“As flattering as that is,” he drawls, looking at me slumped over, “you’re in no shape to take pictures.”
“Okay then.” I lift my hands, making an imaginary frame, and close one eye. “Click. Now I have a mental snapshot.”
Shaking his head, he walks over, his big junk swinging between his legs. “Lex,” he warns, catching my stare, “you’re not in any condition for that either.”
Wiggling out of my panties, I chuck them at him. He catches them mid-air and brings them to his nose.
“What do they smell like?” I giggle.
“You.” He inhales another breath, then joins me in bed beneath the covers.
He’s toasty warm, curved against my back. His arm drapes across my waist, and his legs are tucked behind mine. All wrapped in him like a cocoon, I drift off to his whisper. “Night, Blue.”
When I wake hours later, the room is still and dark, but my body is thrumming. My breasts are full and tender, and my nipples ache. My core is pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Had I dreamed of something erotic? Or was it just having Chaz naked and pressed up against me that penetrated my subconscious?
I turn gingerly in his arms. I’d shared a bed with Richard on those dreaded “sex nights” he scheduled, but we never cuddled. Chaz was my first big spoon, and it was wonderful. I lift myself onto one elbow to look at him. Slivers of moonlight peek through the blinds, slanting over his face, relaxed in sleep, the onyx durag gleaming. His breath is slow and even, and his long eyelashes fan over his cheeks. Despite his repose, he still possesses the magnetic energy that draws me to him as if by some silent, invisible force.
With a faint touch, I trace his bearded jaw. The hair is dense and soft, like a furry pelt beneath my fingertips. I press my thighs together, knowing I should get back to sleep with six AM right around the corner, but my body is too wide awake. My mind is tangled in a web of want and regret over what we started earlier that I couldn’t finish. I know how much I love making him come. The sounds he makes, the intense look of pleasure on his face, the gratifying feel of his release, coursing and shuddering through him.
Chaz must be as desperate to experience that from me as I am. In hindsight, if I hadn’t been such a lightweight with the weed, it might have relaxed me enough to let go. But I was too high, and Chaz would never have taken advantage.
A foreign emotion, a mix of deep affection and longing, rises inside of me. He stirs, his eyes slowly opening, dark and intense, as if attuned to some signal from me. For a moment, we just stare at each other.
He reaches out to brush my hair off my cheek. “You okay?” he rasps in a sleep-roughened voice.
“Yes, something just woke me.”
“What?”
Could I really tell him?
“What is it, Blue?”
“I’m . . . I’m aroused.”
“I know,” he says, his gaze igniting into something primal. “I can feel it bouncing off you.”
I’d read that some people are so intrinsically connected they can sense or feel what their partner is experiencing. Had he felt it in his sleep? I lower my hand to find him hardening with gratifying swiftness. He groans as I stroke him up and down, and then he eases me onto my back. He teases my lips with the tip of his tongue but withholds the kiss I crave.
“Chaz.”
“I love your mouth, Lex. Saving it for last.”
I swallow hard, so turned on, I don’t care where he starts or ends, as long as he’s touching me. I lift my back enough for him to whip off my shirt. His lips and tongue pay homage to my neck and shoulders, my arms, my torso while he runs his index finger through my wet cleft. I gasp on keening moans as he circles my tender nipples with his damp finger, then licks off my essence.
“I love the way you taste,” he groans as if I were a gourmet meal.
Richard thought oral sex was disgusting. But my thoughts scatter when he kicks the covers to the bottom of the bed and slides into a prone position. He spreads my legs and settles his shoulders between my thighs, gazing up with lust-drugged eyes.
“You’re so beautiful here. All over.” He pushes two fingers inside me with a gentle thrust.
My back bows off the bed as my sex clenches around him.
“You smell good.” He breathes deeply. “Can I put my mouth on you, my tongue in you?”
Oh, God. I’m panting for him, my hips circling unbridled on his thrusting fingers.
“You . . . don’t have to . . . do that.”
