Rock my world - By Cindi Myers Page 0,31
further. She didn’t want to be a tease, but there was something erotic about forced abstinence. It lent a sharp edge of desire to every accidental brush of their hands or meeting of their eyes.
“So what would you do—if we were free to do anything?” His question broke the silence.
She closed her eyes and thought for a minute. “I’d start off by kissing you. Long, wet kisses, with lots of tongue. I’d want every nerve in our mouths to be aware of each other.”
“I’d trace my tongue along that gap in your teeth,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “And kiss that soft spot under your chin, where your skin is so pale.”
She swallowed hard, but went on, managing to keep her voice steady. “I’d kiss my way down your naked chest, until I reached your nipples. I’d tease them with my tongue, to see how sensitive they are.”
He cleared his throat, and shifted under the covers. “Half a dozen times today, when I was supposed to be working, I’d catch myself staring at your breasts. At the way they curved over the top of that little bra thing under that sheer top. I’d imagine running my tongue over that curve, then dipping beneath the fabric to stroke your nipples.”
Her nipples tightened at the image he painted, and she brought her own hands up to cover them, trying to squeeze out the ache.
“Are you touching yourself?” He rose on one elbow and faced her in the dark.
She stilled her hands. “Y-yes.”
“That turns me on, thinking about it. I wish I could turn on the light and watch.”
“I wish you could, too.” What would it be like to see him, desire in his eyes, knowing he was hard, wanting her, as she brought herself to climax?
Lightning slashed the sky, followed by a low rumble of thunder. She glanced toward the showroom window, but couldn’t make out anything in the darkness.
He lay back on the pillows with a groan. “I’d make love to your breasts with my mouth, kneading them, sucking and licking your nipples until you were moaning and writhing beneath me.”
“Yes.” She resisted the urge to reach down and find some relief. “Then…then what would you do?”
“Your turn,” he said. “What would you do to me?”
“I—I’d trail my tongue down to your navel, then farther down, to your cock. I’d wrap my fingers around the shaft, and feather little kisses around the underside, maybe licking a little, feeling you pulse in my palm.”
“This is crazy. Neither one of us is going to sleep tonight.”
“It is crazy,” she said. “But I’m not sorry I’m here with you. Even if I can’t touch you.”
“Me, neither.”
A brilliant strobe of lightning filled the showroom with white-hot light. She squealed and dove under the covers as thunder rattled the windows. The bedside lamp went out, along with the security lighting, plunging them into sooty darkness.
She pulled the covers up to her chin and strained to hear anything over the pounding of her heart. “Adam?” she asked after a moment, her voice high and uncertain.
“I’m right here.”
“Do you think it hit the building?”
“I think it might have struck the transformer. The electricity’s out.”
She swallowed hard. “Maybe now wouldn’t be the time to mention that I’m afraid of the dark.”
“There’s a little light. From the Exit signs. They must be on batteries.” He looked toward the red glow near the front door.
“Not enough.”
“It’ll be okay. Give me your hand.” He reached across the covers and touched her wrist.
She clasped his hand. He had long fingers, with short nails and smooth palms. His skin was warm, his touch firm and reassuring.
“I promise I’m not going to freak or anything,” she said. “I just get a little uncomfortable when I can’t see anything.”
“Your eyes will adjust in a minute.” He scooted closer and put his other arm across her chest, just under her breasts. “Is this better?”
“Uh-huh.” At least now she wasn’t thinking about being afraid of the dark. She was aware of the heat of his skin against the underside of her breasts, and the hard length of his thigh next to hers. “Adam?” she whispered.
“What?” he asked, also whispering.
“If the transformer blew, that means the electricity will be out for a while, won’t it?”
“Probably so. They probably have trouble all over town.”
She rolled onto her side facing him, searching his face as her eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, her heart pounding with anticipation. “So…if the electricity is out…that means the security cameras don’t work.”
Adam