Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,66
over the shirt. He smelled like hot sun and warm leather and his own unique smell, and holy crap, if she hadn’t been wet before, she was definitely wet now.
“How did you get into my building?” she said.
“Someone was leaving. You busy?”
“Um, no, I was just, uh, knitting.”
“Right,” he said.
His gaze dipped to the front of her robe and she clutched at it. “Would you like a drink? I have wine or juice or water. I don’t have any beer, I’m sorry.”
He took a step closer, and she was suddenly aware of how awful she looked. Her face was shiny, she was wearing her bulky terrycloth robe, and her hair looked stupid and –
He pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, penning her in. She stared up at him. Her heart had gone from hammering against her ribs to possibly busting through them, and the heat of his body and the good clean smell of him was making her head swim.
He moved one hand to her waist and traced the knot of her robe ties. “What are you wearing under this very practical looking robe, Sunshine?”
“Oh, um…”
He tugged on the knot, pulling it loose with a hard jerk. Her robe opened and he stared at her tank top and her pink cotton pajama bottoms with the tiny parrots stamped onto them. A grin crossed his face and she covered the orange stain on her tank top with one hand as her face flushed bright red.
“Are those birds on your pants?” he said.
“Yes,” she said.
His gaze lingered on her breasts, on the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. “You always answer your door without wearing a bra?”
“I thought you were Mrs. Garnet from next door, and besides, I was wearing a robe so… oh!”
His finger traced a slow circle around her left nipple through the fabric, and she arched into his touch.
His satisfied grin made her squirm with need. “I love how sensitive your nipples are.”
“I didn’t – I mean, why are you here?”
“It’s time for lesson number three,” he said.
“What’s lesson three?”
“You’ll see.”
He picked her up and carried her past her small living room and her galley kitchen and down the hallway. The door to her bedroom was open and he carried her into the room and set her next to the bed before tugging her robe off.
He pulled her in close until she could feel the heat of the sun on his vest and kissed her. She returned his kiss, moaning into his mouth when he licked at her tongue and then sucked on it.
He stepped back and shrugged out of his vest and then his t-shirt, letting them join her robe on the floor. “Move your knitting, Sunshine.”
“What?” She was distracted by all the rippling glorious tattooed muscle in front of her.
“Your knitting. Move it off the bed. I don’t want a knitting needle in the ass while we’re fucking.”
She giggled nervously before grabbing the knitting and bending over to stuff it into the knitting bag beside the bed. Preacher stepped behind her, his hands cupping her hips and pulling her into an upright position as he pressed his cock against her ass.
He kissed the back of her neck and along the back of her shoulder with warm, open-mouthed kisses that made her quiver and moan.
“You always smell so fucking good,” he said before nipping her neck. “Lift your arms.”
She lifted them and he pulled her tank top over her head before cupping her left breast and teasing the nipple. She clutched at his arm, letting her head fall back against his chest and grinding her ass against his erection.
He groaned into her ear and then reached for the waistband of her pajamas. He shoved them down her legs, and dammit, why couldn’t she just once be wearing a sexy silk thong when Preacher saw her underwear?
He traced the waistband of her cotton panties as she kicked her pajamas off her feet. His fingers toyed with the little ribbon bow at the front of it before he slid his hand beneath her panties and cupped her pussy.
His grunt of surprise made her want to die of embarrassment.
He kissed the side of her neck and then tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “You’re very wet, Sunshine. I know that isn’t just from me undressing you. You wanna tell me what you were doing before I came by?”
“I’d rather not,” she said and then cried out with pleasure when he rubbed her