“Chris . . .”
He leans down and kisses me. Softly . . . tenderly.
Perfectly.
Chapter 12
He pulls back, and his eyes search mine as if waiting for approval. His lips take mine again, only this time I can’t help myself. I kiss him back. My tongue gently curling around his, my hand sliding up over his strong shoulders.
We kiss again and again, and he rolls me onto my back and wraps my leg around his waist. His body leans half over mine, and I can feel the large erection in his boxers as it grows against my thigh.
Oh . . .
He’s so muscular and big and . . . frigging hell, I’ve never been with a man like this.
Our kisses get deeper and more heated, inferno hot, and we lose control.
He pulls my leg up aggressively; my knee is now near his chest as his lips drop to my neck.
He bites me and trails his lips over my skin, his erection rubbing on my panties. Holy fucking hell . . .
His teeth gently tug at my bottom lip, and I feel it deep in my sex.
Yes.
He rolls over so that he’s on top of me, his body cradled between my legs, and he begins to slowly slide up and down over my sweet spot as we kiss.
My legs wrap around his waist, an unstoppable force building between us. An atomic bomb, waiting to explode. I need this.
Fuck, I need this.
I grab the waistband of his boxers and slide them down. His large cock springs free, and then I remember.
Oh no.
It’s that time of the month . . . what the hell? This is the worst timing ever!
“Shit,” I mutter.
“It’s all right,” he murmurs against my lips as he kisses me. He hasn’t forgotten at all.
Why did I take his boxers off if I can’t do anything?
You idiot.
He pulls my pajama top off over my head and smiles as he looks down at my breasts. He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed in ecstasy. “Yes,” he whispers. His hands roam up and down my body as if he doesn’t know where to touch me first, his hips gently pumping by themselves.
My heart is in my throat as I watch. Seeing him like this is a new level of excitement. He’s so lost in the moment, so aroused that I swear I could come just by watching him. Let alone how good he feels.
He grabs the waistband of my pajamas and goes to pull them down.
“Chris,” I whisper. “We’re not.”
“Relax, baby. We’re just playing around,” he murmurs against my lips. He continues to slide my boxers down and takes them off.
Okay . . . what the hell?
We’re both naked. This is a dangerous kind of playing around.
Don’t go there.
We kiss, and he rubs his fingertips through my pubic hair. “Hmm.” He whispers softly, “You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this.” As we kiss, he circles his fingers over my clitoris in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
Oh no.
“Making you come is all I’ve thought about for months,” he whispers. “You have no idea how much your body turns me on.”
Arousal instantly builds deep inside me.
His fingers are just the right pressure, and my mouth falls open.
Oh . . . oh . . . how does he know the exact spot? It’s like he has a map. My head plunges back. He does that too well.