“I’m all yours, baby.”
Feeling the strength of our desire pulsing all around us, I urge him onto his back. He goes willingly, his breath as shallow as my own. I take off my glasses and slide over him, unable to stifle the moan that escapes at the skin-to-skin contact. He’s furnace-hot and pumping with virility.
He slides his hands to my lower back, bringing me flush with the hard length of his erection, giving me fanny flutters and making me leak. I press my mouth to his, loving the play of our tongues—teasing, and tangling. I could kiss him for hours, and it still wouldn’t be enough. But with him laid out for me, I want the other tastes of him too.
I run my hands over his chest and feel the tremor deep within him. I slide my mouth along his jaw, his chin, to the hollow of his throat. I inhale the warm-spiced scent on his skin, now muskier with desire. I drag my hands and lips down his body, desperate to discover what makes him moan the loudest or curse and tremble. It’s a study on what sets him on fire, and I’m an avid student.
He mentioned playing with his nipple last night, so I flick my tongue over the barbell. The metal’s not cool; it’s warm like him. He groans and dislodges my bun with the spread of his fingers. Gaging that this spot is ultrasensitive, I curl my tongue all around the piercing and lick the protruding tip.
His hold tightens, and his groan rumbles low in his chest. I stay there a while, loving the response I get, before kissing downthe center of his body. My hands gently squeeze his fluffy sides as my mouth slides over his soft paunch.
“Lex,” he grits. “Your mouth—fuck.”
My blood fires from his praise. I never learned how to give pleasure. I never knew touching and kissing could be thisaddictive.
When I loosen the drawstring of his pants and slide my tongue into the gap, Chaz mutters a curse. In one swift move, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him.
“We need to even things up,” he breathes heavily.
“Why?” I protest. “I was having a good time.”
“So was I. But you were bringing me too close to an unceremonious end.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” He grins.
“If we’re evening things up,” I point out, “shouldn’t your pants be off?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He stands, stripping down to tight boxer briefs in the blink of an eye.
His thighs are thick and muscled from hard work and walking. And—hello—his erection proudly tents the front of his underwear. Feeling it against my stomach is one thing; seeing it covered by a thin layer of cotton is quite another. I want to tear off his boxers and see it in the flesh. Touch it. But Chaz has other plans.
He slides back over me, his skin scorching, his weight a welcome and indomitable force as he settles between my legs, letting me feel every inch of him through the fabric.
“That’s better,” he murmurs against my lips, taking my mouth in a kiss so voracious that my shallow pants struggle to reach my lungs.
But I don’t care. Breathing is overrated when it’s Chaz kissing the life out of me. My hands glide down his wide back. Ourchests and torsos press together, making my heart sigh and my body burn.
“You feel good,” I say breathlessly when he lets me up for air.
His gaze fuses to mine, the flicker of flames dancing over his face, lighting up the white scar on his eyebrow. “I’ve wanted you this way, beneath me, against me, since the moment I saw you.”
“And here I thought you were attracted by my choking fit.”
“That too.” He grins. “I was tempted to hop across the counter and give you mouth-to-mouth.”
“I would have died.” I laugh. “You made me so nervous.”
“I know. But I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad at the time.”
“I wasn’t sure either. You aroused all these feelings that I didn’t know I was capable of having.”
“I’m honored to have awaked your hidden passion,” he murmurs in that deep, decadent voice of his, nibbling at my throat, tracing the small moles on my neck as if he finds them fascinating. “I’m going kiss my way down to your panties, then suck on your nipples, if that’s all right with you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Is that a yes, baby? I need you to tell me.”
