The kiss starts gently. He rubs his soft lips across mine, then presses a little harder. I reach for him, grabbing his waist and pulling him closer to me. He groans. His tongue traces along the seam of my mouth, and I open for him. The kiss changes in intensity. It takes my breath away.
I have no idea how long we stand there kissing. I do know I pout when Rand pulls away, reaches for the hem of my shirt, and looks at me.
“Keep going,” I unbuckle his belt.
He wiggles his eyebrows at me, pulls off my shirt, and stands back to look. “Absolutely stunning, puffin.”
I fight the urge to cover my breasts. I reach for his pants.
He stops me. “Not yet. We’re taking it slow. And if you go Downtown to China Town, I’m not going to last very long.”
“Alrighty, then. Please continue worshipping my body.” I slap my hand over my mouth and turn fifty shades of red.
He throws back his head with a roar of laughter. “God, I love that about you.”
“What?”
“Your unfiltered mouth. I do want to worship your body.”
And with that, things ratchet up to Sex Condition Three. SEXCON-3. That’s the middle of the road on the way to SEXCON-1, being full-on Sexy Time. I lose all thought when Rand unbuttons my pants, dragging them down my legs, kneeling in front of me to help me out of them.
He remains on his knees, staring up at me. “How are you doing?”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Feeling like a goddess.”
He strokes up my legs and around to my ass. “My goddess.”
I bite my lip and try to ignore the wet panties right in front of his face. It’s hard to do when he leans in and kisses my mound through said panties.
“You smell like sunshine,” Rand breathes against the thin fabric.
I snort-laugh. “No way.”
Rand pauses from his kneeling position. “I bet you taste even better.”
The laugh catches in my throat.
“Have you done that before?”
I shake my head no.
“Do you want to?”
I nod my head yes.
“I need the words, Carolina.”
“Yes. Please.”
With a grin, he stands. “How would you feel about my mouth on your breasts? Your nipples?”
“Yes.”
He winks at me, then removes my bra, sliding it down my arms. I sit on the edge of the bed. He kneels again in front of me, taking my face in his hands, kissing my lips, my neck, and down to my collarbone. My skin is on fire. I’ve never been kissed this way before, and I have no idea what to do with my hands. At first, I grip the comforter, but it’s not enough. I want to hold onto him.
I grab his hair and nearly fly off the bed when he clamps his mouth around my right nipple.
“Ohmygodthatfeelsogood! Don’t stop. Never stop!” I yell.