Pieces of Us - Carrie Elks Page 0,36

kissed she’d felt out of control. This time, she wanted to savor every moment. To experience it in hyper-definition, to remember every eye flicker and caught breath.

This connection between them was fleeting. Time limited. Eventually they’d have to part and the thought already made her heart ache.

He traced his fingertips along her spine and pressed his lips to the base of her throat.

“So damn pretty.”

“Thank you,” she breathed. He was holding her weight with one hand. It made her so damn delicate. Closing his eyes, he breathed her in, his lips sliding up her throat, her jaw, and to the corner of her mouth. Just one inch more and he’d be there.

Her body clenched at the thought.

“I want to remember this,” he murmured, brushing her hair from her face with his free hand. “The way you’re looking at me. The way your ass feels against my legs. I wish I could capture this moment.”

Her lips curled into a smile. Maybe he was feeling as wistful as she was.

With his hand at the base of her spine, he pulled her closer, her thighs sliding against his until the warmth of her center felt him. Right there. Thick and hard against her.

She let out an involuntary sigh. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Kiss me already.”

Another chuckle. He raked his fingers through her hair, angling her head until it was lifted to his. “Patience…”

Her gaze met his, making her heart jump in her chest. The laughter faded as his eyes darkened and narrowed, as his mouth fell onto hers.

God, his lips were good. Just the right amount of pressure as they moved against hers, his fingers massaging her scalp as his other hand kept her steady. His mouth was warm and strong, his lips opening as his tongue slid between hers, and she rolled her hips, her toes curling at the pleasure.

He broke the kiss, his eyes hooded as he traced his finger down her throat to the tiny dip at the base. Then he skimmed the line of her bodice, swallowing hard, before pushing the spaghetti straps from her shoulders and leaning in to kiss her bare flesh.

“Do you know how much I want you?” he asked her, his lips brushing against her fevered skin. “How much I’ve wanted you since I first saw you on the pier with the wind in your hair and those damn inappropriate shoes?”

“I thought you liked my shoes?” She gasped as he sucked at the flesh between her shoulder and throat.

“I do.” He rolled his hips and pressed his hardness against her, pleasure shooting from her core to the tips of her curled toes. “A lot.”

His lips kissed their way to the soft swell of her breast where it disappeared into her dress. She held her breath as he paused, then reached behind, unfastening the zipper until her dress gaped open at the back.

He traced the line of her cleavage, making her nipples harden beneath her strapless bra, the stretched lace making them tender and achy. Then he pushed her dress down and cupped her breasts in his strong palms, leaning in to suck at her nipple through the fabric

“Oh god.” She arched her back, gasping as his lips pulled her in further. “Griff, please…”

It was like there was a direct line from her breasts to her core. Every pull of his lips and scrape of his teeth made her achy and full of need. Until she felt hollow inside.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” she managed to ask him, before he moved to her other breast, sucking and teasing.

He glanced up at her, his eyes dark and needy. “Yeah. We should.”

The next moment he was standing up, lifting her with him until her legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands beneath her ass. Without another word, he was striding across the room, pushing open the bedroom door with his foot and carrying her inside.

Gently, he lay her on the bed, and she shimmied out of her dress, loving the way he stared at her ivory lingerie, his throat undulating as he swallowed hard. Then he was leaning down, pulling the pale lace away until her breasts were exposed, the underwire and extra fabric pushing them up high.

When he sucked at her this time, she almost exploded. Her back arched as he slid his tongue against her hard nipples, licking and sucking and driving her crazy. His hand caressed her stomach, his palm warm and rough on her skin, until his fingertips reached the ribboned edge of her