Page 60 of Cursed
She felt shy as his gaze drank her in. Shy as Linette would have felt.
“You are so … so beautiful,” he breathed. His hand moved to touch her, stroking tenderly across her collarbone, then moving slowly, slowly downward, grazing the tops of her breasts before tracing their fullness.
He skirted her nipples, and she ached to feel the pressure of his thumbs and fingers squeezing there. When his hand slid lower to run over her ribs, she made a small sound of protest.
But he kept going, tracing a circle around her navel before sliding his fingers into the triangle of hair at the top of her legs.
Again, she wanted him to go farther, to dip his fingers into the hot, swollen folds of her sex. But he rolled away from her and stood up.
“Come back,” she pleaded, holding out her arms to him.
“In a minute.” He walked to the door, closed it and snapped the lock, and she realized she had forgotten all about making sure they had privacy. Then he strode back to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head before opening his belt buckle. When he reached the side of the bed, he unzipped the jeans, slicking them down his legs along with his underwear.
He stood over her, and as he had a few minutes earlier, she feasted her eyes on him—enjoying his wonderful, hard-muscled body, his broad chest covered with dark hair, his narrow waist and flat belly. Her gaze inevitably dropped lower, focusing on the erection that stood out from his body, proud and thick.
“You are so sexy looking,” she whispered.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
When she realized she was still wearing the robe, she shrugged out of it, tossing it to the end of the bed.
They were both naked when he came down beside her, and her breath caught as she absorbed the wonderful sensation of his skin touching her and the feel of his penis pressing against her leg.
He gathered her to him, rocking with her, his hand stroking over her back and lower to caress the curve of her bottom.
“Your skin is like silk,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up again, then stroking the underside of her breasts.
“I need … that. More of that,” she gasped out, taking his hands and pressing them against her nipples.
His eyes riveted to his hands cupping over her breasts.
“I need it too,” he answered, taking the engorged tips between her fingertips and squeezing them gently. “Does that feel good?”
“God, yes. I want everything you’re willing to give me.”
She had denied herself this pleasure for so long. No man had touched her body with sexual intent in years. Now all the needs she had told herself were dead forever surged up to overwhelm her.
When he tugged at her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, she sobbed out her pleasure. And when his mouth replaced one of his hands, sucking one hardened bud into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue and teeth, she went frantic, cupping the back of his head in her hands as she pressed her lower body against his. The sudden burst of feelings was too much for her to contain. Need spiraled out of control. She should have been prepared. But orgasm took her by surprise, rocketing through her like a shooting star flashing to earth, and she cried out with the strength of her release.
For long moments she could do nothing more than allow the storm to rage through her body.
When she could speak again, she whispered, “I’m … sorry,” as she pressed her face against his shoulder.
He stroked her shoulder, kissed her hair, then tipped her face up so that she had to meet his questioning gaze.
“For what?”
“For … jumping the gun,” she managed.
He laughed. “I think there’s more where that came from.”
She started to say that there probably wasn’t more. But when his finger stroked lightly over her still sensitive breast, she gasped.
“Oh!”
“Yes. Much more, I think.”
He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her as though they were just getting started. And as his mouth moved over hers and his hands teased and tantalized, she felt him building her arousal all over again.
