His eyes darken when they lift to mine again. I get the feeling that he has something to say, but I might have to lure it out of him. My hands meet together at his waist, slowly pulling the end of his belt through the buckle. Ledger’s hands leave my behind, now flat on the counter on either side of me.
The thin bandages on my fingers slip over the metal, and while I fumble with it enough to unhook it completely, I stare into his eyes, eventually popping the button open on his jeans. His focus flickers between my lips and my hands, like he can’t decide which is more tantalizing.
When I finally get his zipper part of the way down and bring my hands back up to his shoulders, he presses his hips forward, creating a new closeness that sends a lightning bolt of heat all the way through to my spine.
Leggings don’t leave much to the imagination, and I am suddenly grateful for my minimal taste in lounge wear. The thin barrier is the closest I could get to feeling the real thing right now, and I push toward him, wanting more.
“Is this what you want, Iz?” he growls, leaning his head down and hovering his mouth over the sensitive spot just under my ear.
All I do is nod with a pathetic whimper, letting my head fall forward to the hard muscle between his neck and shoulder.
I didn’t mean to make a sound like that, but in the heat of this moment, my brain is no longer able to discern the difference betweenembarrassingandwho gives a fuck what you sound like.My core is clenching with pleasure, and I can barely breathe, for god’s sake. Of course it’s a whimper that comes out of my mouth.
Without a word, he slips his hands under my thighs and lifts. I loop my arms and legs around him as he heads out of the bathroom and straight for what I’m hoping is his bed.
Chapter Thirteen
Ledger
The flat ofher tongue is tracing over the skin on my neck while I carry her to my room, and it takes every bit of restraint not to stop halfway and have my way with her on the damn floor.
My knees finally bump against the edge of the bed, but before tossing her on the mattress, I reach behind her back and underneath her shirt, unhooking her bra with one quick twist of my thumb and index finger.
For every touch or movement from me, she reacts with a shift of her hips, a kiss, or a moan. Her responsiveness is beyond sexy, and something specific that I didn’t even know I was craving until I finally gave in and kissed her.
The gentlemanly thing to do would be to let her take the lead here. But my patience is waning, and I feel like taking what I want, as long as she’s still telling me she wants more with every sweet response that she gives me.
She lands on top of the comforter with a bounce, and I instantly cage her in with my arms, leaning down to capture her mouth. I can feel her silky blonde hair brushing the side of my face. It’s begging to be wrapped around my fist.
One hand threads through her hair, gripping tight enough to make her pull away and roll her eyes into the back of her head, sucking a sharp breath in through her teeth. She arches her back, and my other hand wastes no time dipping below the waistband of her leggings.
“Fuck,” I groan into the side of her neck. “You’re so wet. You feel fucking amazing, Izzy.”
Her hips wiggle, trying and failing to shimmy the leggings off. I chuckle, leaning back and pulling them down her hips for her, along with her baby pink lace panties.
Damn, I should have left those on for a minute. If I weren’t so focused on tasting her as soon as possible, I’d strip her slowly, memorizing every version of her until she was laid out bare beneath me.
Next time.
If there is a next time, my brain warns with inconvenient timing.
The thought is irritating, so I push down my jeans and kick them off with a little extra force. I don’t want to dwell on that possibility right now.
Izzy’s legs are bent and spread wide, making me roll my lower lip into my mouth with my tongue.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say while gripping the collar of my shirt and lifting it over my head.
I take a step toward her, lowering my hand to stroke my aching cock. It’s going to have to wait its turn. Her eyes widen and trail to my briefs, and her tongue darts out over her lips.
“Scoot back,” I demand.
She moves with no extra convincing while I lower my body to the bed, crawling toward her as she shuffles on her back toward the headboard.
My palm flattens against her stomach under her shirt, and she sucks in a breath, closing her eyes like she can somehow soakin the feeling of my hands on her better with them closed. When my fingers graze the swell of her breast, she arches up again, this time lifting her shirt and yanking it off, along with her unhooked bra.
My mouth wastes no time closing the distance, and I cover one of her nipples with my lips, swirling my tongue and lightly biting down. Her hips continue to buck up, and I reach a hand down without moving my mouth, putting pressure on her clit with the heel of my palm and pushing inside of her with my two middle fingers at the same time.
“Ohhh,” she moans through a whisper. “God. I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
