Stand-In Saturday (Love For Days #2) - Kirsty Moseley Page 0,69
as cute but chunky. But the way Theo is watching me—eyes tight, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, palm pressing against the crotch of his trousers as if it’s painful—it makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I can practically taste his lust as his eyes caress my body, skimming over my breasts and stomach. The dress pools at my feet, and I look up at him, watching as he watches me. It’s incredibly sexy.
He gulps, his eyes meeting mine again. “You’re fucking beautiful.” His voice is thick with lust. “Am I allowed to touch you?”
A smile twitches at the corner of my mouth. A consensual king. It turns me on even more. “Yes, please. And thank you.”
Chuckling, he retrieves his wallet from his pocket, tossing it onto the bed before he steps forward, and his mouth crashes against mine. His hands go straight to my bum, eagerly palming and gripping it, groaning appreciatively into my mouth as he lifts me off my feet.
I smile against his lips and wrap my legs around his waist. Oh, so he’s a butt man. Good to know.
While he manoeuvres us onto the bed, his hands don’t leave my body. As he presses me down into the mattress, his fingers work deftly at my back, unclasping my bra and sliding it off. The cool bite of the air-conditioning hitting my oversensitive nipples makes me gasp, and he uses it to his advantage to slip his tongue back into my mouth.
Fumbling with excitement, I get to work on his shirt buttons, opening a panel at the front to reveal those abs and muscles I’ve been lusting after since we were on the beach yesterday. My breath catches, and my mouth goes dry.
Before I can undo the last couple of buttons, he moves, kissing down my neck, across my collarbone, his mouth closing over my nipple. A bolt of pleasure draws a gasp from my lips. I wriggle, and my eyes drop closed.
“You taste so good,” he groans. His mouth and hands lavish attention on my body, teeth scraping, lips peppering tiny, open-mouthed kisses over my breasts, stomach, and hips as his fingers curl around my underwear, sliding them down so slowly that I decide I might die before this night is over.
The ache is building again. I need him inside me. I’m about to start begging when I realise he has other ideas. He’s heading down south, and I get so excited that I can’t keep still. My hands thread into his hair as I look down to watch; my heart is in my throat.
As he kisses and nips at the skin at the insides of my thighs, he smirks up at me. “I shaved this time; you should be good tomorrow.”
I snicker, but my laugh is cut off as he drops his head, his tongue tracing along my slit in one long stroke. Pleasure zings up my spine, and my back arches off the mattress as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Oh, bloody hell. This is legit my favourite thing ever,” I moan breathily.
His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me in position as he draws his head back, eyes meeting mine. “Note to self: Lucie’s favourite thing ever is having her vagina licked.”
I giggle, but it dies on my lips as he dips his head again, his hot tongue meeting my sensitive flesh. Groaning, I press my hips up against his face as my hands fist into his hair while he works his magic, whipping me into a state of frenzy and euphoria.
It doesn’t take long for his talented mouth to push me over the edge. My heartbeat is crashing in my ears as I come again, bowing off the bed and covering my mouth with my hand as I moan his name and squeeze my eyes shut. Slumping back, I suck in a ragged breath. I’m already spent, and I’ve done nothing so far. I’m two orgasms in, and he’s still mostly clothed. I’m seriously lacking here.
Getting up to his knees, he unfastens the last couple of buttons on his shirt that I didn’t manage to undo. His gaze lingers on me, jaw tight, eyes blazing, pupils blown with desire as he drinks me in. I sit up and help rid him of his clothes, my fingers tracing across muscles, delighting in the warmth of his skin as they follow that exquisite V down to where it disappears into his trousers.