Page 49 of Seven Year Itch
I point to my mouth and croak, “Just here for now.”
Before I can take a breath, Calder’s large hands reach out and grab my face. He pulls me into him, both of us rising up on our knees as he captures my lips with his shooting liquid heat straight through my core. He pulls back after only a second, his eyes fierce on mine with a look of shock that feels like throwing a glass of water in my face. A wave of disappointment descends upon me when I think he’s going to call it, and before I have a chance to speak, he’s kissing me again with ten times more passion.
A whimper escapes me as I tilt my head and allow his tongue to part my lips, sending a riot of tingles through my whole body. I grip his sculpted arms to steady myself, shivering at the feel of his rough beard against my face. The edginess of that sensation, the grit, makes the kiss that much better. Dirtier, more elicit. The swirling in my groin is unbearable.
His body shifts closer, and my eyes pop open when I feel the ridge of something hard between us. His eyes are still closed tight as he consumes me, and my muscles weaken as his hands move from my face, down my back, mapping the shape of me.
He must sense my hesitation and pulls away. “What is it?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“Nothing,” I mutter, trying to tame down my stupid thoughts. “I’m just... surprised.”
“At what?”
I swallow the lump in my throat as my gaze trails down.
The corner of his mouth tugs up into a smirk. “This isn’t the first time your mouth has made me hard.”
What the hell does that mean? I wonder but am distracted when his palms wrap around to my ass and he pulls me into him, making it very clear he’s happy to see me.
“This too,” he murmurs, smiling against my lips. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on your ass since the first day I met you.”
I think back to the body I had all those years ago, and my heart sinks a bit.
“But never more than these last couple of days. You’re a fucking tease.”
Flutters, stars, sparks, sizzles... all of those flippity emotions that happen in the human body are happening to mine at the same time. And we’re both still fully dressed!
He continues to grip my ass and grinds my center against the length of him, and my heart and my vagina both feel like they’re on the brink of explosion as my arousal shifts into overdrive. The man who’s an ass to me most of the day is attracted to me enough to be hard within seconds of our kiss. What is this life I’m living?
I comb my fingers through his hair and kiss him back, my nails scratching lightly against his scalp. The low growl that vibrates in his chest gives me signs that he likes what I’m doing, and I swear I want to swallow him whole.
“My turn,” he says, pulling away, his hot breath on my lips as both our chests heave with desire.
I feel the loss of him as I struggle to see straight. “Your turn?”
“To make a demand.” His hands slide from my ass to my thighs,his thumbs skating up the skirt of my dress. “I’m not going to make you crawl. But I am going to make you beg.”
He stands and holds his hand out to me, helping me up with all the grace of a burly mountain man. He turns me around so my back presses against his front, and he finds the zipper of my dress.
“This was a beautiful dress, but it wasn’t my favorite outfit of yours from this trip,” he says softly as his lips dance along my shoulder and neck.
“No?” I squeak, clutching the unzipped dress to my chest as anxiety pools in my belly. A man hasn’t seen me naked in a very long time. I didn’t even get a chance to strip down at the sex club I so brazenly waltzed into. But somehow being naked in front of a bunch of strangers seems less anxiety-inducing than stripping down in front of Calder Fletcher. What am I thinking right now?
“That black bikini of yours has been haunting me since night fucking one.” He slides his hands up my arms to my wrists and gently urges me to release my dress.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I let go, and it pools around my waist. My eyes shut tight as I fight the urge to cover myself from his fire-blazing eyes as he rakes them down my body.
His masculine fingers trail lightly on my belly, up my ribs and around my chest, gliding slowly down the slopes of both my breasts eliciting goose bumps across my whole body.
Licking his lips, his mouth dances against my neck again. “I had to jerk off in the shower yesterday.”
I moan and drop my head onto his chest as he traces his finger over my nipples, causing them to pucker even tighter.
“I think I heard you,” I admit, my voice not even sounding like my own as his large hands cup my breasts, testing the weight of them.
His breath is warm on my neck, and I can feel his smile against my throat. “Can I tell you a secret, Ace?”
I swallow the knot in my throat, feeling desperate for the bed because my legs feel like they’re going to give out any second. “Sure.”
