“Me either,” she whispers, cradling me as she bends down to dot a kiss into my hair.
Damn, it’s been so long since I was on the receiving end of a woman’s softness and affection. I’d forgotten how incredible it feels. And the need to return the feeling is overwhelming.
So much so, I rise, claiming her mouth. She slides forward on the sofa, closing the last of the space between us. Trailing my knuckles over her collarbone, I nudge the shirt from her, exposing one perfect breast. And damn if my mouth doesn’t water like she’s the first woman I’ve ever seen bare. Like she’s not the finest fucking meal I’ll ever have.
“I could fucking eat you alive,” I growl, tracking hungry kisses down the soft column of her neck.
“Do it, Quin,” she pants.
I will. I fucking will, but we’re taking this slow, remember.
My throat all but closes over with the need lining her voice. “Slow, remember.”
Fine hands tug at my shirt. “Off, please.”
“So fucking polite. Is this all I had to do to get your sweet side?”
Her mouth brushes over mine, little panty puffs caressing my skin as she nips my bottom lip. That’s all it takes to unleash the caveman in me. A low rumble rattles up my throat as I dip my head and clamp my mouth around a nipple.
A breathy gasp, “oh fuck,” escapes as she arches, her head falling back.
Heat roars through my body, and I’m hard as granite, my boxers barely containing my cock. Celeste’s needy hands hunt for who knows what as she opens further for me.
Fingers curl around my throat before they fall away, brushing over the tented fabric of my boxers a second later.
I release the peak with a pop, and brown eyes stare down at me on my knees for this stunning woman. I could spend every damn night with my knees pressed into the hardwoods if she’d let me.
“These pants are an abomination, baby. They’re coming off.”
She wriggles, lifting her hips as I tug the winter pajama pants over her ass and down her thighs. Taking each leg out in turn, I toss the pants on the end of the sofa. When I turn back, her shirt is draped over the hand she’s holding out. Her dark eyes burn into mine.
And I’m fucking breathless.
Chest heaving, I slide the shirt from her fingers and toss it to the end of the sofa as well.
In only panties, she sits studying my face, as if at any moment I’m going to change my mind.
Not damn likely, woman.
“Look at you, CC.” I tilt my head, letting my eyes shutter closed in an effort to stem the racing need threatening to have me blow my load in my boxers before I even get a taste of her.
Hell, that doesn’t help.
Dammit, it’s been way too long.
When fine fingers wrap around my jawline and her lips brush over my own, I open my eyes.
“Slow, okay?” she breathes.
“Yeah,” I rasp.
My head is tilted up as her mouth crashes to mine. Arms aching to hold her, body alive with the burn for her I can barely restrain, I meet her hunger with my own.
A little whip of a whimper spills from her lips to mine.
Fuck.
Pushing to my feet without breaking the kiss, I sweep her off the sofa and onto my hips. Peaks pressed into my chest, she tightens her legs around my waist. I weave my hands through her hair, desperate to have her closer. A little moan from CC and my hand sinks, cupping a breast, my thumb whispering over her nipple.
