Chapter 13 #2
He rested his hands on her bare hips. “I would love to have you finish undressing me, but can we do it close to something with a soft landing?” One side of his mouth hitched.
“My control is skating on thin ice here. I’m going to want to have you flat on your back as soon as my pants are off, and I’d rather that happened on a cushioned surface.
This tile floor won’t do either of us any favors. ”
Bubbles bumped together in her tummy, and she couldn’t stop from giggling. “Okay, Mr. Antsy.”
“Hey, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen you like this. You can’t blame a guy.” Stooping, he plucked her robe from the floor and settled it on her shoulders. “Here. So you don’t get cold.”
“So considerate.”
He broke out with a crooked smile. “That’s me.
” He grasped her chin and tilted it up, pausing a moment.
His fingertips feathered over her jaw while his eyes mined hers.
Then he lowered his lips to hers. The gentle press grew heated within seconds.
Soon he was plundering her mouth, staking his claim.
She pushed up on tiptoe, and her robe began to slide from her shoulders.
Clutching it around her, he drew back, his breath sawing through him. “You’d better lead the way to your bedroom now, or I will have you on the floor. Or your kitchen table, which doesn’t look too stable. Just sayin’.”
“It’s not,” she giggled. Taking his hand, she led him to her bedroom, where the only light came from the porch and slatted through the blinds.
Shadows cloaked them as she lifted his T-shirt.
She couldn’t wait to get her hands and mouth on his hot, smooth skin, and she began licking and touching, leaving him to remove the shirt the rest of the way.
A mild chuckle rumbled through his chest, but she didn’t give a damn if he knew how badly she wanted him.
A gold disk the size of a nickel lay in the flat between his pecs, suspended on a gold chain.
A memory struck her. The burnished locket had belonged to his mother, and he had worn it since before she’d met him.
He always kept it tucked away, close to his heart.
It seemed to catch the scant light in the room and radiate an otherworldly glow from within.
Angie leaned in, lifted the precious heirloom, and turned it over. She didn’t have to see it to know the initials SD were engraved there—Susan Durbin.
She kissed his warm skin beneath. In the dark, his eyes flashed with knowing and held hers for a breathless moment. Familiarity flooded her like a gentle cascade from one hot spring pool to the next. Closing her eyes for one heartbeat, she let the sensation soak into her being.
His hands began caressing her back, his touch electrifying the places the shared memory had warmed her. Urgency seemed to burst forth in both of them, and he began squeezing her ass while she fumbled with his belt.
“I got this,” he rasped, and he helped her along by unfastening the buckle and sliding the leather through it.
“All yours.” Dangling his arms at his sides, he stood still, inviting her to take command.
She didn’t hesitate. The tension rolling off him was like a spring that had been wound too tightly and was ready to whip loose and cause all kinds of havoc. And she loved it.
She unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips as far as her fingers could reach, abandoning her task so her eager hand could seek and find the real prize it was after.
When she stroked him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, his chest drummed with a groan.
She dipped her fingers beneath his waistband and wrapped them around velvet-covered steel.
He was long and thick and heavy in her hold, and she trailed her fingers along his length from root to tip.
He shuddered, and she fought to school a Cheshire Cat grin.
Her exploration was cut short when he moved her hand away with a noise that bordered on distress. “You’re killing me here.”
“Did I hurt your ankle?” she squeaked in alarm.
“This problem has nothing to do with my ankle,” he chuffed in amusement.
“Oh.”
She stood back while he wrestled out of his pants and underwear. She had no chance to admire him because less than a second later, he had her back pressed to the mattress. He hovered above her, his forearms bracketing her body, his warm shaft pressed into her thigh.
“My turn to drive you nuts.” He braced himself on one arm and with the other hand pulled her wrists above her head and pinned them there.
Biting his bottom lip, he took his time looking her over, his gaze scorching a trail up and down her body.
When he raised his head, a roguish smile curved his perfect mouth, and his dark eyes swam with lust. “Hmm. Where to start? So many enticing choices.”
She opened her mouth to give him a playful suggestion but sucked in a surprised breath when his hot mouth latched on to a nipple.
Teeth, tongue, and lips toyed, sending liquid shock waves shooting through her.
Soon she was writhing beneath him, able to do little else with her hands immobilized in his grip.
When he moved to tend to the other side, his free hand continued the exquisite torment his mouth had just lavished.
Her breathing came in short bursts, and whimpers of pleasure she didn’t recognize rose in her throat.
He laved, kissed, and sucked every square inch of her breasts, even spending time stroking their undersides with his clever tongue while his fingers pinched and tugged and rolled her sensitive peaks.
Abandoning his torture for the moment, he kissed his way up her chest to her collarbones, pausing to nibble and lick.
He sprinkled kisses and nips up her neck to her ear, and when his mouth finally found hers, his tongue plunged inside, invading, claiming, tangling with hers in a frantic dance.
He released her hands, and his fingers were in her hair, twisting in the strands.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him to her as she arched up into him, craving that skin-to-skin slide.
Tearing away from her mouth, he peppered her face with kisses. He pulled her earlobe between his teeth and bit down gently. “Where do you keep the condoms, sweet girl?”
She skated her hand down his side until she reached his length and palmed it. She glided her fingertips over his crown, teasing him, making his cock twitch. “Let me feel you first.”
“You’re going to feel me all right, but I’m going to be inside you,” he groaned.
He licked the shell of her ear. “You’ve got me so turned on I’m not going to last. If you keep doing what you’re doing, I definitely won’t make it.
” He drew back and looked at her, his hand stroking the side of her head. “And I am dying to be inside you.”
She rolled to her side and opened her nightstand drawer. He used the opportunity to lay wet kisses along her hip bone. “You have a very fine ass, you know that?”
Flopping onto her back, she smirked as she held up a packet between her fingers. “So do you.”
He eyed the condom, hesitating a beat before reaching for it. His earlier question about her having a supply popped into her head. Was that going through his mind right now? Another beat passed, and he took it from her and dropped it beside her. She arched a questioning eyebrow at him.
“Just want to be prepared. Don’t worry. We’ll get there,” he assured, as if he’d read her mind. “Right now I need to spend more time worshipping your perfect tits.”
Without uttering another warning, he began his onslaught anew, his mouth and fingers more determined and relentless than before.
His ministrations had her swinging between contented sighs and harsh pleas to fuck her already.
She bucked into him, then wrapped her leg around his hip and dug her ankle into his ass in a bid to get closer.
The need to feel him deep inside her overwhelmed every other thought.
But he was like a piece of granite, solid and unyielding, going at his own excruciatingly glacial pace.
The only part of him that moved was his wicked, wicked mouth.
Finally, he sat up, self-satisfaction flickering in his navy blues. And no wonder. She’d hadn’t been able to hold back, blatantly vocalizing how much she wanted him inside her.
Now.
She was catching her breath when he leaned over her and kissed her mouth with the urgency she had been trying to coax from him. The kiss grew heated, almost frenzied, their tongues dancing, dueling, lips and teeth clashing. The way his hands roamed over her skin matched the fire in his kiss.
He snatched the condom, and she propped herself on her elbows to watch the show. He was glorious, his lean, square muscles slicked and gleaming in the pale light. Knowing she wasn’t the only one who’d broken a sweat pleased her immensely.
Her mouth watered as he sheathed himself. The fit was tight, like trying to insert a battering ram into a sleeve two sizes too small. “Is that going to work?”
“Pretty sure,” he snorted. “The plumbing’s all there, and as you might recall, it’s worked at least once before.”
“I meant the condom, not your … um, your—”
She didn’t have a chance to finish. He manhandled her, hauling her up so her head hit the pillows.
Then he scaled her like a soldier doing some kind of military crawl, sinking their bodies into the mattress.
Instinctively, she parted her legs, welcoming him, and he notched himself between them.
His face was mere inches away, his eyes boring into hers, his breath moist and warm on her lips.
“Not my what? My cock?” The word rolled off his tongue, startling yet erotic.
She shook her head, then nodded. What had he asked her? The filthy way he’d said “cock” reverberated in her head, drowning out most everything else.
His fingers speared her hair, and he nudged her jaw with his nose.
“Is that too dirty a word to say out loud?” He nipped at her skin.
“It wasn’t too dirty that night when you told me how much you wanted it.
” He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down softly.
“Say it, angel.” His words washed over her in a sensual caress.
She was wet. Drenched. And not only with the remnants of her orgasm. Embarrassed by the arousal he stirred in her, she stalled. “Say what?”
He leveled her with a smoky-eyed stare. “Cock.” His voice rumbled low in his chest. Provocative.
Riveting. So damn sinful. “Tell me you want my big cock sliding inside you, Ange, like you did six years ago. Christ, I nearly came when you said that. I’ve never forgotten it.
” He bit her chin and soothed it with the tip of his tongue.
Had she been so utterly brazen that night?
Yeah, she’d said all kinds of things that, in the light of day, could make a grizzled hockey player’s jaw drop.
After he’d taken off, when he didn’t contact her again, she’d twisted herself up wondering if her carnal demands had chased him off.
She’d shriveled inside with humiliation.
The memory soared with a vengeance.
“If you loved it so much, why did you leave and never come back?”