Page 14 of Nice to Meet Boo
This is new. Equal parts exciting and terrifying. But it seems to wrap around my heart, giving it a little squeeze.
Not wanting to think too much about what it is or what it means, I focus on the safer feelings from before.
Desire.
Interest.
I slide my hands under his shirt. My fingertips trace the ridges of muscle, the heat of his skin. With a groan, he shudders, dropping his forehead against mine.
“Stacey.” My name sounds like a warning, but I don’t stop.
“Yes?” I whisper.
He exhales. “You’re trouble.”
“I think you like trouble.” I lean back just enough to tug at the hem of his shirt lifting it up and tossing it over his shoulder. “Now, let’s see what else you have on beneath this costume.”
His eyes darken, and for a long heartbeat he doesn’t move. Then, with deliberate care, he peels my borrowed wings off my shoulders, setting them aside.
The elastic leaves a faint line on my shoulder, and he traces it with his thumb before sliding his fingers under the collar of my dress.
Now it’s my eyelids that flutter as his lips lower to my neck. His breath heats my skin. My spine tingles as his lips touch the skin. His tongue makes a light trail.
I grip his bare waist, digging my fingers into his skin. Keeping myself upright.
“Mmm.” The sound rumbles against my skin. “You taste even sweeter then you look.”
Then, without warning, his mouth crashes against mine. My heart races as his lips urge mine open. His tongue finds mine, massaging it. Tantalizing it.
Making me want him more than I want my next breath.
His hands slide down my body, making the little hairs on my skin stand at attention in their wake. He finds the hem of my dress and tugs it up. He breaks the kiss so he can pull it over my head and tosses it to meet his shirt on the floor.
His eyes feast hungrily on my nearly naked body.
“Gorgeous.” His fingers stroke my bared body. “I knew you would be fucking gorgeous.”
I can’t stop the grin that spread across my lips.
“As much as I appreciate the compliment, how about a little less talk?”
“And a lot more action.” His eyes darken. “You read my mine.”
He pulls me back into his arms and lifts me up onto the counter, pushing the dishtowel and a couple of pieces rattling to the floor.
I barely notice as he trails kisses over the swell of my breasts. I grip his shoulders as he moves down to the lace still covering me. He swipes his tongue over the thin material, making my nipple pucker.
I feel his lips curve against me as he sucks it into his mouth.
My grip on him tightens even as he holds me upright with one hand. The other moves between my thighs. He strokes hisfingers up and down them. Each time he comes closer and closer to the place where I want him to touch me most.
“Please.” I croon as he tosses my bra aside and his lips find my breasts again. This time with no barrier between them.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me.” I glance down briefly, savoring the view of his dark head at my chest. “Make me yours.”
“I will.” He moves to give the other breast attention. “But I want to drive you wild first.”
