explosive than the lightning flashing through the windows. A psychedelic shower of sparks flare behind my closed lids when he dances his tongue across mine. The kiss is world destroying, and I’m so lost that I don’t realize that he’s moved us away from the wall.
He makes his way to the kitchen island. “Are these important?”
I glance over my shoulder and see a stack of mail, a metal napkin holder, a couple of empty plastic cups and a set of headphones. “No.”
“Good.” He sweeps his arm over the island, sending the random items flying, then sets me on the edge of the granite. “I’m going to need room to work.”
I laugh. “There’s a perfectly good bed through there.” I point to the bedroom.
His lips find mine again, and his big football player hand cups my breast. “Next time. I can’t wait that long.”
I lean back on my elbows. “Alright then, stud. Show me whatcha got.”
“Oh, I will.” He takes my hand and sits me up. His lips go to my neck while his hands slide under my shirt. A bonfire of passion follows in the wake of his touch. My head spins, and I try to keep up, but sensation is coming at me from every direction. His teeth and tongue are at my throat, doing things that I never knew possible. Warm calloused hands glide up my torso, taking my shirt with them, and the rhythmic grinding against my most sensitive spot causes mini explosions to fire throughout my body.
“Raise your arms, Tiger.”
I obey and he gently slips my top over my head and tosses it aside. His breathing is as erratic as mine. He steps back, and that big hand of his wipes over his mouth as he studies me in my baby blue lacy bra. “Good lord, Tiger. You are a sight.”
With the way he’s looking at me, I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Not even a little. I’ve proven I’m brave on my own, but he makes me fearless. I shake my hair off my shoulder and give him the sexiest look I know how to make. “Touch me.”
He raises his finger and traces along the skin where the swell of my breasts meets the satin trim of my bra.
Over, down, and over.
Over, down, and over.
Over, down, and over.
His touch is hypnotic. I’m a snake, he’s the snake charmer, and I’m captured by the spell he’s weaving. The hitch of my pulse increases with every slide over my flesh. It’s possibly the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me, until he brings his other hand to my breast and begins to rub his thumb over the taut and sensitive tip through the lacy material. A moan slips from my throat and my head falls forward like a drunk on a three-day bender.
“Tiger.”
I peer at him through the hair that’s fallen over my eyes. “Hmmm?”
“Lift your butt.”
I rest my hands on his shoulders for support and do as I’m told. I follow his movements while he slides my leggings and my underwear down my legs. He slips my shoes off with my pants and lets the bundle fall to the floor.
I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been, and still it’s not enough. It won’t be enough until I’ve given him everything and taken all he has to give.
His mouth is back at my throat, and his hand goes around my back. With a flick of his fingers he unclasps my bra. The straps loosen and fall from my shoulders. He follows the descent of the cups with his hot, wet mouth.
I cry out when he sucks my nipple deep into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue matches what he’s doing with his thumb on the other breast. Desire pools low in my belly and throbs between my legs. “Cash.” I cling to him, and his skin is an inferno under my fingers.
“Mmmm, you taste as good as I always thought you would.” He places his big hand to the middle of my chest and gently pushes me down until my back is on the granite. His mouth forges a path down my stomach. He makes slow, lazy work of it, like I’m not about to combust on this kitchen island. He licks my navel, then kisses a line from one hip bone to the other. But as unhurried as he is, there’s no doubting where he’s headed. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you here for a long time.”