Page 110 of Nowhere to Hide
I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the ugly scar. But he only kissed the skin just below it and down to the hollow of my knee. I sucked in a surprised breath at the humming warmth that flowed up to the apex of my thighs.
“Tell me if you need to stop.”
“I will.”
Then he moved to the right leg and dragged his teeth over the skin where thigh met with my abdomen. He licked and nibbled, all the while his fingers lightly molded to my hip and up to the dip of my stomach to my ribs. He was unhurried as he found the snaps and ties of the simple wrap dress as if opening me like a present.
He peeled the filmy material apart, and stared up at me as he tongued over the panel of my underwear. He drew in a deep lungful of breath and I draped my arm over my face.
“Don’t hide from me, Cilla.” He used his teeth to tug it away from my oversensitive skin, snapping it against me until I jerked with a moan. “I want to drown in your scent.”
I rolled my hips, wanting that as much as I was embarrassed by how wet I was.
“Lift for me.”
I swallowed and lifted my butt off the bed. He rolled my underwear down over my hips and tugged them wide over the wound that was like a third person in the room. We were both conscious of it, even if I wanted to ignore it completely.
But it was a reality.
This wasn’t going to be an easy fuck.
I wish I could open up and let him fill the ache that had been with me for longer than I could remember. I was broken in so many ways, but I pushed away the nerves and concentrated on his mouth. His breath against my skin, and the way he took care to stroke and squeeze, leaving nothing untouched. The way he waited for me to catch up to each new inch he explored.
He teased and taunted me with words and his mouth as he carefully climbed my body, keeping his weight to the right side of me.
All the while, I was so wound up I wanted to scream.
But still he tempted and spread me out like I was his last meal that he was going to savor for the rest of the night.
I wasn’t sure I could handle that.
He propped himself up on his elbow and trailed little designs over my midriff. “Roll toward me.”
I licked my lips and sat up enough to help him get the dress and tank top off me, and when he snaked his arm around me to flick my bra open, I dragged in a shuddering breath. His eyes darkened as he lowered his mouth to my breast, taking the tip into his mouth with a fierceness that left me reeling.
All the while, his fingers still traced over my middle and down to the tops of my thighs in and endless infinity loop of feather light touches. The sweet mixed with the unending heat of his mouth and teeth left me restless and insane.
I touched his cheek, my other hand tangled with his on the bed until our fingers were laced tight.
He stared up at me as he let one nipple free with a pop only to suck on the other with the same greedy intention.
Finally, he rolled me onto my back and hovered over me, his chest teasing my breasts as he used that wild mouth on me and the careening difference of his lazy touch had me so wound up I could barely think.
Then he inched his way to the bottom of the bed and opened me wide.
The angle of his head made his eyes seem almost glittering and feral as he watched me. He brushed his lips over my pussy, but didn’t taste. All I could feel was a whisper of breath and the bristles of his beard before he dipped the tip of his tongue inside of me.
Our tangled fingers were the only thing grounding me to the bed as he took and took.
Lapping every inch of me until I could see the glisten of my excitement on his lips and chin. I moaned, my eyes locked on him as he dug his beard into the sensitive skin between my thighs and covered me with his lips.
I broke so hard and fast that the world went instantly black.
I arched my back and his name drifted up the skylight into the star strung sky.
I lost all lung function as he wrecked me with his mouth and fingers. As he commanded more. He took greedy gulps of oxygen and held me down as he demanded everything.
The desire between us became something more than passion.
