I set her down on the table and stepped back to take her in.
“I just need to look at you,” I said.
She leaned back on her hands for support, her breasts hard under the sweater. Her neck was flushed, and her chest wasrising and falling rapidly as she watched me with heated confusion at my retreat.
“You want this, don’t you, Claire?” I asked, adjusting myself.
She watched the motion before she nodded seriously. “Yes. I want you, Levi.” Straight to the point as ever, my sweet, earnest Claire.
“Before we go any further, I want you to understand why I’ve been holding back,” I said.
Her gaze flicked to the side before coming back. “Okay.”
“I’ve wanted this for some time. I’ve wanted you. And I know that once I let go of this restraint, this thirst won’t be easily quenched. When I want something, I want it with my entire being. I don’t really half-ass anything in my life. When I finally have you, it’s going to be fully. Repeatedly. Ruthlessly.”
She’d been nibbling her bottom lip as I spoke. It popped out of her mouth now. She swallowed, legs rubbing together once. “I’m wondering where the warning is?” Heat and determination lit her eyes. She wouldn’t be backing down. If anything, my suggestion that she couldn’t handle my advances only riled her up more. She never backed down from a challenge.
She would never let the unexplored go so easily.
I shrugged and stepped back to her. “Consider yourself warned.” I brought my mouth just above her collarbone and sucked hard and quick.
She gasped, and a tremble went through her body.
“What is it that you want, Claire?” I moved to her other side and dragged my nose up the column of her neck, barely grazingher skin, a contrast to the rough sucking. She smelled so addictive. She was perfectly created to muddle my senses. “What will finally quench your thirst?”
She arched her back and pressed her hips forward. She brushed against my jeans, and my half-erection hardened, pressing painfully against the zipper. I grunted as I pushed forward and against her core, hot even through the layers of fabric.
She gasped and threw her head back.
“Is that what you’re curious about?” I teased.
My hand tangled into her decadently soft hair, and I pulled until she met my gaze. Her pupils were blown out, lips parted and wet. “Is this what you want to know? How full I’ll feel inside you?” I lowered to run my tongue along those lips that have been driving me absolutely crazy. “Or maybe how my mouth will be on your body?” I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth to suck on it lightly before releasing it.
She gasped, and her tongue went to taste and bite where I had been.
“You aren’t alone in this search for knowledge,” I said since her words seemed to be missing for once. I was happy to do all the talking, thrilled to list every dirty thing I wanted to do to her. “I think about these lips all the time. I think about sucking and licking them. I think about how they will look?—”
I cut myself off. My thoughts spilled out unfiltered and vulgar. I checked her to make sure I hadn’t gone too far.
“How?” she gasped, grinding herself heedlessly against my bulge. “How my lips will look doing what?”
I licked my lips and grinned at her. “Wrapped around my cock. I’m so hard for you.” I pivoted my hips to rock along her. “I think about you all the time. I watch you work, and it drives me crazy. I see your breasts in that shirt, and I want to squeeze and tongue them. Every inch of you. God, when I saw you take off your clothes, I thought I was going to lose it.”
“Yes. I-I want to know it all too.”
“Good.” I yanked her hips up and off the table, signaling she should wrap her ankles behind me. She obeyed so perfectly. “I’m going to get these out of the way.” I tugged on the elastic hem of her leggings.
She nodded, shifting to balance on one hand to help as I held her ass up with one hand and worked with her to tug down the leggings. I wanted to fall to my knees and devour her on the table right there. I collected myself. With her panties still on, I brought her ass back to the table. With both hands free, I coaxed her knees wide apart and ran my hands up her thigh.
“Fuck.” The fabric of her underwear was darkened from her dampness. I softly ran my finger over the material, knowing that she was going to be so hot and swollen when I finally pressed into her.
Instead of ripping off the only thing that stood between us, like I was desperate to, I brought myself back to her mouth, kissed her, memorized her, hands sprawling under the back of her sweater, thumb grazing her rib cage and up to the bottom of her breast. I pushed the sweater up and out of my way so I could fullylook at her.
“Okay?” I asked.
“God, yes.”
I took the permission and ran with it. I tugged down a lace bra to cup her breast. She groaned louder as I tweaked her nipple and ran my other hand up her thigh to brush my thumb against the growing wet spot.
