Page 10 of Kristoff

“A detour, huh.” He goes up on one elbow, pulling back as he studies me.

He doesn’t believe me any more than I could have expected. I fight a nearly overwhelming urge to squirm. I pretty much broke into his business and his home. I’m lucky he didn’t turn me in to the law. Out here, being arrested could mean anything, with consequences I don’t even want to think about.

“There’s a jaguar roaming the area.” I echo his own words from earlier. “I needed a safe place to spend the night.”

“Well you certainly found one.” His fingers come to play at my nipple. A callused pad on each side while another finger follows the curve of my breast.

I whimper involuntarily.

“So responsive,” he whispers.

Before I can answer, he lowers his head, closing his lips on the bud ever so gently. A kiss, then another as the bristles on his chin spark a shower of goose bumps across my body. He’s so tender, yet I can hardly breathe. Dragging in air pushes my breast into his mouth.

His tongue swirls around the sensitive spot, ending in a hard lick that drags my nipple along before releasing it to settle back.

I gasp, bucking as the caress goes all the way to my core. This man I hardly know has me mesmerized. Everything about him, his voice, his touch, even his scent is achingly familiar. He strikes a chord somewhere deep inside me, awakening a hidden need.

“Too much?” he asks, as if he’s trying to gauge my response.

“No,” I reply breathlessly.

His self-satisfied smile is evident even in the dark. But only for a moment. His thumb is brushing along the mound as he continues the caress.

My senses are so heightened, I can appreciate the texture of his wet tongue going over the aroused skin. I want more. No, I need more. With his weight still holding me down, I arch, offering him my breast. He doesn’t disappoint. The heat of his mouth comes down to cover the stiff peak.

He’s tasting, nipping, pressing under the hard tip, and his lips close around me. He sucks, gently, gently, then gives a hard pull.

Dear lord. My fingers dig into his shoulder blades as I cry out. He’s there, swallowing the sounds, taking the very breath from me with those bold strokes.

His cock is unbelievably hard. The thick shaft is outlined against my leg. My imagination may be playing tricks on me, but he feels huge. A memory fights through the fog of arousal. I held him in my hand earlier. Hard and hot and wanting more than the shell of my hand surrounding him.

He shifts, and I take a moment to try and draw in a breath. His fingers brush past my belly button, over the hair at the V of my legs. My hips buck as he goes over and dips into the juncture. He groans, slipping between the swollen lips to slide along my folds.

“This beautiful pussy is already wet and waiting for me.” His fingertips boldly continue their torture.

Each time I think he’s going to dive inside, he turns. It’s maddening. I should be embarrassed at just how easily he plays my body. “Like I’m the only one ready to go again?” I bite down on my lip before I say more.

His lips pull to one corner. “Hmm, of course not. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

I study his face, wondering how he could stay so calm.

“Didn’t you wonder why we’re naked?” he asks, his tone laced with amusement.

No, I didn’t. And right now I couldn’t care less. I like the feel of his skin against mine. The callused fingertips. The hair on his chest.

I draw up my knee, tilting my hips to give him better access.

He takes the invitation, settling between my legs. His lips are at the column of my neck while his hand squeezes my ass. I’m aware if every movement, every breath, every beat of his heart as the head of his cock touches my slick folds.

A tap. Another. He’s pushing through, stretching my tender skin.

“Ahh.” The unexpected sound escapes me.

“Hurting?” His voice is strained, but he pushes in another inch.

Clearly he isn’t changing his intent, even if I do. “Not enough to ask you to stop.”

“Thank fuck,” he says by my ear. His hand lands on my thigh, holding me in place as he slides deeper into me.