Chapter 17 #3
“Because I’m too busy staring at the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said reverently as his hands began to roam over my hips and waist, softly caressing me. “Every. Single. Detail. I’m committing it to memory in case you change your mind and this is the only time this happens.”
Dear God…This man lit a fire in me like no one else could.
I’d never learned how to just take a compliment. I’d always been so nervous, feeling like even after someone said something nice, there would always be a but or some other caveat to go along with it. With Hector, though, it was just him—no bullshit. I needed him now more than ever.
“Hector,” I whimpered. “I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he said against my skin, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“I need more. I’m aching. Please.”
He growled as his hand moved down my stomach and into the apex of my legs. His fingers grazed across my sensitive bundle of nerves and even through the lacy fabric, I felt electric waves course through my body.
“I have no idea how to take this off, but I really wanna be the one to do it,” he said, seemingly fascinated with my teddy as he ran his fingers softly over the lace. His calloused hands scraped delicately along my skin, creating heat all along the surface.
“You just pull the straps down, and then you can slide it off,” I informed him, wanting—no…needing him to move faster.
“Yeah?” His fingertips skimmed across my collarbone as he lifted the strap and began to slide it over my shoulder.
Goose bumps formed in his wake as he moved to the other shoulder to repeat the move.
The straps now hung loosely near my elbows, and my nipples were barely covered as the lace fabric now left most of my chest exposed.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re real,” he said almost reverently.
“I’m real, but I’d really like you to move faster, please,” I told him, because as much as I was enjoying this, it was also torture.
His response was to just look down at me and grin. The same devilish grin that he had likely used on so many other people to intimidate them into giving him whatever he wanted—and again, it was working.
That grin came closer to me before it finally touched my own smiling lips. His tongue swiped at my lips asking permission to enter, and I gave it to him. His kiss was slow but full of heat.
His hands slid back to my upper thighs, and he lifted me about a foot off the ground before setting me back down on the bed. Then lowered me slowly to my back—all while never breaking free of my mouth.
He released my lips as he looked down at me, still standing but bent over my body—his heat enveloping me into a cocoon of sorts.
Leaning back, he slowly slid the straps off my arms and down my body, exposing my chest and stomach. He bent down and kissed his way across my body as he drew one of my nipples into his mouth and pulled with his lips as his tongue swirled around it.
Heat and excitement coursed through me. I moaned and moved my hands behind his head as he tried to lift up from where he was. I needed him to stay. I felt the rumble of his small laugh at my move, but I didn’t care. What he was doing felt amazing, and I wanted more.
I won because his mouth stayed where it was and continued to give me bliss as his tongue and mouth worked at my nipple feverishly. At the same time, his hands continued to slide my lace teddy down my body.
I released his head temporarily so I could lift my hips and allow him to remove the obstacle of clothing and keep exploring.
After it was fully removed, he stared down at me, his eyes so intense, I started to get worried.
“Fuck, I can’t believe this is real. You are so perfect,” he said as his gaze roamed over my entire body.
I had never had a man look at me, let alone use words, like that—such adoration and awe.
“Ummm, you have some catching up to do,” I told him, wanting the same opportunity to ogle him.
His eyes broke away from my body and came up to look at mine. I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled.
“I may or may not have a thing for your chest hair, so I’d really like to see all of it up close,” I teased.
“My chest hair,” he repeated, his left eyebrow lifted in question.
His hands moved up to his shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned from top to bottom, his eyes never breaking their gaze with mine.
That shirt now off, he lifted his white tee that had been underneath, revealing raw beauty.
Chiseled abs and the perfect amount of chest hair.
Chest hair, I might add, that flowed perfectly down south into the V just above his waistline.
I may have licked my lips just thinking about where that happy trail would end.
“Iris,” he growled, and I knew he saw me ogling his body.
I didn’t care, which was why I continued to stare at him, including his broad shoulders and muscular arms that I couldn’t wait to have wrapped around me in this bed.
A bed that was huge, just like him. The king bed had a large wooden headboard and wooden columns at the end of the frame. He had black sheets and a red plaid quilt on top. It looked like something a lumberjack would have on his bed, and it suited Hector perfectly.
The bed was also lofted up at least three feet off the ground, which meant my legs hanging off the side of the mattress were not touching the floor—short people problems. It was, however, the perfect height for Hector.
He stood there, slowly working his belt off, and I noticed his hips would line up perfectly to me as I lay here on my back.
I was excited just thinking about it, and I pulled my lip into my mouth—my teeth pinching down on the corner.
“Whatever is going on in your head, I like it,” Hector said gruffly.
Without giving me a chance to respond, he leaned forward, taking my nipple back into his mouth and swirling with his tongue, and a moan escaped me without me even realizing it.
Heat pooled between my legs at his close contact. Every part of me came alive when he touched me. He ignited something inside me that I couldn’t control. He set my entire body on fire.
God, if this is what it felt like just to have his tongue and mouth on me, I couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store.