His gaze slid over her naked body. “You’re gorgeous.”
Feeling vulnerable, she gripped the edge of the comforter and pulled it over her.
Removing his boots and socks, a wicked smile curled his lips. “There’s no reason to be shy, darlin’. Now, throw off the covers and spread those sweet thighs so I can stare at your pretty pussy while I undress.”
Her heart stammered as she slowly pushed away the material. “I’m just not used to a man being so detailed about what he wants.”
Smokey frowned. “What kind of pansy-asses have you hooked up with?”
“They were okay, just not so … explicit.”
The sound of his belt buckle hitting the wooden floor made her jump. “This is who I am, and I guarantee you’re never gonna describe our fucking as ‘okay.’ Now, show me your pussy.”
She bent her knees and parted her legs.
“Wider.”
“You’re a persistent SOB.”
He chuckled. “I know, and it always pays off.”
She spread them farther apart. “Satisfied?”
Lust smoldered in his eyes. “Fuck yeah. Hell, woman, you’re stunning.” Unzipping his jeans, his gaze never strayed from the juncture of her splayed thighs.
Being under Smokey’s hungry gaze was intimidating at first, but his desire for her was all-consuming.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said hoarsely.
His words had her body trembling with need.
“I like that—a lot.” He continued undressing, easing his boxers down over his hips, letting them pool at his ankles before stepping out of them.
His naked body was impressive, with smooth pecs, and a sprinkling of tattoos on his broad chest, tracing down to a taut waist and a killer six-pack. And below that … well, he would be magnificently hung and hard as hell. She clenched her legs together in anticipation of how amazing he was going to feel once he was finally inside of her.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a sensual smile as he looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Like what you see?”
“Oh yeah.” His muscles rippled as he walked, the tribal tattoo sleeve on his left arm moving in rhythm with his gait.
Climbing onto the bed, he crawled toward her and gripped the backside of her knees, spreading them wider as he inhaled deeply.
“I love your smell, and I bet you taste real good too.”
Her breath hitched. Of course she’d been with men before, but no man had ever put his mouth to her sex, ever. Her girlfriends had talked about the way some men were good at it, while others were awkward, but Ashley had never asked to be pleasured in that way.
Smokey sat back on his knees, staring at her naked body. Every place his heated look touched brought a wave of heat and lingering fire.
“So fuckin’ sexy.”
Moving his body over hers, he planted his palms on either side of her. Kissing her lips, he began nipping and licking his way down to the swell of her breasts.
“You’re so soft.” She shuddered as he dragged his tongue across her sensitive skin. “You’ve got great tits.”
Cupping them, she held her breath when his lips swept across her nipples. Adding his tongue, he teased her until arousal surged through her core. She wanted to demand for him to take it further, to release the tension setting her skin ablaze.
Burying her fingers into his hair, she tried to steer him to her aching nipples. A low chuckle rumbled out of his chest as he kissed and nipped everywhere but where she wanted it the most.
“Please,” she whispered.
Looking up her body, his warm breath lingered just above her nipple. When he finally sucked it into his mouth, she moaned loudly, watching as he clamped it between his teeth, flicking his tongue across it.
A cry broke free from her throat.
“You like that, darlin’?”
Arching her back, she strained against him. “I do.”
“Put your hands over your head.”
She raised her arms and gripped the headboard. With his eyes still locked on hers, he lowered his mouth and covered her hardened bud, sucking, licking, and biting, while his fingertips tightened and rolled her other nipple. A ball of fire rushed down her spine to between her legs, inflaming her need for him.
As he continued to play with her breasts, his hand slowly glided down her body, leaving pebbled flesh in its wake. When his fingers brushed against her inner thighs, she bucked against him.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered running his finger up and down her wet heat.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her body on fire and desperately wanting him inside of her.Redness crept up her neck and over her face.