Page 15 of He Saved My Boy
“Okay.” He grins so sexily that my core clenches at just the thought of those sexy lips on me. “As much as I think this is a beautiful dress…” He reaches for the hem of the skirt. “It’s gotta go.”
Emboldened by the way he makes me feel, I reach for the hem and help him take it over my head. When I realize I’m in nothing but my bra and undies, I look to his jeans. “But those gotta go, too.”
He lets out a low breath. “Oh, trust me, they’ll be gone. But I want to taste you properly first. You threw down a challenge, and I’m dying to see if I can rise to your expectations.”
“Okay, then, what do you have in mind?”
Leaning in, he kisses me once more. But instead of laying me back on the bed like I expect, he jumps up and rushes to his suitcase.
“Where the heck are you going?” I ask to his back.
“You’ll see,” he says as he unzips something and turns to face me.
“Are you thirsty?” he asks, reaching for a glass and fills it with ice before adding a fresh can of Coke.
Seriously? That’s what he thinks I want right now?
“Uh, not really.”
Taking a large gulp of Coke, he refills the glass as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, then asks, “You sure?” He reaches for something in his suitcase, but before I can see what it is, he turns and walks toward me with one hand behind his back and stuffs it into his pocket.
Walksis an inept description.
This sexy man stalks to me as if he’s on the hunt, and I’m his eager prey. There’s nothing scary about him; rather his gait is strong and expression sensual as he reaches for my face. Leaning in, his cool lips reach mine, and I can feel the effects of the ice in his mouth as he greedily kisses me. “Hmmmm, you taste amazing.” Pulling back, he reaches for my hand to help me stand. “Let’s scooch you back on the bed and get you comfortable. I plan on taking my time with you, and I want to make use of this king-sized bed.”
Turning, I find myself crawling up the bed in excitement. Once I reach the pillows, I return to face him, getting comfortable as he requested. My body’s filled with need, and my core clenches as I look to see him watching me with desire written all over his face. “You see something you like?” I tease.
“Oh, Teagan.” His voice is low and filled with want. “There isn’t one thing I haven’t liked about you so far.”
The bed dips as his knee presses into the mattress, and I feel him crawl up my body. When he gets to my thigh, he stops to lick his tongue up my inner leg to my underwear. But instead of going directly for the mark he’s promised, he skips over my clothing and kisses up my stomach to my ribs.
I’m ticklish, but the sensations he brings are more than that. Pulses of electrical currents flow from my core, up my spine, and down my legs. Reaching between my breast, he unclasps my bra and lets it fall open, exposing me to him.
Needing to touch him, I run my fingers along the base of his neck and let that prickly sensation wash over me. I’ve missed running my hands through a man’s hair as he devours my body. Davis’s hair is short and tight on the sides and tapers to being long at the top. Just the perfect amount to grab on to, in my opinion.
With his mouth playing with my pert nipples, his fingertips run along my inner thigh, touching me everywhere, but where I want it most. “Davis,” I groan in protest when he skips over my core and sweeps down my thigh again.
Pulling back, he stares at me for a long moment, while his hands continue their lazy perusal. His stare is so intent, I’m not sure what to make of it. Has he changed his mind? I’d never want him to do something he doesn’t want. “If you’ve—” I start, but he puts a finger over my lips to stop me from saying more.
“Get out of your head.” He waits until I relax once again before adding, “I have an idea…”
He looks… is that unsure? No, it can’t be. When I can’t take it any longer, I ask, “What is it?”
Grinning, he leans in for a quick kiss before he hovers over me once more. “I have a way that would ensure you’re only focusing on the sensations you feel, rather than getting stuck in your head.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a navy necktie.
“You want to tie me up?” I ask in disbelief, yet aroused at the thought.
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “Someday—sure. If you’re into that. But today, I’d like to use it as a blindfold. I’ve read that when one sensory input is cut off, others intensify. I thought we could use this to make sure I keep you out of your head.”
I just stare as I take in his words.
“If you’re not into this, that’s fine. I thought I’d try something new for me, too.”
This is new for him?
The fact that he’s going to such great lengths to make sure my needs are met is both enduring and more than a turn-on. Nodding, I agree, and my body sizzles in anticipation of being blindfolded. I’ve read books about this—but have never experienced it. Wanting to try new things with Davis, I lean forward and urge, “Let’s do this.”
As soon as the tie is secure, and all I can see is blackness, there’s a buzz in the air as I wonder what he’ll do first. I feel the bed dip as he repositions himself to kiss me tenderly on the lips. “For this to work, you’ll need to talk to me, Teagan.”
