Page 37 of Colors and Curves

“I’ve dreamed of you circling around me, just waiting to pounce. I was naked and couldn’t move… At your mercy. Does that sound tempting?” she murmurs into my ear with heated breaths.

I lower my mouth to her heaving chest. My tongue sweeps over her full breasts right above the edge of the sheet. Her nails dig into my back and I release a groan. My body flushes with heatwaves.

“Last one.” Her breathing quickens. “I also imagined you just like you are now. Shirtless, low-hanging jeans, and disheveled hair. But you’re better than any fantasy.”

“No more talking,” I mumble, my lips rendering her speechless.

Chapter 19

Skylar

His mouth is devouring mine, making my head spin. Finally, his hands start to roam my body. Gently, like he’s afraid to hurt me, but it’s enough to drive me freaking crazy. And all the while, he’s still hovering over me. I want his hard body flush against mine, but this damn sheet and his sexy jeans are preventing that from happening.

I tear my mouth away, missing his lips already. He looks at me with questioning eyes.

“I want your warm skin against mine,” I murmur, brushing my finger along his jawline. “Want to help me get out of this sheet?”

His eyes darken and his tight jaw ticks. He pushes off the floor, then maneuvers himself so he’s upright on his knees next to me. I raise my arms above my head, and arch my back. He finds the end of the sheet underneath and tugs gently.

Julius glances at my covered breasts, then at me. “Sky.” My name drips off his lips like honey, and I fall for him even more. “Are you sure?”

He’s going to strip me bare, and I realize this is both a physical and emotional act. I trust him wholeheartedly—and it’s a completely new sensation for me.

“Julius, I want this… I want you… more than anyone.”

And with one fell swoop, my chest is bare. The air is cool against my nipples, then he captures one in his warm, hungry mouth. I release a cry of pleasure, running my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to keep going. He nuzzles my sensitive breasts, then kisses upward till he reaches my mouth. I open up for him and seek his tongue greedily.

Suddenly he breaks the kiss and flashes me a devilish smirk. “There’s still more of you to discover.”

“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” I grasp the rug beneath me to control myself. My heart’s ready to jump out of my chest.

“I think you want me to,” he says playfully.

I moan in delight when his finger traces down the side of my left breast. His soft, needy lips tease the exposed skin along the way until he reaches another curve of the sheet around my hip.

I lift my hips so he can set the fabric free, leaving only my core covered. He slowly massages up my inner thigh to the remaining end of the loose sheet. He grips it in his hands and looks deep into my eyes, asking me silently for permission for the last time.

“Yes,” I whisper desperately. His eyes blaze with desire.

He tears the sheet away from me and tosses it to the side. My body quivers as a quick cool breeze filters over my skin. In seconds, our lips connect as I pull his slick, hard body onto mine. Our hands frantically explore each other, demanding more. When my fingers connect with his jeans, I fumble for the button to open them, but he pulls away and stands up quickly.

“It’ll be a lot easier and faster if I do it this way.”

I push up onto my elbows and watch with amazement. He’s beautiful—tight abs, flexed biceps working open his jeans, that treasure trail pointing to what awaits inside. This confidence to lie here naked in front of him in a bright room is unfamiliar to me, but I love it. The anticipation is killing me as he slowly unbuttons his jeans and pushes down the zipper. My mouth goes dry.

“Commando,” I observe. “Always full of surprises.”

He huffs a laugh. “Just as surprised as I was to see you had nothing on under that sheet. I wanted to rip it off as soon as I walked in the room. And then you let me unwrap you like a Christmas present.” The jeans are finally off, exposing his beautiful body. A delicious shudder pulses through me.

I pat the spot next to me on the rug. “Get down here, and let’s see what other fantasies we can make come true.”

“I like the view from up here. You’re absolutely the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

His feral eyes scan my body from head to toe. I feel the heat when they pause at various places and enjoy every second of his perusal. Finally, he gets down and stretches out on top of me, resting his weight between my legs, spreading them further apart. My body molds against his. Our eyes lock and we give ourselves to each other without saying another word. His mouth crashes onto mine and sparks of electricity shoot to my fingers and toes. I wrap my legs around his waist as he rubs sensuously against me. It’s been so long that I’m ready to come undone already.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers against my skin, inching down my body. An unashamed moan escapes me when his finger teases my most sensitive spot. “I want to go slow and savor everything, but I don’t know how long I can last.”

“Me neither.” My body rubs against him at its own will.

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