I gave him a light shove on the arm. ‘That is not hot.’
‘Burst the fantasy, did I?’
I made the mistake of meeting his bright gaze.
‘You can imagine it though, right?’ He dropped his voice and I suspected he was doing it on purpose now. ‘I’d rip it right down the middle. Then I’d tell you to straddle me and put those sweet tits in my face.’
I knew he heard my sharp intake of breath.
‘You know what, Kubicka? I think I can keep your mind busy while I fuck you.’
Or he could just fry my brain with his dirty mouth.
‘Can I try?’
I didn’t need to think about the answer. ‘Yes.’
Chapter 19
Leesa
‘Why is this thing so hard to get off?’
He’d managed to get my bralette over one shoulder, but I was stuck with my arms above my head while he tried to dislodge it on the other side.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d giggled during foreplay. If I hadn’t discovered that Colin had apparently lusted after me for a while, if we hadn’t had two weeks of banter and innuendo behind us, I might have drowned in discomfort, but the combination of deep, drawled dirty talk and candid humour had so far kept me calm.
‘Although,’ he said and leaned back to skim his gaze down my body, ‘this has possibilities.’ He stared at my boobs – my ‘sweet tits’ as I might have to call them from now on – biting his lip.
‘I’m going to get a cramp.’
‘I’d better get you free then.’ Sliding his hand up my side, he managed to shift the material over my other shoulder and off. ‘You need to get comfortable.’
Comfortable wasn’t exactly what I felt with his hands casually grasping my ribcage. Worked up, out of my mind, burning hot would be better ways to describe the state of me. When he dropped to his knees in front of me, my lungs were suddenly inadequate. My heaving breath angled my aching breasts up.
‘That’s it,’ he praised with a rumbling groan. ‘Give me those cute little nipples. These are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. Gonna suck on them like a fucking lollipop.’
I started to ask myself why I should find his muttered profanities so hot, but he scraped his tongue, hard, over my left nipple and delight showered over me. My eyelids drooped and my head fell back as I clutched at his head, his wavy hair soft under my fingers.
His breath was scalding on my skin, his lips and tongue slow and deliberate. When he closed his mouth tightly around the nipple, my eyes flew open again on a gasp. I needed to see him doing what he’d threatened. Muffled moans told me how much he was enjoying this and he curled his tongue around the nipple and sucked, triggering shot after shot of endorphins, my nerve endings overwhelmed in the best possible way.
As he moved to the other side, his hand stroked along my inner thigh. I had a flash of memory from before, the hot skin of his cock in my hand, between my legs. I was almost afraid of how good it had felt.
‘Open up for me, sweetheart. I want to feel how hot you are for me.’
His cocky tone made me want to roll my eyes, but he wasn’t wrong. ‘A natural physical response to an attractive person,’ I said, aiming for a superior tone, but failing spectacularly, my heaving chest giving me away completely.
He just shot me a grin from under his lashes. ‘I knew you found me attractive. You can say what you want, but this’ – his thumb stroked over my underwear – ‘is all for me. Because I’m gonna fuck you like in your favourite fantasies.’
‘You’ve got to stop saying that,’ I complained.
‘You like it too much?’
‘Yes,’ I admitted on a groan.
‘You’ll like it even more when it’s my cock right here.’
I hadn’t even noticed him moving my knickers to the side and his thumb pushed up through the soft folds and then he worked it partway in, making me gasp.
