Page 86 of Hell of a Mess
I’d replayed two days ago in Mal’s kitchen a million times in my head. There hadn’t been any calls from Luther, just textmessages. He had been busy as had Mal. I assumed whatever business they had been handling had to do with where they had gone tonight. But his text messages had always left a huge smile on my face.
When he was in only a pair of black boxer briefs, he pulled back the covers and stared down at me, his gaze traveling down my body slowly before he climbed in beside me. I wanted to touch his chest, run my fingers over it, feel every hard ripple. Study all the artwork that decorated it.
He opened his arms. “Come here.”
I immediately moved into his embrace with a sigh of contentment as his arms wrapped around me.
He kissed the top of my head. “Are you still sore?” he asked with his nose buried in my hair.
I’d admitted in a text last night that I was sore after he asked. But it was the most wonderful sore in the world.
“No,” I replied.
“Mmm,” he murmured, and one of his hands slid down my back until he was cupping my bottom. “That’s good. I was gonna let you sleep, but I don’t think I can do that, sugar.”
“I don’t want to sleep,” I admitted.
“Good,” he said with a pleased smile, then slipped a knuckle under my chin to lift my head up before he lowered his mouth to touch mine. “Sweetest fucking mouth.”
I opened for him, needing the taste again. It was whiskey, tobacco, and cinnamon. It was heady. He groaned as his arms tightened around me, and his tongue circled mine.
Kissing was something I’d never thought much about. Not like I had sex. I hadn’t understood the idea of kissing. But when Luther’s lips moved over mine with hunger, it caused the rest of the world to fall away.
“Roll over onto your stomach,” he said against my lips before taking a quick bite of my bottom one.
My stomach? Okay.
I glanced at him questioningly, and he winked. I rolled over but turned my head to the side so that I could see what he was doing. He moved to his knees, and while gazing down at my bottom, he ran his hands over it, then took the waist of my shorts and began to tug them down my legs. Next came my panties. He removed them both completely, then straddled the backs of my thighs. Both of his warm, callous palms caressed my naked butt.
“Flawless,” he murmured in a reverent tone. “If you weren’t such a good girl, I’d spank this perfect, creamy ass until it was a bright red.”
Oh! That sent a thrill straight between my legs.
“Mmm, my handprint right here,” he said as if he were talking to himself and musing over how my bottom would look if he spanked it. “My sweet little virgin ass with my handprint.”
Why was this turning me on? I didn’t want to be spanked…did I? The ache between my legs said otherwise.
“Wiggle it for me.”
“What?”
His eyes moved to meet mine. “Wiggle your ass,” he repeated.
That would be embarrassing if it wasn’t for the heated gleam of lust in his hazel eyes. I did as he’d requested, and his eyes shot back to watch. His fingertips brushed one of the cheeks, and he groaned.
“Do it again.”
This time, when I did, he grabbed my upper thighs and lifted my hips until I was on my knees, with my bottom in the air and holding myself up on my elbows.
“Now, open your legs,” he ordered in a raspy voice.
As I opened them, his finger ran over my sex, and I moaned as my body shook from the pleasure.
“That’s a wet little cunt,” he growled before grabbing my bottom and spreading it open.
Then he licked from my slit all the way up to my back entrance. My eyes flew open in shock, and I buried my head in the pillow as his tongue circled it. Teeth sank into my inner thigh, and again, I jerked in response.
“So goddamn sweet. Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”
