Chapter Ten #3
She ran her fingers over his shoulders and down across his pecs.
The light dusting of chest hair tickled her fingertips.
The muscles under her fingers jumped. She gasped and laughed.
He grinned up a her, that sexy one that practically melted her panties off.
She trailed lower, across the ridges of his abs.
Forget a six pack, he had a solid eight.
And the most delicious goody trail she’d ever seen.
The line of course, red hair thickened below his bellybutton and then disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. Pointing directly to the promising bulge in his pants. She scooted back a few inches so she could appreciate the whole picture.
It was glorious.
He was sprawled out, his pale skin practically glowing in the dim light. He placed his hands on her thighs. Like before, the touch burned. But it was a delicious burn. She bit her lower lip, mostly to keep from saying something stupid.
Placing her hands over top of his, she slid her palms up and down his forearms. God, she’d never considered forearms sexy before, but his were. All strong and muscular. She let her gaze travel up the length of him until she was staring into his face.
His eyes were heavy lidded, the blue so dark they looked navy.
He licked his lips, his tongue peeking out to tease her, tempt her.
She often denied herself things, but she refused to deny herself this.
Not when she wanted it so badly. When she wanted him so badly.
How could he have ever thought she was ashamed of him, ashamed of this?
She leaned forward, pressing her body against his, skin to skin. The heat of him seeped into her. She groaned. It was like laying directly on a furnace, the burn thawing all of her frozen parts. She shivered, the last of her inhibitions falling away.
She captured his lips again, pouring everything she was feeling into the kiss.
Lust, desperation, heat. He kissed her back, his tongue clashing with hers in a battle, just as desperate, just as needy.
He slid his hands over her hips to cup her butt, pulling her tightly against his erection.
The thin fabric of her yoga pants was no match for the weight of his jeans, and the seam of the zipper and the hardness beneath pressed right against her clit.
Her hips jerked at the contact and she gasped. He swallowed the sound. She brought her hands up and sifted her fingers through his hair. Clenched her fists, gave a tug. He made a growling noise deep in his throat and rocked his hips up.
Desire streaked outward from between her thighs, making her toes curl. He shifted his hands up to her lower back. Slid them underneath the waistband of her pants and into her underwear. His rough, calloused hands covered her butt. He squeezed.
She squeaked and pulled away from his lips. The breath heaved in and out of her lungs, which was both a blessing and a curse, because each hard inhale rubbed her breasts against him. Her sensitive nipples were tight peaks, the itchy lace of her bra making her ache.
“Undo my bra.” Her voice was all raspy and cracked, but she didn’t care. She used her grip on his hair to tilt his head to the side, pressed her mouth against the length of his exposed throat. His skin tasted salty, goosebumps springing up under her lips.
He kept one hand in her pants and brought the other up to the clasp of her bra. A flick of his wrist and the ends sprang free. She’d be impressed by his dexterity if she didn’t have more important things to worry about.
She pushed up and off of him, just enough to shimmy out of her bra.
Not that she really needed to wear one. Her breasts were small enough that no one would probably notice.
It was something she was self-conscious about.
Kevin had always made a big deal about her small size.
It left her feeling ashamed, even though it was beyond her control.
She lowered herself back on top of him, basking in the heat and hardness underneath her. His chest hair tickled, making her gasp and squirm. She pressed kisses under his jaw, his stubble scraping her lips. She couldn’t get enough of him.
“Wait.” His voice was a low growl. He sat up, forcing her into a sitting position. Her head brushed the ceiling. He leaned back. “I want to get a look at you.”
A flood of heat washed through her, part lust, part embarrassment.
Her cheeks, ears, and chest burned. Even though she’d been the one to initiate this, and the first one to get naked, she suddenly felt anxious.
Before she even realized it, she’d lifted her arms to cover herself and lowered her gaze, unable to meet his.
He cupped her cheek. “Look at me, please.”
His voice was so soft, so gentle, she couldn’t deny him. She lifted her gaze to his. The heat and understanding in his eyes practically undid her. He rubbed his thumb lightly over her cheekbone. “Will you let me look at you?”
Common sense warred with her insecurities. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how big—or not—her breasts were. He had eyes. She bit her lip and nodded.
He brushed his lips against hers in the barest hint of a kiss and lowered himself back to the seat. She took a quick, deep breath and dropped her arms to her sides. She wanted to close her eyes, in case there was disappointment in his gaze, but she refused to be a coward.
His gaze started at her face and travelled downward, so very slowly. It was intense, almost felt like a caress.
“You are so beautiful.” His words were deep and resonant. The look in his eyes shifted, everything overtaken by heat. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted himself up, taking a nipple between his lips. He sucked hard.
She cried out, her head falling back. The hot, wet suction was incredible. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this. Her hips rocked against his in a continuous motion, the pressure building inside her.