He looks at me, his brows wrinkled with confusion. “What’s wrong? We almost had them.”
“Ugh, I need to pee, I’m sorry.” I throw the blanket off, but I get tangled and end up falling into his lap. My breasts press against his chest, and my lips are only inches from his.
We stare at each other for a second. I think we’re both shocked into stillness, but then it’s like we both come to the same decision and close the gap between us. Our lips clash together as his hands circle my body and tug me into a better position. I groan, partly because my bladder aches, but mostly because he can kiss like the devil. His tongue tangles with mine, slowly and sensually, and he drags his teeth across my bottom lip before nipping. As much as I want to enjoy this kiss, I have to pull away, because I will literally wet my pants.
We’re breathing heavily, and his eyes are foggy with lust when I push myself off him. “As much as I want to continue this,I really need to pee.” I grimace and try to make my way through the dimly lit cabin.
A light flicks on, and when I turn back to look, he’s standing next to a lamp, adjusting himself. I make it to the bedroom quickly now that I can see, and I can’t stop the smirk that crosses my lips as I make my way into the bathroom. I’m pretty thrilled to see he was as affected by that kiss as I was.
I quickly do my business then flush and wash my hands. I stare at myself in the mirror, noting my eyes are hooded and my cheeks are flushed. I just hope we can continue what we started. Damn my bladder for interrupting.
When I return to the living area, he is in the kitchen arranging our pie slices on some plates. There’s a tub of ice cream next to it, and he points to it with a spoon. “Do you want ice cream with your pie?”
I feel disappointed that he’s not still on the couch. I was hoping we could continue what we started. I bite my lip and remember how his teeth felt on it, and then I decide to be bold.
I stride over to him, take the tub of ice cream, and shove it back in the freezer, then I take the two plates with the pie on them and put them in the fridge before turning my attention back to him. He’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, watching me with a small smirk on his face.
“I don’t know about you, but I suddenly have a craving for something else,” I tell him before palming his head and drawing him down to kiss me.
Chapter
Fourteen
Colbie
Nox doesn’t even hesitate. He reaches under me and lifts me by my thighs, molding my body to his as I circle my arms around his neck. I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth plunders mine. His kiss is hot and doesn’t let up as his tongue tangles with mine, demanding my submission. He owns me with this kiss, and I am so fucking here for it. I can’t stop the low moan that leaves my mouth as my core grinds against the hard ridge of his cock in his jeans.
He pulls away suddenly, and we stare at each other. I’m breathless, and my heart is racing a million miles an hour. I put a finger to my lips. It’s swollen, and there’s slight chaffing from his facial stubble.
“Tell me if you would prefer pie, because if not, I’m going to take you back to my bedroom and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. He’s just as effected by this as I am.
“What pie?” I mutter before dragging his mouth back to mine. He nips and licks my mouth like he’s making love to mewith his tongue. I feel us move, and before long, we’re in his bedroom. He lowers me to my feet, and I shudder as I slide down his body before my feet touch the floor.
He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it off to the side before he grabs the hem of mine and does the same. I reach for the button on his jeans and quickly thumb it open before pulling the zipper down and pushing on the waistband. He helps me, pulling them off his feet and tossing them to the side.
I look my fill, my body throbbing with need as I reach out and run both hands down all that glorious expanse of skin. He grabs my hands when I get to his stomach and chuckles, pinning them behind my back.
“Not yet, sweetheart, otherwise this will be over before we even get started. It’s been a long time, and I want to make sure I worship your beautiful body first.”
He keeps my hands pinned as he backs me toward the bed, his mouth brushing kisses across the tops of my breasts, which are still covered by my bra. He moves both my hands to one of his before skillfully flicking open the catch of my bra.
“Wow, hot and talented,” I tease as he releases my arms and drags my bra straps down before that also joins the clothes that have been tossed aside.
“I might not have a lot of experience, but I make up for it in enthusiasm,” he says, and I freeze.
“Have you done this before?” I ask hesitantly, and he chuckles.
“A few times. I had a wild phase when I first left my village and spent a few months trying to fuck my problems away with a wide selection of the population.” Ah, so I was right about him being a hit it and quit it kind of guy. “But that was years ago. What I meant is I haven’t had a lot of experience having sex with someone I actually give a damn about.”
He looks me in the eye, and I see vulnerability in his gaze. I reach up and cup his cheek, running my thumb across his lip. “I know how you feel, but you’re doing just fine.”
His hands slide up my body, caressing my skin, the rough calluses on his thumbs creating a delicious friction. He caresses my breasts, his gaze dropping down to watch what he’s doing, and he groans as he leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucks, and my knees weaken. I stumble, but he holds me up as his tongue flicks across my nipple, circling it before he bites down gently. I hiss at the slight sting of pain, but then he soothes it with his tongue, and I’m putty in his hands.
He moves his mouth to my other breast, placing kisses along the way as he lifts me and drops me back onto his bed. I bounce, but he reaches for the button of my jeans, and before I even get my bearings, he strips them off, and I’m lying naked apart from the cuffs on my wrists.
“Stunning,” he murmurs as he strips off his briefs, and it’s my turn to stare. Oh my fucking god.
“Nope, no way. That thing isn’t going to fit,” I stammer, waving at the cock that slapped against his stomach when he removed his pants. I thought he felt big when I was grinding against his jeans, but this is extreme. It has to be nine or ten inches and thick.
