Page 70 of The Promise Of Rain
With his hands on my hips, he pulled me back from the sink and crowded me toward the family room, his beautiful mouth busy laying waste to my senses.
We made it as far as the couch where he tumbled me down onto his lap, tucking my arm behind his back as he cradled my body.His other hand claimed the curve of my bottom, and his mouth covered mine.
Slow and methodical, his tongue stroked and teased until he lulled me into a passion-fueled haze.
Without breaking our kiss, he ran his hand up my side to cup the curve of my breast over my heavy sweater.
“Yes,” I breathed into his mouth.
I grasped his wrist and held his hand to my breast in case there was the slightest of doubts where I wanted this to go.
His thumb gently brushed over the tight bud at the tip before twisting his arm and grabbing my wrist.
Pulling it up over my head, he circled it with his other hand before seeking out the hem of my sweater.
For a moment I worried about my plain cotton bra, but from the moment he swept his rough palm up over my ribs, the only thing that mattered was getting it off.
I hummed in approval.
He pinched my nipple.
Hard.
I gasped at the sharp bite of pain, shrinking away for just a second to process the novelty before arching further into his touch to ask for more.
“Beautiful, stunning, woman,” he murmured as he pulled back slightly, face serious, dark eyes intent.“So soft and giving, so generous with your response.You’re a gift.”
I flushed.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.“Honest.”
Holding my eyes, he dragged his knuckles across my nipple before trailing it over the curve of my breast, down my ribcage and my abdomen to coast along the edge of the panties under my leggings.
I tugged to free my wrist from his grasp, but he only tightened his grip.
I stilled and held my breath.
My fist twisted the back of his shirt as his big hand swept across my mons.
My thighs fell open of their own accord.
“Very nice, baby,” he praised.
Half of me, astounded at my brazen behaviour, scolded me to pull myself together.
The other half won.“I need,” I gasped.
He dipped his head and dragged his nose along my cheek to my jaw before moving back to look at me.“What do you need, baby?”
“No more talking,” I moaned.
His dark eyes didn’t waver even as he chuckled softly.“What do you need, Jenny?Use your words.”
“I need you to make me come,” I breathed, meeting his eyes bravely.
His eyes heated further.“Very nice.Ask me.”
What was he playing at?
