My hand slips under her bra, cupping her breast, and when my thumb brushes over her hardened nipple, her body arches into me. I trail kisses down her neck and across her chest, taking my time, savoring the way she responds to every touch, every kiss.
Her breath is shallow, her fingers tightening in my hair as I slide her bra straps down her shoulders and unclasp it. The fabric falls away, and I take a moment to look at her, completely captivated.
“Perfect,” I murmur, brushing a kiss over the swell of her breast.
She gasps softly, her back arching as I trail my mouth lower, my lips and tongue teasing her until she’s squirming beneath me. Her hands tug at the waistband of my jeans, and I chuckle against her skin.
“Impatient, are we?”
“Yes.” She shoots me a playful glare, her breath hitching when my fingers skim her waist. “Take them off.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I kick off my jeans, and her hands are back on me in an instant, exploring the bare skin of my hips and thighs. The heat between us is unbearable now, and when her hips grind against mine, the thin barrier of fabric between us feels like too much.
I slip her thong down her legs, my hands trembling slightly as I toss them aside ...
Ease my way down her body, crawling down, kissing her stomach along the way.
Her hands are in my hair, fingers scratching my scalp.
Encouraging me.
Chapter 17
Lucy
It starts slow.
The way his lips move across my stomach, leaving a trail of warmth, making my breath hitch as I stare down at him. His hands are steady now—no more trembling like before, when he slipped off my thong. Now they’re confident, gliding over my thighs like he’s been waiting to touch me like this forever.
I’m not used to this. Not used to someone taking their time, savoring every second like I’m something worth worshipping.
He looks up at me, his dark eyes locking with mine, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. There’s something in his gaze that’s deeper than desire. It’s admiration.
Devotion, even.
I bite my lip, watching as he presses a kiss above my hip bone, his stubble grazing my skin in a way that sends shivers down my spine. My hands are in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, and I can feel him smile against my skin like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
God, he’s good at this.
It feels like ecstasy.
My breath comes out in a shaky gasp, my back arching off the bed as I give in to the feeling, to him. My fingers tighten in his hair, and he groans against me, the sound vibrating through my body like an electric current.
Oh God . . .
I want to come so bad.
But I don’t. I want him to be inside me when it happens. I want ...
To come together.
Feel his body racking with his own orgasm.
But the sight of his head between my legs ...
“Oh God.”
