Page 173 of Love in Riverbend
The relief is instantaneous. “You don’t want to break up?”
“No. Why the hell would I want that?”
I remember what he said about me being bold. Keeping my gaze focused on him, I do what he did to me, unbuttoning his shirt. With each button, I kiss his hard chest. Fine auburn hair tickles my lips as I move lower. Button. Kiss. Button. Lick.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I stop to tease his nipples, licking and nipping.
“Jesus, Devan.”
Smiling, I look up through veiled lashes. “You told me to be bold. I never have, but I like it.” I reach for the buckle of his belt.
Justin shakes his head. “I like you bold, but, baby, tonight, I’m in charge.”
Something within me tightens, my core twists, and I’m hyperaware of everything.
The aroma of his cologne.
The hum of the air conditioner.
Justin’s radiating warmth.
The deep timbre of his voice. “Up on the bed. Take off your sandals.”
Doing as he said, I bend down and slip my feet from the sandals. Next, I scoot to the headboard where I watch him kick off his shoes, unfasten his belt, and remove his blue jeans.
Lord almighty.
Justin isn’t going commando, but what he has under his boxer briefs is hardly hidden.
“Um,” I say, my focus on his erection.
With a grin, he climbs onto the bed and before I know it, tugs my ankles until I’m staring up at the ceiling.
“What?”
The sensation of his lips on my inner thighs is like the zap of electricity. No, lightning in a summer sky. I try to move, but his fierce grip of my knees has them spread apart, exposing my core.
“Justin.”
“I’m not pushing,” he says, his kisses going higher.
My left inner thigh.
My right inner thigh.
My thoughts scramble as his mouth attacks my core with the same voracity as when he hungrily kissed my lips. Grasping for the sheets, I hope they will keep me earthbound because I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Each lick, suck, and nip winds my insides tighter. While he has one hand on my stomach, holding me in place, it is as if his touch is everywhere. He hasn’t touched my breasts, yet my nipples are painfully hard.
I arch my back as he sucks my clit.
“Please,” I pant.
More kisses to my thighs.
“Do you want me to stop?”
