Page 42 of Just One Bite
I lean over her and move lower, lifting her shirt higher. “Yes, ma’am.”
Testing a patch of skin by her hips, my lips brush against her, and she flinches.
The skin on her stomach is hot. There’s a brief, aching satisfaction that comes from knowing it’s because she was lying on top of me.
“It’s okay. Relax.”
Her heart races as I kiss her stomach and caress her hip with my tongue, then when I reach the bone, I suck and creep up with deliberate light flicks of my tongue. She’s so warm. She tastes so sweet. I linger longer than I should, but once I taste her, I want more.
It’s just us. Our scents mingling in my sheets. The sound of my wet kisses as I lick skin, and hushed breaths.
Her fingers twist in the sheets by my head while her breath catches in her chest. There’s not much room for us both. The higher I go, the more my broad frame pins her to the bed. She holds her breath when my lips meet her ribs. I think I’m making her uncomfortable, but her arousal is growing with each pass of my tongue on her stomach.
“It’s okay to like this, you know? A man kissing your body. Running his tongue over you. There are no cameras here. No one is watching. It’s just me.”
I kiss her again. Then another taste. It’s so fucking good. “You can make noise.”
I remember her words from before. There was a specific reason she used them. I hope she’ll tell me one day, but right now, it’s about trust.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
She doesn’t speak as I move up her abdomen, but her hands unwind from the sheets and twist in my hair instead. The first breathy exhale accompanies my lips on her stomach, and her back arches.
I should have kept my mouth shut. Becausewhat the fuck.
I’m starved for her in a way I don’t understand.
One tiny motion, and I want to map her body with my tongue. I want to explore all her curves as if I’ve waited a lifetime to kiss her stomach and taste her skin. Like I’ve missed her—someone I’ve just met. My hand supports her lower back as I drag her into me. I could make this faster, but every soaring beat of her heart fastens itself to me. I want to give her more, to make her feel good.
My pace slows, then I stop just below her breast and lick. Her fingers clench in my hair, and a satisfied hum vibrates in my throat. She melts into me, her legs spreading farther, her breath rushing from her lungs. She likes this.Ilike this. It should be awkward. We’re practically strangers, but there’s something natural about touching her.
There’s no ignoring where all my blood has rushed to. I fight the ache of my cock and drive my hips into the bed. My own carnal urges bubble up, but I beat them down. I’m thinking of blood and claiming. Marking. Biting. Sex.
I run the bridge of my nose down her abdomen and stop just below her belly button.
For a split second, I let my mind run wild with fantasies of scenting her theproper way. A way she won’t be able to wash off in the shower. The possessive need to fill her is excruciating. The urge boils over in my blood till I need it so bad I run my teeth over the skin there. Lower and lower. All of this is mine. I’m never going to let another person taste her.
“Parker.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard my name on her lips like that. Sultry and needy. I just want to give her what she wants. More. Less.Anything.
“Yes?” I have the best angle of her bare stomach and the underside of her breasts.
“You feel so …”So, what, Olivia?
I tug at the hem of her pants, and her fingers tighten in my hair. Her cheeks are flush, and her eyes are filled with desire.
“Trust me,” I say, and I wait for a nod of approval before I drag her pajamas past her ankles. I can’t believe she’s letting me.Shit.
The scent of her arousal ruins my resolve, so I run my hand over her thigh to not startle her. I know where I want to touch her. But I don’t. I won’t, even if every instinct in me is screaming to.
She gasps when my lips meet her thigh.
“You were saying …” I say as I go to work scenting her thighs and running my tongue across her smooth skin.
Another kiss … and she lets out another breathy noise. “You make me feel so good.”
Let me show you how good I can make you feel, Olivia.The words are on the edge of my tongue. It’s more than wanting to satisfy my own aching cock and possessive carnal desire. I want to show her good things and give generously. I’m the only one who can. The only person allowed to touch her this way.
