It’s like a zap of pleasure.
We break apart for a second. “Do I have a biter in my arms?” I ask.
Her eyes blaze with ayes. “Maybe a little. Promise I won’t hurt you, Harlan,” she says, a little coy.
“Maybe I like a little hurt. A nibble here or there would do the trick.”
She tests me by running her lips along my jaw, then nipping. A sizzle of pleasure shoots through me.
“Oh yes,” I rasp as I grab her ass harder.
With a throaty purr, her lips journey up my neck, peppering me with hungry kisses. When she reaches my ear, she nips on the lobe, then lets out a little roar like a lioness.
I believe I have met my match.
She’s the fire to my fire. I want all her passion, and I want to give her every ounce of mine.
I let go, back her up against the terrace edge, and meet her heated gaze. “You like it the same way, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice low and smoky.
“Seems I do,” she says, reaching her hands around my neck, playing with the ends of my hair as I crowd her against the stone railing, my whole frame lined up with hers.
So she can feel me.
Know how aroused I am.
Experience what she’s done to me.
I slide my hands down her sides, savoring her curves—enjoying, too, the wild look in her eyes as I touch her body. She shudders, and the sound urges me on. I drop my lips to the hollow of her throat where I can lick, kiss, suck. As I move along her sweet-and-spicy skin to her collarbone, I graze my teeth over her flesh.
“Ohhhh,” she says on a shiver, trembling in my arms.
I nip a little harder, push my pelvis against her, meeting her move for move, moan for moan, giving as good as she gave.
Tit for tat.
Speaking of…
Letting go of her hip, I roam a hand upward over the pink silk, then up a little higher, then higher still.
Katie gasps—a needy, sexy sound.
A lovely plea inviting me to indulge.
So I do, cupping a breast, filling my hand. I squeeze, and she lets go of my mouth, tosses her head back, and moans against the night, “You.”
Indeed.
I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much.
But I want more. I want to please this woman to the stars and back. It’s my kink, my passion, my pleasure.Giving.
“Katie, tell me what you want to do tonight,” I murmur. I don’t want to lead her into temptation. I want her to find it from within.
She pouts. “I want you to take me home, spread me out on my bed, and do dirty things to me all night long.”
Yes, there is a God.
“Taxi,” I say, then bring my fingers to my lips like I’m about to whistle for one.
