I love the way her smile grows. “I hope you do,” she says simply.
And because the urge to kiss her is becoming too strong, I take two big steps forward and press her into the bed.
I have to smother a groan when her legs stay wrapped around me, her hips already rolling against mine in a needy grind.
To keep another curse from slipping out, I stamp a hard kiss to the place where her shoulder and neck meet. But I’m sooutmatched by this woman that I become immediately obsessed for a whole other reason.
Her soft skin. Her intoxicating scent. She’s a goddess in human form.
Pressing kisses along her neck, her shoulder, the strap of her dress, I’m relieved to feel the beat of her pulse against my lips. She’s not as unbothered as she wants me to think.
The realization triggers something in me. Desperation, maybe, but also a deep-seeded desire to makeherfeel good.
I slide my lips along her skin, over to the place right below her ear. “Can I touch you?” I ask. I won’t even lie to myself about how much it sounds like begging.
“Yes,” comes her breathless answer. “God, please, yes, touch me.”
There’s a tinge of stiffness in the words. As if it’s a line she’s used but has never meant before.
That’s okay. As long as I can differentiate between her fake and real, I’m fine.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur against her skin. “I want to tasteeveryinch of you. I want to feel you come against my mouth. I want to feel you come on my fingers, too. And I’mdying”—I suck at the sensitive skin on her neck—“to feel you come on my cock.”
I feel the shiver that runs through her. “That’s quite the goal,” she moans, arching her neck for another kiss.
“I’m a determined man,” I murmur. “Whether it’s tonight, tomorrow, or another time, I want to unravel every perfectly painted piece of you.”
And now the stiffness is in her body, not her words.
Fuck. Too far.
I lift slightly, just enough that I’m not pinning her to the bed. I’m relieved to feel her legs don’t drop from my waist.
“How about this,” I start with a gentler kiss to her jaw. “Just let me touch you tonight. No tasting, no fucking. Orgasm or not, just let me learn your body.” Another kiss. “I’m desperate to learn your body, Red.”
I feel her hesitation in the way her hands on my back stutter in their path from my waist to my upper back.
“You don’t want to fuck me?” she asks. I search for a hint of insecurity, but I find none. There’s a wall here somewhere.
“I’mdyingto fuck you, baby,” I say, groaning at the admission. “But that’s not the only thing that matters here.”
She hums, her hands moving lightly over my back. “Okay,” she whispers. “Touch me, then.”
The way she says it… I think it might be a challenge.
She confirms as much when I start to kiss down her body, down her neck until I reach the curve of her breast, because I hear her muse in the silkiest purr, “But when you beg to fuck me, just know I’m going to say yes.”
Holy shit.
My kisses become a little harder, a little more eager. I start to worry she might be right, and I find myself muttering as I slide one strap of her dress over her shoulder, “We’ll deal with that if it happens.”
Her laugh is throaty and the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I slide the other strap down, and now I can tug the top of her dress down with her bra.
Godfuckingdamnit. I’ve made a mistake.
Because her breasts are the perfect round handfuls, but mostly because her nipples are pink and hard andbeggingfor my mouth.
