and pressed her lips to the skeleton key tattoo over his heart that had her name written along the blade. A shudder went through him as she touched him. “How was class?”
“Packed.”
Ember lifted her head onto her hand as her fingers ran over the muscles of his chest and abs.
“What class was it tonight?”
He answered without conscious thought. “Sauces.”
“Like gravy?”
Was she serious? “Ember, you don’t really want to talk about sauces.” He moved to pin her under him as he held himself up on his elbows. “Because there are so many other things that I’d rather do with you than talk about sauces.”
She gave him a coy little smile. “Really, like what?”
His hand moved down her body to her stomach, his fingers toying with her tank top, before he lowered his head to press a kiss on her bare belly. His eyes stayed on her as his tongue dipped into her navel before his hands moved her tank up her body, his mouth following the path. He loved it when she touched him, her hands so eager to feel him under her fingertips as she moved them along his body, claiming every inch she touched. He needed to taste her. His tongue flicked her nipple before he lightly bit it and then he lapped at the sensitive bud with his tongue. She moaned in pleasure, and he pulled her breast into his mouth and sucked on it hard. She actually cried out and—fuck if that wasn’t hot. He was surprised and seriously turned on when her hands grabbed at his head and she arched her back.
“Oh God, Trace, I’m going to come.”
Fuck yeah. He slipped his hand into her pants until he found the part of her that he so wanted to claim. She was so ready and as soon as he slipped two fingers inside her, her body spasmed around him as she climaxed. Her reaction fueled him as he yanked off her drawstring pants, lifted her hips and settled himself between her legs. Their eyes locked when he sank deep into her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, lifted her hips higher, and then started to move. He was never going to get enough of her. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her body, but when she started to tighten around him, he lost control and moved harder and faster; when she came again, he did too.
“Holy hell,” she whispered.
She looked sated as her lids closed over her eyes again.
He settled down next to her and wrapped her into his arms. He wasn’t long to follow her into sleep.
In the morning, Trace climbed from bed and pulled on a pair of jeans before heading down the hall to the kitchen. He started the coffee and, as soon as the aroma filled the air, he heard Ember starting to stir. She was a complete caffeine junkie.
He turned toward the door just as she appeared looking all soft and sleepy.
“Morning,” he said, but he knew she wasn’t awake and wouldn’t be until her first cup of coffee. Instead, as was her habit, she moved to him and settled herself right at his side.
There was another far more enjoyable way to wake her; he touched his mouth to the spot just behind her ear that made her weak. His hand moved under her shirt to cup her breast. Her reaction was a sharp inhale as her nipple turned hard. So did he.
He moved his lips along her jaw until they rested over hers. “Just my mouth—that was a first last night.”
Embarrassment tinged her cheeks pink. “I know.”
He knew she wanted to reprimand him for embarrassing her, but he distracted her when he moved the tee of his that she was wearing up her body before lifting her onto the counter. He bent forward and closed his mouth over her nipple.
“Oh God.”
He chuckled and then got down to business. He brushed his finger between her legs and watched as she bit her lip to keep from whimpering. He felt her fingers on his fly and his dick twitched eagerly. When she wrapped her hand around him and pulled him free, it was his turn to moan.
“Impatient?” he teased in a gruff voice.
“To feel you inside me, hell yes.”
He grabbed her ass and brought her hard against him, burying himself to the hilt, but instead of moving, he stayed completely immobile, just loving the way it felt to be sheathed in her beautiful body.