Page 42 of Deking at Love
He laved, kissed, and sucked every square inch of her breasts, even spending time stroking their undersides with his clever tongue while his fingers pinched and tugged and rolled her sensitive peaks.
Abandoning his torture for the moment, he kissed his way up her chest to her collarbones, pausing to nibble and lick.He sprinkled kisses and nips up her neck to her ear, and when his mouth finally found hers, his tongue plunged inside, invading, claiming, tangling with hers in a frantic dance.He released her hands, and his fingers were in her hair, twisting in the strands.She dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him to her as she arched up into him, craving that skin-to-skin slide.
Tearing away from her mouth, he peppered her face with kisses.He pulled her earlobe between his teeth and bit down gently.“Where do you keep the condoms, sweet girl?”
She skated her hand down his side until she reached his length and palmed it.She glided her fingertips over his crown, teasing him, making his cock twitch.“Let me feel you first.”
“You’re going to feel me all right, but I’m going to be inside you,” he groaned.He licked the shell of her ear.“You’ve got me so turned on I’m not going to last.If you keep doing what you’re doing, Idefinitelywon’t make it.”He drew back and looked at her, his hand stroking the side of her head.“And I amdyingto be inside you.”
She rolled to her side and opened her nightstand drawer.He used the opportunity to lay wet kisses along her hip bone.“You have a very fine ass, you know that?”
Flopping onto her back, she smirked as she held up a packet between her fingers.“So do you.”
He eyed the condom, hesitating a beat before reaching for it.His earlier question about her having a supply popped into her head.Was that going through his mind right now?Another beat passed, and he took it from her and dropped it beside her.She arched a questioning eyebrow at him.
“Just want to be prepared.Don’t worry.We’ll get there,” he assured, as if he’d read her mind.“Right now I need to spend more time worshipping your perfect tits.”
Without uttering another warning, he began his onslaught anew, his mouth and fingers more determined and relentless than before.His ministrations had her swinging between contented sighs and harsh pleas to fuck her already.She bucked into him, then wrapped her leg around his hip and dug her ankle into his ass in a bid to get closer.The need to feel him deep inside her overwhelmed every other thought.But he was like a piece of granite, solid and unyielding, going at his own excruciatingly glacial pace.The only part of him that moved was his wicked, wicked mouth.
Finally, he sat up, self-satisfaction flickering in his navy blues.And no wonder.She’d hadn’t been able to hold back, blatantly vocalizing how much she wanted him inside her.
Now.
She was catching her breath when he leaned over her and kissed her mouth with the urgency she had been trying to coax from him.The kiss grew heated, almost frenzied, their tongues dancing, dueling, lips and teeth clashing.The way his hands roamed over her skin matched the fire in his kiss.
He snatched the condom, and she propped herself on her elbows to watch the show.He was glorious, his lean, square muscles slicked and gleaming in the pale light.Knowing she wasn’t the only one who’d broken a sweat pleased her immensely.
Her mouth watered as he sheathed himself.The fit was tight, like trying to insert a battering ram into a sleeve two sizes too small.“Is that going to work?”
“Pretty sure,” he snorted.“The plumbing’s all there, and as youmightrecall, it’s worked at least once before.”
“I meant the condom, not your … um, your—”
She didn’t have a chance to finish.He manhandled her, hauling her up so her head hit the pillows.Then he scaled her like a soldier doing some kind of military crawl, sinking their bodies into the mattress.Instinctively, she parted her legs, welcoming him, and he notched himself between them.His face was mere inches away, his eyes boring into hers, his breath moist and warm on her lips.
“Not my what?My cock?”The word rolled off his tongue, startling yet erotic.
She shook her head, then nodded.What had he asked her?The filthy way he’d said “cock” reverberated in her head, drowning out most everything else.
His fingers speared her hair, and he nudged her jaw with his nose.“Is that too dirty a word to say out loud?”He nipped at her skin.“It wasn’t too dirty that night when you told me how much you wanted it.”He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down softly.“Say it, angel.”His words washed over her in a sensual caress.
Shewaswet.Drenched.And not only with the remnants of her orgasm.Embarrassed by the arousal he stirred in her, she stalled.“Say what?”
He leveled her with a smoky-eyed stare.“Cock.”His voice rumbled low in his chest.Provocative.Riveting.So damn sinful.“Tell me you want my big cock sliding inside you, Ange, like you did six years ago.Christ, I nearly came when you said that.I’ve never forgotten it.”He bit her chin and soothed it with the tip of his tongue.
Had she been so utterly brazen that night?Yeah, she’d said all kinds of things that, in the light of day, could make a grizzled hockey player’s jaw drop.After he’d taken off, when he didn’t contact her again, she’d twisted herself up wondering if her carnal demands had chased him off.She’d shriveled inside with humiliation.
The memory soared with a vengeance.
“If you loved it so much, why did you leave and never come back?”
Chapter 14
Roosting Chickens
Thequestionwasasimple one, but it hit Sam like a check from a defenseman packing two hundred and thirty pounds.The hurt shimmering in her eyes inflicted a million tiny stab wounds inside him.
He slid his fingers from her hair and took one of her hands in his, kissing her palm.“Because I was an immature asshole.I wish I could blame it on something—anything—else, but that’s the truth.I don’t have another explanation.”How could he have been so blind?They could have been so much more to each other, but he’d killed it that night and never let it come up for air.They would never get that time back.
