Come Away with Me
Page 32
He growls. “No, my bed.” We’re moving up the stairs. “I’m getting you naked and plan to spend about a week in bed with you.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I have clients on Monday.”
“Okay, but today and tomorrow you’re all mine.”
“Yours?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Mine.” He repeats and stands me gently at the side of his bed. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re not wearing any underwear.”
I grin. “Nope.”
“This whole time, you’ve been sitting six inches from me with no fucking underwear?”
“Yep.” I laugh and start unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes watch mine intently and I pop the buttons, one by one. I push the shirt over his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor.
Next I push my finger between the elastic of his boxers and his skin, the way I did the other night when he stopped me. His eyes flash with need, and he makes no move to stop me this time. I smile and run my tongue along my lower lip. I glide my fingers along his stomach to his fly and open his jeans. I pull the soft denim and grey boxers slowly over his lean hips and down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside.
“There, you’ve caught up to me,” I murmur and gaze back up into his heated blue eyes.
He doesn’t touch me, which is making me mad with longing. I want those skilled hands on me!
“I love it when you look at me like that,” he murmurs and moves toward me. I back up, the backs of my legs meeting the edge of the bed.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Your beautiful green eyes are looking at me like you just can’t wait until I touch you.”
“I can’t.”
“Lay back on the bed, baby.”
I do as he asks, and gaze up at him, enjoying the view that is Luke. All of the blood in my body has pooled between my legs and I’m panting. All without him actually touching me.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, surprised that I spoke the words aloud.
He grins and climbs onto the bed, straddles my legs, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders. He’s still not actually touching me. He lowers his head and sweeps his lips across mine; once, then twice.
“I’m seducing you.”
“You’re good at it.” He smiles against my lips. I grasp his hips but he pulls back, out of my reach.
“Hey!”
“Grab onto the headboard.”
“I want to touch you.”
He lightly kisses me again. “Trust me, baby. Hold onto the headboard.”
I reach above me and grab onto the white wooden headboard.
“Keep your hands there, okay?”
“Okay.”
He smiles and kisses my lips once more, then my chin. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck. He takes advantage and licks all the way down to my collar bone.
Oh my.
He lowers his body down onto mine as he moves down my body. He clasps one breast in his hand, worrying my sensitive nipple between his fingers while he sucks the other one in his mouth, and it’s a direct hit to my groin.
“Oh shit,” I bow up off the bed, my body zinging in sensation. He blows softly on the nipple, and moves to the other one to pay the same respects.
“So beautiful,” he mutters against my breast. “I love your breasts. You fill my hands perfectly.”
“Can I move my hands now?” I breathe.
“No way. Keep them where they are.”
“I want to touch you.”
“You will, but don’t move yet.”
I groan in frustration and he starts kissing down my torso again. He laves my belly piercing with his tongue. “This is so hot.”
“I was thinking about taking it out.”
“Please don’t, I love it.”
“Okay,” I say shyly.
He grins and moves further down, his hands running down my sides to my hips. Suddenly he grips the insides of my thighs and pushes them wide apart.
He rubs his nose over the tattoo on my pubis and moans.
“Who did you have to forgive, baby?”
I gasp and stare down at him with wide eyes. His eyes meet mine and I’m mortified to feel tears prick at the back of my eyelids.
“Myself.” I whisper.
“Oh baby.” He kisses my tattoo sweetly, his fingers moving up my inner thighs to my center. He runs one finger down my cleft, from my clitoris to my anus and I cry out.
“Argh!” Ohmygod!
“Honey, you are so wet.” His tongue follows his finger and my hips convulse. He holds my thighs firmly against the bed, spread wide open for him.
“So sweet.” He runs that glorious tongue back up to my lips and then presses it inside me, kissing me intimately as if he were kissing my face, his nose pressed against my clitoris.
“Holy shit!” I cry and feel him smile against me. His hands move around to cup my ass and lift me and he presses his face into me further, and he’s taking no prisoners. He rubs his nose back and forth over my clitoris as his tongue moves around and around inside me and I am almost afraid of my orgasm. I come fast and hard, pulling myself with my hands still clenched on the headboard off the bed, calling out Luke’s name, or I think that’s what I’m saying anyway.
I may be speaking in tongues.
He continues the sweet torture until the last tremble moves through me then he kisses his way up my body, stopping to pay special attention to each breast, and finally laying over me, resting his pelvis on mine, his elbows on each side of my shoulders. His hard shaft is lying against my very wet center and when I roll my hips to wrap my legs around him I feel it slide up and down.
I can’t help but laugh. “I have clients on Monday.”
“Okay, but today and tomorrow you’re all mine.”
“Yours?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Mine.” He repeats and stands me gently at the side of his bed. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re not wearing any underwear.”
I grin. “Nope.”
“This whole time, you’ve been sitting six inches from me with no fucking underwear?”
“Yep.” I laugh and start unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes watch mine intently and I pop the buttons, one by one. I push the shirt over his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor.
Next I push my finger between the elastic of his boxers and his skin, the way I did the other night when he stopped me. His eyes flash with need, and he makes no move to stop me this time. I smile and run my tongue along my lower lip. I glide my fingers along his stomach to his fly and open his jeans. I pull the soft denim and grey boxers slowly over his lean hips and down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside.
“There, you’ve caught up to me,” I murmur and gaze back up into his heated blue eyes.
He doesn’t touch me, which is making me mad with longing. I want those skilled hands on me!
“I love it when you look at me like that,” he murmurs and moves toward me. I back up, the backs of my legs meeting the edge of the bed.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Your beautiful green eyes are looking at me like you just can’t wait until I touch you.”
“I can’t.”
“Lay back on the bed, baby.”
I do as he asks, and gaze up at him, enjoying the view that is Luke. All of the blood in my body has pooled between my legs and I’m panting. All without him actually touching me.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, surprised that I spoke the words aloud.
He grins and climbs onto the bed, straddles my legs, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders. He’s still not actually touching me. He lowers his head and sweeps his lips across mine; once, then twice.
“I’m seducing you.”
“You’re good at it.” He smiles against my lips. I grasp his hips but he pulls back, out of my reach.
“Hey!”
“Grab onto the headboard.”
“I want to touch you.”
He lightly kisses me again. “Trust me, baby. Hold onto the headboard.”
I reach above me and grab onto the white wooden headboard.
“Keep your hands there, okay?”
“Okay.”
He smiles and kisses my lips once more, then my chin. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, giving him access to my neck. He takes advantage and licks all the way down to my collar bone.
Oh my.
He lowers his body down onto mine as he moves down my body. He clasps one breast in his hand, worrying my sensitive nipple between his fingers while he sucks the other one in his mouth, and it’s a direct hit to my groin.
“Oh shit,” I bow up off the bed, my body zinging in sensation. He blows softly on the nipple, and moves to the other one to pay the same respects.
“So beautiful,” he mutters against my breast. “I love your breasts. You fill my hands perfectly.”
“Can I move my hands now?” I breathe.
“No way. Keep them where they are.”
“I want to touch you.”
“You will, but don’t move yet.”
I groan in frustration and he starts kissing down my torso again. He laves my belly piercing with his tongue. “This is so hot.”
“I was thinking about taking it out.”
“Please don’t, I love it.”
“Okay,” I say shyly.
He grins and moves further down, his hands running down my sides to my hips. Suddenly he grips the insides of my thighs and pushes them wide apart.
He rubs his nose over the tattoo on my pubis and moans.
“Who did you have to forgive, baby?”
I gasp and stare down at him with wide eyes. His eyes meet mine and I’m mortified to feel tears prick at the back of my eyelids.
“Myself.” I whisper.
“Oh baby.” He kisses my tattoo sweetly, his fingers moving up my inner thighs to my center. He runs one finger down my cleft, from my clitoris to my anus and I cry out.
“Argh!” Ohmygod!
“Honey, you are so wet.” His tongue follows his finger and my hips convulse. He holds my thighs firmly against the bed, spread wide open for him.
“So sweet.” He runs that glorious tongue back up to my lips and then presses it inside me, kissing me intimately as if he were kissing my face, his nose pressed against my clitoris.
“Holy shit!” I cry and feel him smile against me. His hands move around to cup my ass and lift me and he presses his face into me further, and he’s taking no prisoners. He rubs his nose back and forth over my clitoris as his tongue moves around and around inside me and I am almost afraid of my orgasm. I come fast and hard, pulling myself with my hands still clenched on the headboard off the bed, calling out Luke’s name, or I think that’s what I’m saying anyway.
I may be speaking in tongues.
He continues the sweet torture until the last tremble moves through me then he kisses his way up my body, stopping to pay special attention to each breast, and finally laying over me, resting his pelvis on mine, his elbows on each side of my shoulders. His hard shaft is lying against my very wet center and when I roll my hips to wrap my legs around him I feel it slide up and down.
