fingers on her waist and the fireplace burning beside us, I tilt my face down so our lips are inches apart. “I think I’m going to need to kiss you again.”
Her lips part on a quick inhale, her light-brown eyes wide and shining. “Maybe you should stop thinkin’ so much.”
I don’t waste a second before closing the distance between us and pressing my mouth to hers in a kiss I can only describe as desperate. I’m desperate to add fuel to the fire that’s crackled between us since the very moment we met, a fire that never died even though we both tried to douse it with our resistance. All it took was a little wind for it to burst back to life.
My hands move from her waist to the open back of her dress as her palms slide up my bare chest. With a light touch, I draw my fingers up her skin until I’m holding on to the fabric at her shoulders. With every second that passes, our kiss deepens, our breathing increases, and I’m peeling the fabric from her skin.
Once I’ve removed the top portion of her dress, the rest falls away—over her sexy hips, around her sleek bronze legs, and down to her pointy heels, which give her already tall stature a few more inches in height. All that’s left is a sheer white lingerie set consisting of her panties and a strapless bra that completely exposes her soft breasts and dark-pink nipples. Simple jewelry hangs around her neck and on her ears, and she still has on those killer heels, which I have no plans of taking off.
“Damn.” My voice is low and shaky as I take in every ounce of beauty standing before me. “You have got to be kidding.” She’s a goddess in white. I run a finger along her bra, taking in her swollen nipple in awe. “Is this thing even a bra?”
She looks down and runs the pad of her thumb across one of her nipples. “It’s a shelf. You know, to support me without all the coverage. It worked with the dress.”
“Fuck yeah, it did.” My gaze tracks her finger as it makes a slow circular pattern over her sensitive flesh until I can’t take it anymore. I rip her hand away, replacing it with my own while slamming my mouth to hers. Then I kneel onto the faux sheepskin rug, taking her with me until I’m leaning her onto her back and spreading her knees with mine.
“You make me feel drunk,” I growl as I tear my mouth from hers and ease my way down her body, stopping only to kiss her breasts, her belly, and then her clit over her panties.
“It’s a good thing you stuck with your four-drink limit,” she rasps. A moan follows as I swipe away the material between her thighs.
With fabric hooked around my finger and her tender pink skin right there, daring me to take a lick, I chuckle at her words. “I might just have to break my rule.” My heavy lids open just enough to meet her confused gaze. “I think I’ll let you be my fifth drink tonight.” And with a swipe of my tongue, I throw caution to the wind and devour her.
31
Through the Lens
Maggie
Desmond’s mouth is something to be marveled. He tastes me like I’m a delicacy too rich to consume quickly, taking his time, running his tongue up and down my center, appreciating every inch, every dip, and every ridge. My fingers move to his head and dig under his hair until I have a good grip on his scalp. Without a word, he understands my needy demand and closes his mouth around that sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue flattens, spreading wide against me, and then he’s sucking my bud between his lips, slowly and gently, before releasing me with a groan.
My head is foggy, and my heart is crashing hard in my chest, but I don’t miss the thick digit Desmond slides into my opening or the light growl that climbs up his throat and slips past his lips. I peel my eyes open to catch a glimpse of him as he watches what he’s doing to me.
He doesn’t try to add another finger like I’m expecting. Instead, he starts to pump me slowly while hooking one of my legs with his free arm and placing his mouth on me again. My insides are quivering, and I swear I’m seconds from erupting when he pulls