Yikes.
I heard him coming and instantly changed my mind.
I thought I was ready.
I wasn’t.
He appeared in the door.
Too late now.
He took one look at me and didn’t freeze or take even a millisecond to contemplate.
After a brief stutter step, he was across the room. His fingers wrapped around my ribs, I was up, and then we were both down, deeper into the bed, me on my back, Dair all over me.
And I meant all over me.
All the nerves I was experiencing wobbled when he essentially tackled me.
They vanished completely when his mouth crashed down on mine, and he was kissing me, hard and wet.
He did this while his hands roamed—ribs, waist, hips, the small of my back…down.
Gripping my ass, he pulled me up into his hard hips.
At what I felt there (already!), I whimpered and yanked at his lightweight sweater.
He arched away, tore it off, and I got not near enough time to take in his broad, defined, perfectly furred chest before he tossed the sweater to the side, and he was kissing me again.
However, with all that exposed and available to me, I might not be able to see it, but I embarked on a voyage of discovery with my hands and learned instantly it was the best trip I could take.
Warm, silken skin over steely flesh, plains and dips and jags.
The ridges of his ribs were sensitive, as was the skin just under the waistband of his jeans.
Scrumptious.
He found the sensitive skin behind my ear and manipulated it with lips and tongue until I was squirming under him.
I positioned to flip him in order to make more of him available to me, but as I made a move to do so, his body locked, and his teeth sunk into the fragile tendon of my neck.
This caused a full body quiver.
Oh.
Wow.
My panties flooded at his message of just who was going to dominate the proceedings.
I didn’t put up even a minimal fight.
I immediately acquiesced, relaxing under him.
His mouth moved to mine, and he growled his approval against my tongue, and that was so fabulous, I mewed against his.
We kissed and we explored, and finally, Dair’s fingers curled into the low neckline of my nightie, and he dragged it across my breast, across my nipple, and it felt so good, I moaned into his mouth.
But that mouth left me to latch on my nipple.
