Page 124 of Lost Track

He raised onto his knees and her eyes skated over the tattoos on his torso she had never seen up close before. There was not one inch of bare skin. It was all black ink and swirls of design.

“Is this okay?”

She flicked her eyes back to him.

His hands rested on her hips in that possessive way again, but he was waiting for her to answer. “I just want to kiss your body. That’s all.”

She nodded, unwilling to break this moment by saying something stupid.

He let his gaze roam down her body and his hands followed wherever they landed. He turned her hips slightly and brushed his fingers along her lower back before following those touches with his mouth, licking the small dimples he’d noticed yesterday.

He tugged down her panties just enough so he could see her tattoo back there and then his mouth went there too.

A small groan escaped him and he pressed his forehead to her hip as if trying to steady himself. His hands fluttered over her legs, up and down both thighs as he shifted her onto her back again.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the top of one thigh, then the other. His hands, fingers splayed wide, like he was trying to touch as much of her as he could at once, stroked up her legs and then down to her calves.

Never in her life had Sabine felt so delicate. Or desired.

He kissed the instep of her foot, the inside of her ankle, her calves, the back of her knee. Then he switched to the other leg.

He murmured some words into her skin she couldn’t understand but she got the feeling they weren’t for her ears. Words of pleasure and appreciation spoken onto her body.

He made his way back to where he’d started, placing open mouth kisses all along her hips and stomach. He pushed the shirt up, exposing her breasts. But he didn’t go right for them. Instead, he resumed those slow, open mouth kisses along her ribs and center of her chest.

She squirmed under his ministrations.

Arched into his touches.

Never had her body felt so alive as it did when his hands were on her.

It was the fact that this wasDave.

His hands, his mouth, his focus.

It was all so careful.

Unhurried.

Deliberate.

All at once, heat enveloped one erect nipple and she sucked in a breath.

He groaned again, cupping her breast and flicking his tongue over the peak. Then he moved to the other one and did the same.

She writhed beneath him, her hands on his shoulders, wanting him to never stop but also wanting his mouth on her mouth. She wanted his tongue sliding against hers in a way that felt desperate and needy.

He raised his head, his sleepy eyes grazing over her face. He slid his palm along her jaw and curved his fingers around her neck where he applied slight pressure, making her tilt her head back.

Then he lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing, licking, nipping the column of her throat and under her chin.

He tugged the shirt back down over her body and brushed his lips over hers in a soft caress. He studied her face for a beat, satisfied with what he saw, smirked, grabbed the covers and flicked them over the both of them.

He settled in again with his head over her heart, and his arms wrapped around her.

Was that it?

She waited, unmoving for a couple minutes.

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