Page 51 of Pick Yourself Up
Whatever it was, he was addicted. Watching her shatter was addictive, and he wanted to make it happen a million times.
And then start over again.
When enough strength returned and his brain functioned properly, he shifted his weight to roll off of her.
Her hands squeezed him tightly, and she moaned softly. “I wish we didn’t have to move.”
He chuckled and kissed her again. “Gotta deal with the condom, but I’ll be back in a minute.”
The attached bath was old but scoured clean. He disposed of the condom and hurried back to find Amber pulling up the quilt that had been folded at the bottom of the bed.
He yanked it out of her hands and tossed it back. “Not yet. I was too desperate earlier, and I want to see you.”
She smiled, and he watched that pretty flush extend from her face all the way down to her breasts. He lay beside her, propped his head on one hand, and used the other to trace the curves of her body. She smiled but tried to reach for the quilt again.
He leaned over to kiss her nose. “You’re gorgeous, Amber. Please don’t cover up.”
Her flush deepened. “It’s hard.”
He frowned at her. “What is?”
She rolled her eyes with a self-deprecating smile. “Being naked in the light. It’s the middle of the afternoon, Gray.”
He grinned and trailed his finger along her torso, enjoying the shivers that rose on her skin. “You’ve never made love in the middle of the day? Wait. Don’t answer that because I don’t want to know. If I know, I’ll have to follow up and beat the crap out of anyone lucky enough to have seen the way your skin shimmers.”
Her eyes widened as she grinned. “You wouldn’t beat up anyone.”
He faked a growl. “Wanna bet?”
He captured her laugh with his mouth. His body reacted instantly, but with one orgasm down, he was more in control.
This time, he wanted to touch everywhere. See every reaction.
He slipped down her body and leaned back on his heels, looking her over. She’d admitted to being uncomfortable in the light, but he wanted to prove to her how gorgeous she was.
“Gray?”
He shifted his gaze to her eyes and let his appreciation show, answering the question implied in her words. “Just admiring the view. Planning my next moves.”
She laughed, and he stroked his finger up her leg, from her toes up to her inner thigh. Her breath shook, and her eyelashes fluttered.
He repeated the motion on the other leg. Followed the pattern with his teeth and his tongue.
By the time he reached her thighs, she was trembling and grasping the sheets.
“Hang on, Amber, I’m just getting started.”
He licked her core, and her body arched into him.
“You taste amazing.”
He experimented, finding out what she liked and how she reacted. When she shuddered with another cry, he lifted his head to watch and slipped his fingers inside her to stretch out the orgasm.
Her body quivered, and her fingers flexed and released the sheets. When her eyes fluttered open, he moved to capture her mouth again.
He reached for another condom, happy she’d added a new box to the nightstand.
When he ripped it open, Amber took it from him. “My turn.”
