The farther up my body he moves, the more I drink in of his pleasure in caressing me. I memorize the way his mouth curves and tightens, the better to recall later when I’m busy exploring him and can’t see his face.
Apart from drawing light lines around the edges of my breasts, he keeps away. That’s when I realize he stayed equally away from my clitoris and pussy. Keeping them for last? Or seeking out other, less obvious places that make me sigh or start?
The latter, likely. A passing touch at a particular spot where shoulder meets neck sends lightning bolts of pleasure in every direction. I gasp, my clit throbs, and my pussy clenches on nothing. He pauses, noticing, then backtracks to find the exact spot. He still kneels, but has inched just far enough up that his knees press against the inside of my thighs, and his balls occasionally brush my core.
My chest’s heaving by the time he moves on. Down my arms rather than up to my face—how much time has passed? Too much and not enough.
He sits back. Hands slide along the underside of my legs, urging them to fold up toward my chest.
“Roll over.”
“What about kissing?” I manage despite my heaving chest.
“I’ve still got a couple minutes before kisses. Move.”
He moves me, and I don’t fight. Despite the lust burning through my blood, my skin cools. He doesn’t drag me back to the warm spot where I’d lain or let me scoot there on my own. My legs stretch out in a single thick line below me, his thighs to either side of mine. He’s not sitting on me—he’s too big and too gentle for that—but he could.
I’ve always known Corin as a dominant alpha, but there’s knowing, andknowing.
New appreciation settles in my bones as he leans forward and rests against me. Covers me. His forearms press into the mattress beside my shoulders, making it dip under his weight, but he’s close enough that his chest hair brushes my upper back. Heat pours off him, driving every mote of chill away, even in my toes.
I’m not made to unilaterally submit, but I don’t resist his power because this is his turn. I will get mine, and turnabout is the kind of play I enjoy to the hilt. Every caress he’s unleashed to give me pleasure I will return in some measure.
Yet I’m also limp and gasping, awash in the delight he’s building in my body.
His nose nuzzles the back of my neck. Traces a path through my hair. His breath warms my ear as he whispers, “Time for kisses.”
But instead of heading for my mouth, the teasing louse presses his lips against the nape of my neck. From there, heshifts to kiss his way across my shoulders and down my back. Each kiss differs slightly, from tight smacks of lips against skin to open mouth and a brush of tongue to biting kisses that sting but dig no deeper. Desire pulses in me with each caress.
Along with irritation.
“You said spend the last half kissing.” I push up on my elbows and twist around to glare at him as he nips the base of my spine. My back arches as he shifts to a licking kiss along the crevice where thigh meets pussy.
“We agreed I’d explore your body with my hands, then map it with kisses.” He lifts his head just enough to reveal a darkly amused expression. “If you wanted the kisses to be only on your lips, you should have said that when I asked.”
Again, he skips my pussy and heads down my legs, tracing a swirling pattern of kisses from one to the other and back. Lovely tingles lurk under my skin wherever he passes.
Apparently, Corin’s a trickster in bed. I enjoy the fruits of his trickery—how each kiss pushes me a little higher—but plot a multi-step revenge.
Reaching my feet, he lavishes sucking kisses on my toes that electrify my legs as delight races along my nerves. I twist and moan in ecstasy, all real with maybe a hair of overacting.
“Ohh!” I push up onto my knees, back arching and arms lifting high which has the effect of making my breasts rounder, nipples more prominent.
He can’t resist a second glance, and in that instant, I fall sideways onto the mattress and roll into him. Body to body, face to face. Cupping his cheeks, I give him the big endless kiss I expected to get ages earlier.
After a moment of surprise, he gives in and kisses me back. He doesn’t surrender completely, instead taking charge of how our mouths mesh. Slips his tongue between my lips to provide a foretaste of joys yet to come.
I melt against him, content to be lead so long as we’re pressed close together exchanging breaths and drinking sighs.
Then, the bloody alarm goes off.
We try to ignore it—at leastIdo. I lick the inside of his lips one last time before he pulls away.
Chests heaving, we stay face to face. Sweat covers my skin, cooling me quickly without his body against mine. He’s little better off, bangs clinging to his forehead in thick, damp chunks as he pants.
He bats at the alarm without turning around, missing widely as the annoying sound increases in volume. With a muttered curse, he rolls away. Sitting up, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and manages to press the off button.
“Time.” Corin shakes his head, droplets flying from his brow, then stands and takes a deep breath. Before long, he’s calm, cool—chilly—and collected.
