Page 122 of Absolution

Thirty-Two

Kerry

I feel like I’ll faint when he cups his hand around the back of my head and pulls me to him. His breath is hot on my lips as he hovers near without closing the distance. I groan and lean in, pressing my lips against his, opening my mouth fully to his exploring tongue.

“Oh God, Kerry,” he moans, the sound rumbling through his chest. “What do you want?”

I sit with my body twisted awkwardly and, breaking the kiss, I shuffle around until I straddle his lap. He looks up at me, searchingly, questioningly and when I sink down, pushing the apex of my thighs against his rock-hard bulge, his eyes roll back. I smile. I can give him pleasure. I want to give him pleasure.

“I want you to sit absolutely still.” Giving this man any kind of order is terrifying, but I have to try this.

Christian’s eyes flash dark and dangerous, making my stomach lurch. What am I doing? I’m already hot and needy. He has to feel how electrified my pussy is, tingling desperately for him to touch me, to fill me. I rock my hips, making him gasp. Glancing over his shoulder, toward the dark entrance to the corridor to the bedrooms, I make sure we’re alone, then I lean back and undo the first button on his dark gray shirt.

“You’re walking a dangerous path,” he whispers.

“Oh yeah?” I lean in and kiss the little patch of warm skin that I’ve freed, right below his Adam’s apple. It moves as he swallows. I savor the warm scent of sandalwood with a hint of leather as I flick open the next button, and the next, pushing the shirt aside, widening the gap. His chest hair rasps delicately against my chin as I move my lips down the sliver of bared, caramel colored skin.

“Oh yes,” groans Christian. “You’re a breath away from me ripping your panties apart and taking you right here and now.”

“Restrain yourself. You’re such a caveman.”

He grips my chin and tilts my head up, catching my eyes. “Caveman? Really?”

I grind my very damp pussy against his cock, making him exhale on a shudder. “Yeah. Pull your woman to the bed by her hair-caveman.”

He scoffs. “I’ll indulge you. A little while.”

A thrill runs through me at the hint of a threat. The right kind of threat. I want him. I want him when he takes, and when he gives. I want him so fucking much to push me down and ravage me, but I want to know, just once, that he’ll really see me, and hear me. That he’ll respect my wishes.

I undo the rest of the buttons, freeing his chest and his amazing six-pack of a stomach. I poke him, then I trail the ridges with the tip of my index finger, down to the waistband of his pants. “You’ve done some serious working out.”

Christian rocks up his hips, pushing against me. “I’ve been frustrated,” he mutters.

Opening the clasp to the belt, I then pull it off him, loop after loop, slowly gathering more and more around my fist. When it’s free I wiggle it in front of him as I raise an eyebrow.

“You want it?” he asks.

“I was thinking I’d try it on you.”

He barks out a loud laugh. “I’d flip you over in a second, love. I’d like to see you try.”

I purse my lips, then I drop it on the floor. “Guess not,” I mutter.

“Good girl.”

I stick my tongue out at him and in a flash, he grabs my head and pulls me to him, claiming my mouth. Moaning, I push at his chest. “I’m not done,” I mumble into his mouth.

Letting me go, he then puts his hands behind his neck. “All right. Give me what you’ve got.”

Sliding out of his lap, I hold his gaze as I unzip his pants, and stroke the hot hard length through the fabric of his briefs.

He moans, a low almost-growl that shoots straight between my legs. Then I stop abruptly. “Cecilia. I… don’t want her sneaking up on us.”

Christian groans, then he stands. “Hold that exact thought.” Darting up the few stairs to the corridor at the far end of the room, he soon comes back with a little device he fiddles with and then places out of sight behind the back of the chair. “Baby monitor. No sneaking now.” He plops down in the chair again. “Now, where were we?”

“Oh you clever boy.”

Grinning, he nods toward his crotch and I’m more than happy to oblige. I kiss along the trail of hair that disappears under his briefs, then I begin to pull them down, a little at a time, as I hold his gaze.

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