Page 64 of Every Bit As Perfect
Softly, the sweetest, lightest brush, stealing my breath.He took his time, his soft lips learning mine, taste by achingly sweet taste.
“Harley,” he muttered.“This mouth has made more than one appearance in my dreams.”
“Daydreams or nightdreams?”I breathed.
“Both,” he replied gutturally before getting serious and sealing his mouth over mine.
He licked inside my mouth, taunting my tongue and skipping away before diving back in.
His hands tightened on my head as he held me immobile.I kissed him back, stroke for stroke, wondering what good thing I did in my past life to have this man’s mouth on mine.
I ran my hands up and down his sides, flexing my fingers into his muscles as I lost myself in his kiss.
His muscles undulated under my hands as his back bowed and he ground his erection into the apex of my thighs.
He’d only just kissed me, we still had our jeans on, and I was about three seconds away from coming all over both of us.
He rolled his hips again, and I began to shake.
Lifting his hips away, he looked into my eyes.“You’re on the edge.”
I searched his eyes, not knowing if it was a good thing or a bad thing but thought it best to err on the side of caution.
“Sorry,” I whispered quickly.
“Nothing to be sorry about, little one.”His beautiful mouth curved into a smile.“But let’s at least get your pants off.”
I groaned with embarrassment.
He laughed and taking my hand, pulled me up to a sitting position.
I rolled to my knees.No point in subjecting him to my tummy rolls this early in the game.
He grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head.But instead of taking it off my hands, he wrapped it around my wrists, securing them together.“Lie down and keep your hands over your head.”
“Aren’t you supposed to ask a woman before you tie her up?Do I need a safe word?”I grumbled to cover my discomfort.
“That’s not tied,” he scoffed, then bent to kiss me, his mouth sweet on mine, making me melt back into the mattress.“You could easily free yourself,” he murmured against my mouth.“When I tie you up for real, when you’re completely at my mercy, I’ll ask permission.”
All of a sudden I wanted that more than anything I’d ever wantedin my life.
And it made me all kinds of uncomfortable.Somewhere between the parking lot and my place, I misplaced my feminist card.
He sat up and dragged his hands down to my waistband.
“You can’t just go around all…kindergarten-y and then be all tease me to death and make me come in my pants within five minutes!That’s fifty shades of what the actual fuck!You have to warn a girl.”
“I told you there’s nothing vanilla about me,” he snorted as he undid the fly of my jeans, worked them over my hips before pulling them off my legs.
“Yeah, about five minutes before I found myself on my back!”
He laughed then tossed my jeans to the side.“There.”He sat back on his heels and surveyed the result.
I lay as still as I could under his scrutiny.
When I could stand it no longer, I goaded him.“Are you satisfied?”
His eyes met mine, all hints of playfulness dropped.“To a degree I can’t even begin to describe.”
