kissed me like he wanted to own me. And I couldn’t wait to feel what that tongue would be like on other parts of my body.
“You don’t know?” I prompted when no more words were forthcoming. His breath brushed my cheek as he brushed his lips against mine. Okay. I was good with more kissing, but he stopped just short of actually kissing me, and I hesitated.
“I don’t know—you don’t know how badly I want this,” he admitted, and my stomach bottomed out. I bit my lower lip to hold back a moan of complaint. I was already plastered to him, mostly naked. I didn’t think I could make it much more clear how much I wanted him unless I painted a sign on my abdomen with an arrow pointing down that said ‘put your dick here.’
The absolutely inane thought burst through the hazardous to my mental health sexual tension clouding my brain, and I had to bite my lip harder to keep from laughing.
Mostly because it would be inappropriate, but also because then I’d have to explain it. And I was having the worst time focusing at the moment, with his lips this close to me and the feel of his hands cupping my ass when I wanted him to do so much more.
Swallowing, I turned his statement over in my head and then rolled my hips to grind against him. Maybe this was one of those places where actions spoke louder than words. The thickness of his erection was right there, and my panties soaked with the first grind. A vein pulsed in his throat as he tightened his hands on my ass, and the finger along one of my cheeks became all of them. The lace ripped as he swallowed, and I let out a little laugh.
Heat burned up through me, and I kissed him this time while fisting the fingers of my left hand into his hair. The world twisted, and then I was on my back on the bed with all of his weight pressing into me. The grind of his hips rasped the denim right against my pussy because he yanked the lace away.
Somewhere between one kiss and the next, he muttered, “Sorry.”
“I’m not,” I gasped as he caught my arms, unhooking them from his neck and then pushing them back against the bed. He was so damn careful with my right one, it made my heart ache. But he also broke the kiss to push up and look down at me.
The way he stared at my breasts had me squirming. The vein in his forehead had begun to throb, and his pupils dilated enough to almost drown out the blue. When I arched my hips again to get him to move, he suddenly moved his free hand to my hip and locked me in place.
“Angel,” he told me in a ragged tone, as if the words had been torn out of him. “I need you to let me do the moving, ‘cause I don’t know that I have it in me to be gentle right now. I’ve wanted you for a really long fucking time…”
“Anything you want.” Not a difficult promise to make. Just sign me up. “I don’t want to pressure you…”
He laughed, and it was a rough, sexy, and altogether captivating sound. “Angel, you’re not pressuring me for anything. Fuck me.” He touched his tongue to his teeth, and then he dragged his gaze down to my breasts. “I’ve pictured this moment a thousand times. I’ve probably jerked myself off to it at least that many, and let me tell you…my palm has nothing on your body.”
The shiver working its way through me now sent goosebumps over every inch of my skin, and my nipples tightened even further. It was like his perusal alone was a caress, and I began to squirm a little as he roved his gaze over me. He moved his hand from my hip, then cracked it back down lightly and my back arched. It was just at the curve, and it didn’t hurt so much as shock me.
“Lay still,” he said. “I want to look. That bikini hid all these parts, and I want to see.”
I swallowed as he bumped my thighs until I loosened my legs. The blush I’d resisted earlier flushed across my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake everywhere his gaze settled.
“You’re so beautiful, Angel,” he whispered, stroking my hip where he’d smacked me. “And I mean it, I don’t