Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,36

leans forward and presses a kiss against my lips. My eyes squeezed shut, I melt into the kiss, moving closer to him, deepening the kiss. His fingers run along my hair, gently bunching a handful in his fist, pulling my head back for easier access to my lips. He’s such a good kisser, I could never tire of his lips.

When he pulls away, I whisper, “Don’t stop.”

And then his lips are back on mine, and then they’re traveling down my jawline, my neck, my collarbone. Sitting up, I remove my pajama top, my breasts free, and then I tug at his tank, wanting him to remove it too. Once it’s off, I press my breasts against his chest, the skin-on-skin contact sending shivers down my spine.

Taking control, Temper pushes me to my back and worships my body, kissing me everywhere, stroking me with his fingers, until he slides his hand under my pants and against my pussy. I’m not wearing any underwear, my skin soft and just shaven, and he continues to stroke the sensitive skin, eventually sliding his finger inside of me, the wetness coating him.

“So tight,” he murmurs, kissing me deeper. I’ve only been with one man, once, but I do have a vibrator that has been my stand-in, so it’s not like nothing has ever been down there.

Working his way down my body, he pulls my pants down with his teeth, and I lift my hips to help him.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, and I nod.

“Good,” he whispers, placing his face right in front of my pussy. He breathes in deeply and groans, as if he loves the scent of me, then peeps his tongue out for a little taste, which seems to send him over the edge, because the next minute he’s eating me out like he’s starving, licking and sucking, rubbing his tongue against my clit and sending me into overdrive.

I thought men don’t know where the clit is? briefly runs through my mind, before pleasure, desire and want consume my every thought and feeling. When I come, it’s powerful, strong, and seems to go on forever.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my legs trembling, my back arched and my mouth open of its own accord.

Before I can even come back to myself, Temper is taking his shorts off, setting himself free. He looks to me as if for permission, and when I nod and slide against him, he slowly works himself inside of me. His penis is huge, much bigger than the only other one I’ve seen, but it feels so good, and I’m so wet, dampness all over my thighs.

Leaning down, he kisses my lips. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “More than okay.”

“You feel so fuckin’ good, I almost just came sliding inside of you,” he admits, groaning.

“You’re really good at all of this stuff,” I whisper, and moan as he bends his head to suck on my nipple.

“I’m glad you think so.” Things get hot and heavy, but before he can come, he pulls out and lies back. “Sit on my face, I want to taste you again.”

Holy fuck.

Chapter Fourteen

I wake up smiling before my eyes are even open.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says from next to me. “I made you some coffee.”

I don’t think today could get any better.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice thick with sleep. Pushing my hair out of my face, I rub my eyes before accepting the mug of deliciousness.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

I flash him a sideways glance. “Pretty damn well, and yourself?”

He grins in response. “I don’t know about you, but it’s been a fuckin’ long time for me, so I’m feeling damn good.”

We never had the chat about how many people we’d slept with, or when, but apparently we’re going to have it now.

“It’s been a long time for me too,” I admit, suddenly looking down into my coffee. “I’ve umm...only actually slept with one person. One time.”

And it was shit.

Last night showed me just how amazing sex can be, especially if it’s with the