Being in heat had nothing on a kiss delivered by Austin Cole. It was intricate and reckless all at once.
“Don’t be so gentle,” I encouraged.
A spark flickered in his eyes and his mouth came down on mine, tongue pushing in as his hips did a swivel. I moaned and ran my hand along his jaw, scraping my fingers just a little bit so I could hear the scratchy hiss of his stubble. He lifted his head and awareness burned in those crystalline depths. I loved his eyes—the way the black rims made it seem like they framed an ocean in his gaze.
Austin stared into the depth of me as he pulled the ends of my shirt over my head. When he dragged his gaze down to my chest, he froze.
“What’s wrong?”
When he didn’t answer, I got irritated. “B-cup not enough for you?”
His left hand firmly covered my mouth. “Will you be quiet for a moment while I drink you in? I’ve fantasized about this moment for the last seven years, so give me a minute. I’m not going to rush the first time I get to see your body beneath mine. That okay?”
I stitched my lips together and let him make love to me with his salacious eyes while my fingers memorized his broad, inked shoulders and firm biceps. His skin was sticky and taut beneath my hands and I wanted to taste him as he slid down the length of my body.
Austin’s lips skimmed across the flat of my stomach and I sucked in, stretching my arms up. Then it occurred to me I’d waited too long to just lie around while he took his time exploring territory he had recently vacationed to. I grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked him up, kissing him hard on the mouth.
He ran his hand over the lace of my white bra and dragged his mouth to the soft curve of my neck. My heart thundered like the hooves of a hundred stallions.
“Seven years,” I whispered. “We’re almost strangers.”
Austin quit fumbling with my bra, grabbed both cups, and pulled it apart. With a snap, it gave way. His mouth sucked ravenously on my nipple while his left hand curved around and squeezed, sending a bolt of pleasure all through my body. “Then let’s get to know each other. Favorite band?” he murmured.
“Mumford & Sons. You?”
His mouth journeyed lower until his tongue leisurely circled around my belly button. I whimpered a soft moan and loosened my grip on his hair.
“Kings of Leon,” he said, pinching my nipples with his warm fingers.
“They have like two songs I’ve ever heard.”
“Yeah, but they’re good songs.” Then he swung his eyes up to mine and slowly sang the opening verse of “Sex on Fire.”
Oh God, I melted listening to his lush, raspy voice. Austin had a singing voice he rarely used, but when he did, it was a force of nature on my body.
“How many girls have you dated?”
He took his sweet time sliding my shorts down, kissing the soft skin surrounding my panties. “Five,” he murmured.
“Five?” I almost shouted. “Jeez, you make me feel like a slut.”
“How many?” he asked, pulling my shorts away from my ankles. He knelt at my feet, staring up the length of my body.
I bit my lip. “Nine. But only two were serious.”
Austin cracked a smile. “Not serious enough. None of them matter.”
Then he fell over me and the clash of our heated bodies intensified the tension building between us. I was swimming in a pool of desire and close to drowning in the deep end.
“You still own those brown cowboy boots?” he asked, kissing my neck roughly. Then his hips took on a life of their own as he rocked them against me.
I moaned some kind of desperate sound, struggling to pay attention as his tongue moved in slow circles between the sucking. “No, the heel broke.”
“Good. I hated those damn boots.”
Well, that was just insulting. “Hey, what about your ‘I’m so badass’ fringed leather gloves?”
He pinched my nipple and put me in my place as his hips thrust against mine.
