Chapter Fourteen #4
He slid the zipper down. She followed the movement, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
He couldn’t wait to nibble on that lip again.
While they were both naked this time. He pushed his jeans down and kicked them aside, then pulled off his socks and tossed them aside, too. Leaving him only in his boxer briefs.
Her gaze was locked on the bulge of his hard cock. He kept his hands at his sides, letting her look her fill. Thanks to his rehab and her training, he was in great shape—possibly the best shape of his career—and he liked the appreciation in her gaze.
Because appreciation definitely glowed in her eyes, along with a heavy dose of heat. Had anyone ever looked at him like that before?
He stepped forward. She lowered herself onto her back, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. With her hair fanned out around her head and her lips all swollen and pink, she looked good enough to eat. And he was going to feast.
But first things first, he needed to see all of her.
He reached for the waistband of her panties, toying with the elastic.
The thong was nothing more than a teeny, tiny triangle of black lace that barely covered her pussy.
He brushed his fingers against the skin of her hips.
She sucked in a quick, quiet breath. He locked his gaze with hers, wanting to make sure she was okay with this.
She lifted her hips off the bed. No hesitation. No doubt.
He slid the thong down her thighs. She pulled her knees up so he could pull it off completely.
Before she could lower her legs, he grabbed her ankles and shifted so he was standing directly in front of her.
He lowered her legs down so they still hung off the bed, although this time he stood between her thighs.
She was beautiful. The pale skin on her chest and her cheeks flushed pink, her teeth sunk into her pouty bottom lip.
Self-consciousness and worry flashed in her eyes, gone almost slate in the lamp light.
He could tell that part of her wanted to cover up, protect herself.
He silently cursed her worthless piece of shit ex.
She was so beautiful she made his chest ache.
He trailed his gaze along the length of her, memorizing every dip and curve and valley.
Her nipples were hard and straining, just waiting for his lips.
The smooth skin on her stomach was dotted with a couple of beauty marks that he wanted to lick.
The faint, silvery stretch marks were barely noticeable, but absolutely beautiful because of what they signified.
And then there was her pussy. Surrounded by blonde curls, it was pink and wet and begging for his touch.
He placed his hands on the delicate skin on the inside of her knees, pressed them wider. She moaned and tilted her hips up ever so slightly, an invitation if ever he saw one.
The most beautiful invitation he’d ever received.
He sank to his knees. She lifted herself up onto her elbows to stare down at him. Her eyes were glassy, her lower lip trapped between her teeth again. As he was coming to learn, it was her go-to expression when she was concentrating or nervous.
Not that she had anything to be nervous about. He was going to go slow, make sure she got what she needed. How she could think he’d reject her was totally beyond him. His cock was so hard it ached. But this wasn’t about him.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her forward so her ass rested on the edge of the bed. The scent of her surrounded him, all coconut and musk and Alex. His mouth watered.
He leaned forward slowly. She tensed. At the last second, he turned his head and pressed his lips to her inner thigh.
She made a strangled noise and tipped her head back.
He sucked hard on the delicate skin. She groaned, her delicate throat working.
He bit her lightly, followed up the sting with a brush of his tongue.
She made a hissing noise and inched her thighs farther apart.
He laughed, the sound dark, even to his own ears. While she was a temptress, he would be the victor in this little game. He blew a breath across her pussy. She made a gasping, choking sound. Music to his ears. Then he did the same to her other thigh, biting just a touch harder this time.
Part of him hoped there’d be a secret little mark left on her skin in the morning. Wrong? Probably. But the idea of marking her in some way was so fucking hot, he could barely stand it. His cock strained against its fabric prison.
But he was done with the teasing now. It was time to taste.
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs so her feet were planted on the edge of the bed, right next to her gorgeous ass. The position opened her right up. His breath caught in his throat. She was so fucking beautiful.
She curled her fingers around the edge of the mattress, holding on so tightly, her arms trembled.
He blew another soft breath over her pussy. Her hips bucked and her thighs tensed.
“Please, Nick.” The plea came out as a moan. The neediness in her voice arrowed through him, straight to his dick. Pre-come leaked out the tip of his cock, probably leaving a wet spot on his underwear.
“It’s okay, wildcat.” His deep voice was edged with promise. “I’ll make it better.” He leaned forward and slid his tongue along the hot, wet length of her.