He grinned again. “Make me.”
With no other options to free herself presenting themselves, Carly licked the side of his face. He laughed, but didn’t throw himself back onto his own side of the bed like she thought he would.
Instead he looked down at her with mischief dancing in his eyes. “Oh, so we’re licking now? That’s what we’re doing?”
And just like that the vibe changed.
When he lowered his head, she assumed he was going to lick her cheek in relation and turned her face away, but his tongue touched the skin right above the collar of the tee and licked a slow, winding path up her neck.
This is wrong.But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt so right, and she turned her face back to his.
Their lips met and she felt him hesitate for a mere second before his mouth claimed hers. His lips were softer than she would have guessed they were, and he was gentle. Almost tentative.
Until she arched her body off the bed so it was fully pressed against his. Then he moaned and deepened the kiss. There was nothing tentative about the way his tongue dipped between her lips to dance over hers. He released her wrist so he could cup her breast, and she sighed against his mouth as his thumb brushed toward her nipple.
Then he paused. “Are we really doing this?”
She trailed her fingernails over his naked back. “Do you want to stop?”
He shivered under her teasing touch. “Hell no. But I will if you want to.”
“We already made it weird,” she said honestly. “No sense in you having blue balls, too.”
He chuckled. “Always thinking of me.”
“You know it.” She kissed him, then captured his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging slightly.
His thumb stroked her nipple, and then he broke off the kiss to frown down at her. “I don’t feel any lace.”
“You wear a lace bra all day and then tell me if you want to sleep in it.” She chuckled at his expression. “Disappointed?”
“Can’t lie. A little bit, yeah.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m wearing pink lace panties.”
The erection pressed against her thigh pulsed and he grinned. “That does make me feel better.”
“Want to see them?”
“I’ll make my way down there eventually,” he said, and her entire body flushed with heat.
Before she could say anything, he closed his mouth around her nipple—T-shirt and all—and she gasped. But it wasn’t enough. “Move so I can get this shirt off.”
“No.”
“No?” She barked out a laugh. “You don’t want me naked?”
“I do, but I’m going to take my time about it and there’s not much you can do about it.”
Threading her fingers through his hair, she tightened her grip and pulled his head away from her breast, forcing him to look at her. “Is that a challenge?”
“Everything about you is a challenge, Carly.” His grin was slow and wicked. “It’s one of my favorite things about you, you know.”
“I thought my butt was your favorite thing about me.”
“That’s a more recent development.” He slid his hands down her sides and cupped her butt, which had the added bonus of grinding her against his dick. “It might be a tie.”
Carly was tired of talking and she still had a grip on his hair, so she hauled his head close and kissed him so hard, he groaned. The sound thrilled her and she set about seeing what other sounds she could coax out of him.
