Page 43 of Canvas of Lies
“Trying to find the back to my stupid earring. This is the third one I’ve lost and it was the last of the replacement pack.”
She didn’t bother to glance at me, not until the silence stretched as a series of progressively dirtier fantasies paraded through my head. When she pulled her arm out from beneath the dresser to look over her shoulder, I was still at the doorway, staring at her with a burning intensity that she read immediately in my expression.
Kat licked her lips and looked at me in question.
“You have an absolutely magnificent ass,” I said softly.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Well. Thank you?”
“I think this floor would be a little rough on your knees, though.”
Understanding swept over her features, darkening the blue of her eyes as her pupils went wide. She let her gaze travel over me across the room. It lingered where I’d unfastened the top two buttons of my shirt, trailing heat over my skin.
“Fortunately, I have this nice big bed here at our disposal,” she replied.
As I approached, she sat back on her heels and I held out a hand to help her up. As soon as she was on her feet, I kissed her, glorying in the way she welcomed me, opened for me, the way she clung to me like I was an anchor in the storm raging around and between us.
With one hand tunneled through her hair, I let the other slip under her skirt, skating over her hip to cup her ass, kneading lightly as I pressed her against my body. Her hands were busy unbuttoning my shirt, then sliding across my chest as she shoved the sides apart.
Kat had just managed to unbuckle my belt before she twirled and presented me with the zipper of her dress. Slowly, so slowly that she wriggled impatiently against my fingers, I drew it down, caressing each revealed inch of skin with my lips. Each shiver sparked a path along my own as well.
I pushed the straps over her shoulders, realizing she wasn’t wearing a bra. As I watched the dress pool at her feet, I couldn’t hold back a groan.
“I want you,” I whispered. “From behind, just like this. What do you say?”
Kat nodded, dropping her head back against my chest when my hands slid around to cup her breasts. Over those few days at the cabin, I’d learned just how much pressure made her gasp, how much made her moan, and I used that knowledge untilshe writhed against me, her satin-clad backside shifting restlessly back and forth against my jeans.
Hooking my thumbs into those sinful panties, I slipped them down over her hips, then guided her forward until she knelt at the edge of the bed. I grabbed a condom from my pocket before dispensing with my clothes, then trailed my lips from one softly rounded shoulder to the other while my palms coasted up the backs of her thighs, smoothing over the soft curve of her ass.
When she dropped forward onto her hands, I made a hoarse sound of appreciation.
“So lovely,” I murmured. “So fucking perfect.”
With one hand, I stroked my fingers between her legs, finding her more than ready for me, impossibly hot and slick. After a few teasing brushes of my fingertips, I sank two fingers into that welcoming heat, curling them against her inner walls until she moaned. I let my other hand roam up the long muscles of her back before returning to her ass, squeezing gently while I continued to thrust slowly with my other hand.
“I’ve never seen anything quite so erotic,” I told her. My voice came out in a low rumble that sent a visible shiver through her.
“Jesus, Nico. Enough talk,” she gasped, wiggling as though to prod me into action.
It worked. I withdrew my fingers and immediately plunged deep, holding her steady, her ass flush against my hips. A guttural cry was my reward, but she tried to shift, to encourage me to thrust again, and I clucked my tongue.
“Oh no, I want you to keep perfectly still,” I instructed, tightening the fingers of one hand around her hip as the other glided across her skin.
With a breathless laugh, she shook her head. “I don’t know if I can.”
I grinned, though she couldn’t see it, and ran my free hand up her spine. “Lean down for me.”
Once she’d done as I asked, folding her forearms under her cheek and resting her chest against the mattress, I drew back and returned with a hard thrust that made her moan. Using both hands, I stroked over her heated skin, tracing lazy shapes across her back and bottom before returning to her hips, then I drove home once more.
The sequence repeated again and again, until Kat was trembling and breathless before me. After another deep, hard stroke, she gasped, “Not. Enough. It’s not enough. Please.”
Though I stayed buried within her, I slid my hands up her sides, lifting her torso until her back was pressed against my chest. I let my thumbs sweep across her nipples, then locked one arm low across her hips and reached down to stroke idly through the damp curls between her legs.
“Is that better?”
My voice was hoarse, tickling her ear as I teased her sensitive flesh. When her pelvis rocked against my hand, my restraining arm tightened. She growled in annoyance and I bit back a laugh.
“Oh no, stay right here with me. I want to feel you around me, every ripple. You’re going to come for me, Kitten, just like this.”
