Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,64
silent prayer. Please let Sally be out. Please let her be out. I open the door. She’s not here! He scoops me up in his strong arms. I giggle as he shuts the door with his boot. Leering at me, his eyes glide over my body, his long legs closing the distance to the bed in moments.
Tossing me onto the bed, he looks down at me with depraved regard. His blue eyes blacken as they roam over my body, enticing me to get out of these clothes…now. I pull my t-shirt over my head. I rip my boots off. Yanking off each of my socks, I toss them to the ground. I slither out my jeans. My eyes rise. “Why are you still dressed?”
“Just enjoying the show, darlin’.” An impure smile tugs at his lips. His husky voice sends chills up my spine as he asks, “Do you want your present now?”
“You’re the only present I need.” I bite my lower lip as my eyes meet his.
“Always in such a rush.” He shakes his head. “Darlin’, you need to learn to take your time.” His voice flattens as he says, “Get naked.”
My breath hitches. I love it when he orders me to do shit. Damn, it’s erotic. My mouth goes dry as I squirm out of my panties and fling my bra to the floor.
He crosses the room to his bag and pulls out something, sliding it behind his back. As he walks over to join me, his elegant stride is gradual and measured. “Sit up.”
I do as I’m told. Leaning back on my hands, waiting, wondering what he has behind his back, the anticipation is killing me. He kneels behind me on the bed and slips a black silk scarf around my eyes, tightening it around my head, blinding me to everything. He whispers in my ear, his voice soft and sinful. “You’ll be surprised how everything feels when you can’t see, darlin’.” His hot breath caresses my ear. “Now listen to my voice…Undress me.”
“But I can’t see you.” My voice is husky, and I realize I’m already getting turned on.
“It’s more fun this way. Trust me. Let your other senses guide you.” I hear his voice in front of me now.
Reaching out to him, my hand makes contact with his t-shirt. The material whispers soft and velvety touches against my fingers. I can feel the hardness of his chest underneath. Gliding my hands down, they pass the end of his shirt and rub the rough material of his jeans. Pulling up on the t-shirt, I strain for enough height to pull it off. It slips away from its obstacle and falls into my hands. I drop it and reach again, my fingers make contact with his rigged abs, and I graze my palms down, stopping when they touch the tops of his jeans. I slide my finger along the top, licking my lips, remembering his response last time and hoping for a repeat. A hitch of his breath is my reward, and my lips curl up with delight. Hmmm, he likes that. I find the button of his jeans, and it feels cool and hard. I pop it open, moving the zipper down one tooth at a time, feeling his erection strain against his zipper. Circling my hands to the back, I pull down on his jeans and discover he’s gone full commando. I have not spent nearly enough time fondling this ass.
I wrap my arms around him to run my hands over two splendid rock hard cheeks. Kneading the orbs as my tongue glides over his abs, breathing in the mix of hay, fresh linen, and a spring breeze. Grazing his stomach with tiny kisses, the taste of his skin is a hint on my lips. His erection nestles between my breasts, nudging me in an attempt to get my attention. The heady mix of the heat of his skin, the taste of him, the feel of his skin on my lips sends a charge through me.
Damn, he tastes so good. I could lick every inch of him. The way his skin feels against my tongue is delicious. Some parts smooth, others not.
His hungry voice breaks through my thoughts, “Your lips are so hot. Those kisses feel like bites of fire.” My breath hitches from his words, from his tone.
The bed creaks, and I feel his weight next to me. The darkness forces my other senses to take over. I place my hand in front of me,