Page 68 of Sunshine
His nose isn’t completely straight either, and I want to run my finger along the bridge. Taking his hand in mine, I kiss the back of it. And finally, his phone stops ringing.
“Biker?”
He growls, a frown curving his beautiful mouth. “You’re insatiable, Sunshine,” he says, his voice husky from sleep.
I smile. “We didn’t have sex, Case.”
“Hmm… ‘kay. Gimme a minute.”
My smile widens. There’s a dusting of freckles on his eyelids I hadn’t noticed before and his long dark auburn lashes are a stark contrast to his lighter-toned skin. The ruggedness of this man is peeled away in this moment, so all I see is his beauty.
I’m staring at his lips, aching to kiss him when his phone starts ringing again. His eyes flutter open.
“Sweet girl, do me a favor and throw that phone out your window.”
I smile at his reply, mostly because no one would ever call me sweetheart, at least no one that knows me, but also because his words make me feel things I seem to have no control over, flutters and dips, and deep aching needs I never knew could exist.
“It’s your phone and this isn’t the first time it’s ringing,” I say as he leans closer to me, shutting me up by pressing his mouth over mine. I sink into his bottomless kiss, while his hands explore my body. I cling to him, swept up by his capable lips and the shivers his tongue brings.
When his hands find my breast and his callused thumb plays my tightened nipple like the strings of a guitar, I gasp into his mouth. He smiles against my lips and rolls us so he’s between my thighs, his big arms propping himself above me.
“I want to make love to you, Tessa Harlow. Sweetly. Slowly. Gently. And with no demands. Can you handle that?”
I nod, my heart thumping in my chest. As much as I love the gruff demanding man who takes and gives what he wants, the wise and gentle Case has earned this, and a place in my heart.
He smiles again. It’s devoid of his usual sly, coy or wicked pretense. Rising, he unbuckles his belt, and I ignore the quickening of my heart as it slides through the loops. He catches my expression and smiles and this time it’s one of his wicked ones.
“Not now, little lady. Later.”
I nod again. Where my words are, I have no clue. He shucks off his jeans and boxers and I stare, admiring his muscled thighs and gloriously hard, thick cock. He climbs back onto the bed, his knees parting mine wider as he gets between them. His cock lurching as it touches my dampened curls.
“Sunshine, you’re perfect, you know? Exciting, naughty, challenging, and brilliant, and as much as I enjoy taking you in hand, and I do, So. Fucking. Much. Your willingness to let me see this softer side of you, this vulnerability, it makes me feel bulletproof. Your trust makes me more of a man than anything else.”
His words twist and dance in my belly, so I reach up, loop my arms around his neck, and pull him to me.
His expression, intense and so full of care, unnerves me though, so I close my eyes. The touch of his tongue on my bottom lip makes me quiver. Slowly his lips press to mine, and he softly explores my mouth. I taste a hint of butterscotch on his tongue as he deepens the kiss. Running my hands over his muscular back, I tug him closer still.
Rolling his hips, his cock presses and moves against my clit. I moan into his mouth, loving the feel of him and the shards of pleasure that explode each time his cock hits just the right spot. Wanting more, I slide my hands down his smooth back and grab his ass impatiently tugging and driving him where I want him.
“Easy sweetheart, this is a marathon not a sprint.” His chuckle rumbles against my breasts and mouth. “I’m taking my time with you.”
“Please,” I beg. “I need more.” He obliges my desperate request by slowly rocking his hips to slide the length of his cock across my clit, doing it until my breath hitches and I’m about to ride the final wave into rapture. But when he stops my cry isn’t in pleasure, it’s in frustration.
“Easy now, Sunshine,” he says as he shifts us. On his haunches, he grabs me behind the knees pulling me up and closer. He slides his cock into my wet center and I call out again—this time in joy, but his own groan of pleasure almost buries mine. He rocks gently again, moving in slow short strokes, as his thumb sweeps up from the base of his cock to my clit where he plays, circling, and stroking. I explode, waves of pulsating muscles squeezing around him. I was too ready, too pent-up.
Biting his lip, he continues touching me, stroking gently inside until I come fully down and then with another shift he’s on top of me, rolling so I’m on top of him.
“Okay babe, you’re driving now. Take your pleasure.” He swats my ass once, hard, before grabbing my hips and bucking beneath me. I gasp at the depth wanting to feel him buck again.
I’ve never been on top, never had the desire to be since I found no real pleasure in sex. But now, as I take over the rhythm Case started, I feel powerful. The kind of power that doesn’t make me feel guilty. I’m not tricking someone into giving me what I want by pulling strings, I’m in charge of his pleasure and my own and it’s a heady feeling. A challenge I want to ace.
I watch his face as I move, gripping his pecs at first then bending to lick his nipples. Finding the spot and rhythm that gives me the best friction and him a desperate and needy expression, I ride it, driving us both toward our goal.
As I come, I kiss him, and he wraps his arms around me, gripping me to him and anchoring me to the earth. Case takes over just as my shudders mess up my rhythm, pumping into to me from beneath since I’m in a haze of pulsing pleasure. He groans a curse as he comes, his eyes rolling, and his lip clamped tightly between his teeth.
He rolls us, so he’s on top again. My body still full of him, he places his forehead against mine. Our breathing labored; he brushes light kisses across my lips as we come down together.
“That was nice,” I say, and he chokes out a laugh, before kissing my head and rolling to tuck me beneath his arm. I miss the feel of him inside me, but being held so tightly against him is a different kind of pleasure.
