’re not drunk.”
    Chrystal wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling her, but the gruffness in his tone combined with the sensations of being held so tightly against his solid body stole her ability to speak. She shook her head. No.
    His face inched closer to hers, his gaze searching hers. “Not on alcohol or anything else.”
    Again, his words sounded more like a statement than a question, almost as if he were convincing himself she was operating with a clear head and not under any sort of drug. She started to ask what he thought that “anything else” might be, but deemed the answer to be part of the secret-sharing conversation she’d suggested they table until tomorrow.
    She shook her head a second time, feeling the air thicken around them, her body heating inside and out. Juices gathered along her feminine lips. Her clit pulsed as need mounted into a throbbing pressure in her channel.
    “Then you should know what you’re doing.” His breath moved hot and seductive over her lips, seeping through her skin to caress every erogenous spot in her body.
    She caught the warning in his tone a nanosecond before he kissed her. She saw it coming, but was too mesmerized by his eyes, the golden swirl blending with the hazel, to fully register it until his mouth captured hers.
    She’d fantasized about kissing Andrew for days, barely containing herself from giving into the temptation to instigate a scene very similar to this. Reality, however, proved far different than any kiss she had conjured. He crushed his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue between her slightly parted lips and instantly taking control.
    The fingers of his right hand tightened on her hip as he slid his left arm around her waist. He flattened that hand on the small of her back and pulled her more firmly against him, angling his head to take the kiss deeper.
    Kiss? No, he didn’t just kiss her. He inhaled her, consumed her, took full possession of her through her mouth, and she let him. Pressed against his body, feeling every rigid muscle and hard plane, feeling the heat and energy pumping off him to seep into her even through their clothes, she couldn’t think to stop him. Not that she would have. Hell, no. She wanted this. She wanted more.
    Her hand was caught between them, her finger trapped beneath the second button of his shirt and their bodies. She wound her free arm around his neck, fisted the back of his hair in her hand, and managed to work the next button free despite her finger’s entrapment. If that wasn’t a signal that she knew precisely what she was doing, she didn’t know what would be.
    Andrew used his hold on her waist and hip to spin them both around, backing her against the window as his tongue did wondrous things to her mouth. It tangled with hers, dragged along her palate, swept over the back of her teeth, and dove back in for more.
    She tasted the sweet remnants of