Page 95 of Frosting and Flames

He did say that, after all.My turn.A shiver of anticipation runs over me.

I bring my hands to my waist and pull my shirt up, glad when he takes over halfway to pull it over my head.

His gaze dips to my cleavage, all the more visible from the way my breathing has picked up, my chest rising and falling. His hands settle on my hips, traveling upward at a glacier’s pace, dragging up and up and up until he’s right at the bottom of my bra, his thumbs slowly slipping underneath.

“Goddamn, your skin is soft,” he murmurs, exploring along the undersides of my breasts, not quite where I need him. “I’m sorry my fingers are so rough.”

“No, I love them.”

He stills, appearing surprised.

I trace over his forearms, to his wrists, the back of his hands, and across his fingers. “When you’ve held my hand or touched me these past couple of weeks, I loved how rough your callouses are. How it makes my belly flip with how good it feels. Even better with the way you’re touching me now.”

We’ve somehow both moved even closer, him at the edge of the bed and me kneeling up to meet him, our faces nearly touching. I shift the last bit of distance and kiss him, swallowinghis groan as his hands make quick work of my bra, unhooking and pulling it off to cup me. His thumbs drag over my nipples, over and over until they’re hard buds. It’s so deliciously rough against my sensitive skin, I’m panting, kissing him with mindless need.

He lays me down on the bed and twists over me, his face at my chest. He sweeps the flat of his tongue over my nipple and I buck under him, moaning.

He grins, all male satisfaction as he does it again, relief and want warring within me. He continues, his licks and sucks and nips turning me on more and more until I’m squirming beneath him.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmurs against my overheated skin, lapping at me. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.” His voice is filled with reverence, his touch greedy but giving as he shapes my breast.

I run a hand through the silky strands of his hair. I’m the lucky one. I only wish it hadn’t taken us forever to get here.

He groans, moving to my other breast. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“You have me,” I whisper, then realize what he must have meant. Shit. “I don’t have any condoms.” I’d thrown everything out when Kyle left, sure I’d never need them again.

He looks up at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and filled with lust. “What?” His gaze clears after a moment. “No, I want to go down on you.”

My stomach drops. “You don’t have to just because I—”

“I want to.”

I swallow hard at the earnestness on his face. Still, I didn’t mean to make him feel obligated. I gave him that blowjob because I wanted to, not as a quid pro quo situation.

“I know guys don’t really like doing that,” I hedge. My college boyfriend hadn’t. And neither had Kyle.

He moves so we’re at eye level and gently strokes a thumb over my cheek. “Then you’ve been with the wrong guys. Because I promise you there’s nothing I want to do more than eat you out.”

I nod dumbly, butterflies releasing all throughout my belly. They travel through my limbs, making me tingle with anticipation.

Oh my God, I can’t believe he said that. It’s him telling me I’m sexy when I come all over again.

He kisses me deeply, our bodies twining around one another as the kiss grows out of control, and when he moves down my body with a confidence I’m nowhere near feeling myself, I release a shaky breath.

He’s focused and sure as he removes my jeans and panties until I’m fully nude for him. I itch to cover myself, a part of me hating being so exposed, but as his gaze sweeps over me, he somehow conveys even without words how much he wants this.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, those rough fingers settling on my thighs. “So sexy.” He parts my legs so I’m open to him, but makes no move to go further. His gaze lingers on me, warm and steady, almost like he’s trying to memorize this moment, a quiet awe surrounding him.

I can’t believe I inspire that kind of reaction. That this means that much to him. ThatImean that much to him. Almost as if he…

No, we’re not at that point yet. There’s no way he… It hasn’t been long enough, right? We haven’t even talked about being anything official.

Even so, a rush of desire sweeps through me, wanting him so badly. The way he’s watching me, like I’m the only thing worth looking at… Damn, I wish I hadn’t gotten rid of those condoms. I want to feel him hard and hot between my—

Oh my God, no. I want his tongue. His tongue that’s now licking me with a fervor that has me crying out.

He slides his shoulders under my thighs, opening me further to him. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he mumbles before going in again, his tongue slick and warm and filling me with sensations I swear I’ve never experienced.

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