Page 49 of Blame it on the Kiss
“Hang on.” With one giant sweep of her arms, she pushed all the clothes on her bed onto the floor.
He chuckled. “You’ll explain that to me later.”
“Maybe.” She would. He had a unique effect on her, making her a bundle of nerves but willing to share all her secrets at the same time. “Now where were we?”
Bryce cupped her face in his hands and his mouth fused with hers. The kiss started slow and sensual, like a story about to begin, and Honor almost pushed him away. There was no happily ever after for her. Nothing but tonight. But then his tongue slipped inside her mouth and all she could do was lose herself to the sensations his kiss breathed into every cell of her body.
With every exceptional sweep of his tongue, she trembled and craved more. She gave as good as she got, tasting, licking, sucking. One hand held his nape, the other the back of his head to keep him firmly in place.
He broke the kiss to pull her sweatshirt over her head. She tugged his shirt up and off. From the heated gaze he directed at her chest, the lacy pale yellow bra she’d worn in anticipation of this evening met with his approval.
“You’re so beautiful, Honor. So unbelievably sexy.”
She traced her fingers over his chest and down to the grooves of his sculpted abdomen. “So are you. You should go shirtless all the time.”
“I will if you will.” He cupped her breast and trailed the pad of his thumb over the swell. Her nipples hardened, she arched into his touch.
A split second later he dipped his head and took her into his mouth. Lost in a wave of pleasure as he sucked her through the thin material of her bra, she gripped his shoulders to keep upright.
Openmouthed kisses with his tongue and teeth moved from one breast to the other. His hands roamed up her back and with one flick of his fingers he had her bra unclasped.
“Damn,” he whispered, feasting on her without any barrier. The stubble on his face scraped her skin in the most delicious way. She wiggled out of the lingerie.
Sparks skittered over her exposed flesh as he palmed her aching breasts, kneaded her, took her nipples into his hot mouth, and lavished her with flicks of his tongue and insanely potent pressure from his lips.
“God you taste good,” he murmured. “Makes me wonder how good you’ll taste elsewhere.”
“You’d better find out,” she said, her voice strained with want. Need. Desire beyond her control.
His mouth slid south and his hands got busy pulling down her yoga pants. He eyed the panties that matched her bra. “I also know your favorite color is yellow,” he said.
She swallowed the lump in the back of her throat and nodded. “What’s yours?”
“Honor blue.” His voice, thick and raspy, she wasn’t sure she heard him right. “The color of your eyes. That incredible combination of blue and gray that renders me helpless and hopeful at the same time.”
So much adoration for this man crashed over her she thought she might drown.
“Hold on to me.” Without waiting for her to comply, he slid her panties off and buried his face between her legs.
The urgent need she sensed from him as his tongue swept over her made her knees buckle. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
Her ragged gasps filled the room. She clung to him like she’d die if he stopped. His lips and tongue worked in perfect sync. Every glide and flick better than the last. He devoured her like he couldn’t get enough.
Anticipation welled inside her, boiling to the point of pleasurable pain so magnificent she panted, sighed, and said, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His fingers found her curls and he brushed her most sensitive spot with the pad of his thumb. That in conjunction with his mouth sent her spiraling into the hottest, longest orgasm of her life. She shattered and called out his name.
He scooped her up, obviously aware that his oral skills had rendered her unable to stand on her own. She nuzzled his neck until he stopped at the foot of her bed and tossed her onto the mattress. Scrambling to her knees she reached for the button and zipper of his slacks.
“I’m going to lick and taste every inch of your naked body before the night is through,” he said, helping her shuck his pants.
“Okay,” she said breathless, “But first I need you inside me.” She sat back and watched him take off his boxer briefs. His erection, big, thick, and glorious, made her achy and wet for him all over again. She stared, unashamed. Turned on. Hot. He rolled on a condom and trapped her between the bed and his sexy body.
He lifted her arms above her head, laced their fingers together, and kissed her. His smooth, well-defined chest rubbed hers and his knee nudged her legs wider so she felt the hot press of his length at her center. He made love to her mouth, nibbling her bottom lip, teasing her tongue with his, caressing her lips with devastating tenderness and urgency.
“Look at me,” he whispered as he lifted his head.
She opened her eyes and he thrust inside her. Exquisite vibrations thrummed through her body, forcing the breath from her lungs. Bryce’s groan of pleasure filled her head. They didn’t take their eyes off each other as he drove into her, each robust slide of his hips claiming her. Possessing her. Rocking her world.
