Page 102 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

I nod, and bite my cheek.

Michael smirks and leans down to capture my mouth in a kiss. His tongue slides past my lips, exploring with a confidence that makes my toes curl. As he kisses me, his hands roam, unhooking my bra. He peels it away, exposing my breasts, my nipples already stiff from the cool air and his touch.

“Oh my god,” I moan.

He breaks the kiss.

“I’m barely touching you, and you’re already responding that like?” he smirks. “Tonight is going to be fun.”

His gaze rakes over my chest, and I fight the urge to cover myself. He’s felt them before, but it’s been under my nightgown. He’s never seen them like this.

“Beautiful,” he growls, lowering his head to take one nipple between his lips.

I gasp and arch into him as he sucks gently at first. Then he dives in with more force, his tongue flicking over it while his hand squeezes my other breast. The heat of his mouth pulls a whimper from my throat.

His eyes meet mine. “You like this?”

“Mmm-hmm”.

His hand glides lower, tracing the edge of my panties before cupping my pussy through the thin fabric. A soft cry slips from my lips at the pressure.

“Oh, Doll,” he murmurs. “You are soaked right through.”

I manage a quick nod, heat flooding my cheeks.

“You want me to make you come?”

I hold his gaze and nod again, my pulse racing.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t break eye contact.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my panties. The instant they touch my clit, I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stifle a moan. Michael’s mouth takes mine.

“That’s it, Doll.” He breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear.

His fingers circle, as I arch into his touch, my breath comes in short gasps. Without warning, he removes his hand. My eyes fly open and look at him.

“What the fuck?” I say, kind of pissed.

He clicks his tongue. “Patience, Katie.”

He tugs my panties down and settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart.

“I want to taste you,” he says, his breath hot against my inner thigh.

My breath hitches, my body tensing. Oh, fuck. Michael is the first guy to even touch my pussy, but I can only imagine that his mouth is going to feel a thousand times better than his hand.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He starts slow, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my thigh, inching closer. When his tongue finally flicks out, tracing the seam of my pussy lips, I jolt, a moan escaping me. Michael groans in approval. His mustache brushes against my sensitive skin, adding a rough tickle that heightens every sensation.