Page 53 of Naz & Roz

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Roz was acutely aware of cool air whispering over her skin the very same way Naz’s mouth followed the same path. Her skin prickled with goosebumps every single time his lips touched down in a new place. Her bare shoulder, the column of her throat, and then her chin. His tongue would strike out to taste her, too, with each kiss.

It was slow.

Soft.

Deliberate.

It had to be deliberate. Because with each touch of his hands sliding along her curves and removing clothing, and every kiss finding new places on her skin to taste … the heat pooling in her gut intensified. It sent warmth shooting down between her thighs, and it made her shake.

So breathless.

She was so caught up in the way he was taking his time to learn her body that she barely realized she was now standing in nothing but a light blue lace bralette and panty set. That he’d somehow removed all of her clothes, and mostly his, too. So fucking distracted by him, in fact, that she didn’t know they were inside his bedroom until the backs of her legs hit the bed.

Oh, my God.

“Naz,” he murmured against the hollow of her throat. “Not God. Naz, babe. And you can say it as loudly and as often as you want tonight.”

Roz blinked.

Had she said that out loud?

Damn.

And then his lips left her throat but only so that he could get her mouth crushed against his instead. Roz barely even felt the softness of the sheets grazing her legs as she was pushed down against the mattress. It was easy to forget where she was when all she wanted was him, and more.

Too easy, really.

His rough palms soothed her shaking thighs with warm strokes. Up, and then down. Up, and then inward. Roz found widening her legs to let him slip in between was second nature. No hesitancy, and no fear.

She thought she would be nervous.

Shouldn’t she be?

It was easy with Naz.

Like breathing.

She expected him to lower to the bed with her, but instead, he went to his knees. Roz sucked in a sharp breath when his mouth ghosted over her navel, and then lower still. His knuckles grazed her inner thighs and sent shivers racing over her skin.

It was only him moving between her thighs from his position kneeling on the floor that sent her racing out of that daze he’d put her in. No one had ever, ever, ever done what she thought he was going to do. And that was enough to make her nervous.

“Wait, what—”

“Shh,” Naz murmured, “there’s a hell of a lot more to fucking than fucking, Roz. You see, if I just wanted to fuck, it’s not going to be good for you at all. At least, not this time around. It’ll be too fucking much, and it’ll hurt. You don’t want that, and neither do I. Right?”

She sucked in a sharp breath when those knuckles of his slid over the line of her panties, and sent shocks jolting through her nerves. “Right.”

His dark gaze lifted to find hers and he echoed, “Right, babe. So, I’m going to make you feel amazing first. Get you feeling high. Because this here …” Two of his fingers slipped under the gusset of her panties, and slid along her center. Soft strokes of his fingers against her clit had her lips falling open, and noises crawling out of her that she hadn’t heard before. “Yeah, this here needs loved, and I’m going to enjoy doing that. It needs to be ready, Roz. And then it’s only going to feel really fucking good. Okay?”

Roz wasn’t even sure how the word slipped past her lips given the fact she felt like she couldn’t take in air, but it still did. “Okay.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” Naz leaned in, and that teasing mouth of his edged around her center while his fingers played. Those fucking fingers of his were working her into another daze, only this one was sure to end beautifully. “And I want to hear you, Roz. You make the best music with your fingers, but I bet what comes out of your mouth is going to be something else entirely. And I want to hear it.”

Fuck.

His fingers came out of her long enough to pull the panties down her thighs, and then they were right back where she wanted them to be. Along with his mouth, too.