Unleashing Sin - A. M. Wilson Page 0,62

suddenly pistons his hips, shifting both our weight into the air and maneuvering us around.

He cradles me, and my back hits the softness of the cushion, pinning his arm between myself and the couch. The turn of his lips becomes salacious. Our eyes lock, and his nearly sparkle with what I want to call desire. Without releasing my stare, Alex lowers his head fraction by fraction until his mouth is pressing directly over my pubic bone through my jeans. I’m sweltering and shivering all at once. More than anything, I’m relieved when desire edges out my fear. The image of this beast of a man, with his long strands of hair, thick beard, and a plethora of colorful tattoos, face down at the most private area of my body burns itself into my brain.

“Here,” he states huskily. Even he can’t hide the effect this is having on him. That thought produces another. I wonder if he’s hard.

“Ung. No,” I groan accidentally. My control is slipping. I’m about ready to beg him to kiss me already.

Maybe that’s what he wants?

He seems to take some pity on me as he starts moving again, first ascending from my pubic bone to the little sliver of skin at my shirt hem. There he places another tender kiss just above the waistband of my jeans.

I think my blood pressure is rising.

Alex glides his fingertips over my sides until they catch beneath the hem. He keeps going, exposing my stomach centimeter by centimeter until he stops near the center.

Still watching one another, he dips his head, kisses my stomach and swirls his tongue around my belly button.

I have to break eye contact as my head falls back against the couch. “Good lord,” I sigh and squirm against his hold. His fingers contract into my sides, tickling slightly.

“Hold still, blossom.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Then I’ll speed this up a bit.”

He lies, whether intentional or not. It feels like an eternity passes as he scales his way up my body, stopping every few inches to drop a kiss over my clothing. The barrier of thread nonexistent as his lips sear my flesh. The higher he climbs, the more of his body becomes accessible to me. Our legs touch, and his thigh slips between mine. His arm wraps more fully around me as the other supports some of his heavy weight. I can’t help but slip my palms beneath the back of his tee and glide them along the silky skin of his muscular back.

His own control wanes at the collar of my shirt. Hot lips touch my skin, and I jolt, tensing, and melting simultaneously. An incoherent growl reaches my ears at the same time his tongue dampens the hollow of my throat. The hand beneath my back moves upward into my hair, gripping and maneuvering my head to the side. Without releasing contact, his mouth moves parallel to my jaw, sucking and sampling me to the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“Alex!” I gasp, slightly panting, skin dampened with sweat. My hips undulated beneath his, seeking some sort of contact to relieve the desperate ache between my legs. He hooks my calf in his palm, pulling it out from beneath him and wrapping it around his hip. I curve it around his back, opening my legs wider, and his hips fall through. The connection is instant, and his erection presses into the spot where I desperately need him most just as he finally takes my mouth in an explosive kiss.

The sound torn from my lips is one I’m positive I’ve never made before. His tongue slips into my mouth in a long, languid stroke that sets me on fire. I press up and grind against him as we worship with our lips and tongues. Our hands clutch and pull. He slants his head to access deeper into my mouth, drinking the life from me.

And I let him.

This is different than the last kiss. The fear is gone, replaced with a desire for more.

More.

More.

Alex wrenches his head from mine on a sigh, burying his face in my neck.

“Why’d you stop?” I pant and attempt to look at his face.

He holds me still, cupping the side of my head with his palm. “Gettin’ carried away,” he mumbles

I frown, but he can’t see it. “I don’t understand.”

He chuckles into the couch. “You asked for a kiss.”

I shift uncomfortably. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“We were. You asked for a kiss. You didn’t ask for me to dry fuck you