Page 55 of Spies without a Face
“I want to see all of you,” I said.
“Yesss.” She bit her lower lip and watched me with a look of anticipation.
Then I slid the panties down and tossed them to the floor. When I saw her before me, I sucked in a breath. She was so damn beautiful.
And tonight, she was mine.
PANDORA
I blinked hard as I watched Austin approach. Wow. My breath quickened.
Not only was he gorgeous to look at shirtless with that expanse of smooth olive skin too enticing not to touch, but the way he kissed and caressed me ignited such heat inside me I could melt. Although he’d only stepped away to undress, I already missed his closeness.
My gaze remained glued on him as he removed his jeans and socks. He kept his gaze fixed on me, eyelids lowered in a smoldering, intense look. A thick, promising erection tented his blue plaid boxer shorts, and I swallowed.
“I’ll never forget how beautiful you look right now.” His voice came out a low, velvety rumble that reached me deep within.
He slid along my body, kissing me once more. With his body pressed against me once more, the heat from his skin comforted and cocooned me. And he smelled so good. That earthy mix of wilderness combined with his masculine aroma, which was like a firebolt of pheromones right to my core.
He moved his mouth and hands down my torso, and my desire for him grew fierce.
I ran my hands through his hair. “Oh, Austin.”
It had been a few years since I’d been with a man, and I wondered if I ever would again. It felt strange to feel so exposed and desired, yet Austin also made me feel safe—especially after seeing Marius at the concert. Austin wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. He gave me the sense that I could let go. I was so used to taking care of myself, and it felt so good to have someone else care for me.
And oh my was he doing a great job of it now as he caressed my body. Soon, he was between my legs. I lay motionless with desperate anticipation. One breath coming hard and tumbling into another as my chest rose and fell. Watching. Waiting.
“Do you want this?” he asked, his question a low, velvety baritone.
“Yes.” I bit my lower lip. “Please.” Then I paused. “I should warn you that’s it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone.”
“I’m glad you feel comfortable to be with me,” he said in an earnest tone as if he truly appreciated it. “Relax. We’ll take it slow,” he assured me.
I settled back onto the pillow. When his tongue traced my slit, I shuddered and released a sigh. Wow, I forgot how good this could feel.
And with Austin? Incredible.
As he worked me with his talented mouth and hands, he controlled my body and my pleasure. “This feels so good.”
He murmured in assent. I ran my fingers through his thick locks, relishing the experience. Austin wasn’t like anyone I’d been with before. Not rushed and rushing me. He took his time as if savoring this as much as I was.
I was always wound so tight and carefully guarded, but it felt safe to be vulnerable around him. One guardrail around my heart broke down after another. I started to sense that I couldn’t just fall for Austin, I could fall in love with him.
Which was scary. No, terrifying. But also awfully exciting.
And with that, came freedom.
The pressure inside me coiled. The heat building within rose. I grasped the sheets. My body grew so hot and tense. As the need intensified, my muscles tightened, starting from my toes and working up my legs. I barely held on.
Then I let go.
A shaky cry escaped me as I tumbled hard into a chasm of blind heat and spiraling sensation. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me, leaving me mindless. Boneless. In a dream-state.
Austin pulled back and let me come down from that high. Seconds passed before I returned to earth again, fluttering down without a care in the world.
When I glanced at him staring down at me with wild hunger, I knew one thing. He’d woken desire in me. It hadn’t been snuffed out after all. And I wanted more.
I reached for him. “Austin, I need you inside me.”
