Page 31 of Let Go My Gargoyle
He traced his finger along her hairline and down to her chin, and then pressed it against her lips. “I’m glad you’ve now come to a consensus.”
She wanted to ask what would happen next. Was this another one-night stand? Would he leave again? Did they need to establish any sort of ground rules before proceeding?
“You’re overthinking this,” he murmured against her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
She clutched at his shirt as her knees buckled and a delicious shiver curled through her body. “Yes,” she said, her voice breathless, “I really am.”
“Let me see if I can help curb that problem.”
He kissed her neck and then nibbled his way across her cheek until he reached her lips. He threaded his hand in her hair, canted his head, and kissed her until she damn near forgot how to breathe.
No, she was most certainly not overthinking now. In fact, her brain had ceased to work entirely.
But her reflexes still understood how to bunch his shirt into her hands and tug it over his head. They knew how to scrape her nails down his torso, her fingers catching on each and every one of those sharply defined muscles.
She liked the way he sucked in a breath and groaned.
He twisted around and pressed her back against the wall, anchoring her there with his hips. She could feel the bulge behind his zipper and rotated her pelvis, trying to adjust her stance so that it rubbed against her most sensitive area.
He groaned again and slid his hands down her body until he cupped her ass and then lifted her, spreading her legs at the same time, and then he rubbed against her again, his erection situated exactly where it felt best.
Although it would feel a hell of a lot better if there weren’t any clothes between them. She wiggled and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He thrust, mimicking sex.
Do that again.
He did.
Oh gods, had she said that out loud?
She crossed her ankles behind his back, and then he caught the hem of her shirt and shoved it up and over her head. Staring down at her heaving breasts, he held them through her bra and thrummed the hardened nipples with his thumb.
And thrust again.
She let her head fall back against the wall. If he kept that up, she was going to orgasm without even fully undressing.
“I think we need to get rid of these,” he said, slowly lowering her legs to the floor and then fiddling with the button on her pants.
She pushed his hands away and expertly flicked open the clasp on her capris. “You do yours, I’ll do mine,” she suggested because that was the quickest way to get them both naked.
When he was down to a pair of gray boxer briefs and she stood there in a bra and satin panties, she nodded at the outline of his erection. “Might as well go all the way.”
“I like the way you think.” He shoved his boxers down his legs, slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and tugged them down too, dropping to his knees as he did it.
He kneaded her ass cheeks and pressed kisses to her thighs, her hipbones, her belly, until her legs were visibly quaking and her hands were flat against the wall, helping to keep her in a standing position.
Sliding his hand up the inside of her legs, he exerted the smallest amount of pressure on the inside of her thigh, and she shifted her feet apart, as wide as she could without tipping over.
His head at waist level, he glanced up, gave her a saucy grin and a wink. She offered a wobbly smile in return and watched as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her pelvic bone, just above where her nerve endings were currently congregated and eager for him to move a tad lower.
“Yes,” she said on a gasp as he licked her seam. “Oh yes, please, yes.”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, his mouth on her clit, the vibrations roaring through her entire body.
She reached down and grasped his hair, holding his head in place. “Don’t stop.” The impending orgasm curled tighter and tighter inside her. A cry tore from her lips as her body felt as though it were lighting up like a firework, except instead of dissipating and falling back to earth, it just kept exploding, over and over until she was wrung out and limp. She gently pushed his head away so that she could sink to the floor in front of him.
He continued to kneel there, watching her, his stubble glistening from her arousal. “Magic lips,” she murmured, pressing a finger against them.
He kissed the appendage and then chuckled. “Come here. I’m not done with you yet.”
