I wasn’t going to press my luck.
I decided to go for bel igerence. I needed to get up, get dressed and get the hel out of there as fast as humanly possible and I figured being a bitch was the way to go.
“Get off me. I need to turn off the music,” I told him, looking into dark eyes that were stil drowsy and doing weird things to my peace of mind.
“I like this song,” he said and then his face disappeared into my neck and I could feel his lips there.
Guess bel igerence wasn’t going to work.
“What are you doing?” I pretended not to like his lips on my neck.
“It’s tomorrow,” he answered and then I had to pretend not to like his sleepy gruff voice vibrating on my neck.
“So?”
His lips glided up my neck, his teeth nipped my earlobe and he said, “Your reprieve is over.”
Damn. I was afraid of that.
“Eddie…” I started to say, but he kissed me.
Real y, it was too much to take. His warm body on me, his warm bed under me, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands everywhere; I couldn’t withstand it.
So, I didn’t try.
I kissed him back and, just like in my daydreams, I ran my hands over his chest, his bel y, his back. He felt nice…
hard, sleek and warm.
One of his hands went up my shirt, cupped my breast and he rubbed the pad of his thumb across my nipple.
It felt so good, my mouth disengaged from his, I closed my eyes and sucked in breath.
His head came up and I opened my eyes to look in his.
They were liquid.
His finger joined his thumb and they did a rol on my nipple. Electricity shot straight to my doo-da. My neck arched, I bit my lip and I think my nails dug into his back.
He watched the whole show, his face changed, looking somehow hungry, and the look sent a shiver through me.
His other hand came up the shirt, it was whisked over my head and then it was gone.
His mouth was on mine, then it traveled lower, until his lips locked around my nipple. My hands went into his hair, holding his head while he used tongue, teeth and suction until I couldn’t stand it and I moaned.
He came back over me, his mouth on mine and I was kissing him with everything I had when his hand cupped me between my legs, over my panties, his fingers pressing in.
His head came up barely an inch.
“Christ, Cariña, you’re already ready for me.” His voice was hoarse and sounded approving.
Regardless, at his words, I froze. Then I moved my hand down to circle his wrist and pul ed it away.
“No,” I said.
I mean, it was too humiliating.
In the throes of delicious sexual activity, I could forget.