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She blinks once, twice, and I can tell I’m getting somewhere. I place my finger on her lips and she sucks in a breath.
“Now—shh. Let me be in charge.”
CHAPTER8
Elise
Oh. My. Fuck.Who is this sex god sent from above?
Wet heat pools in my panties and I’m about to come right here, right now, and we’ve barely done anything yet. Honestly, where the hell has this been my entire adult life?
Smith gently pushes me down onto the bed, spreading my legs apart with his very large hand, using the exact right amount of pressure to make me twitch beneath his touch. He grins up at me in the dark, then drops down to his knees between my thighs, tonguing my clit through the satin. I writhe beneath him, biting hard on my lower lip to keep from calling out.
He drags the thin material down my legs with his thumbs, kissing all the way down as he does so, and my heart pounds in my chest. I hope I don’t have a heart attack because this would be a very compromising position to explain away.
I run my hands through his hair as he licks and sucks, my hips arch up seeking more contact.
“Calm down, greedy girl. We have all night.” His hot breath on my skin causes me to shiver and he chuckles, the vibrations rumbling through my core. I wrap my legs around his strong back, running my hands over the ropey muscles in his shoulders. Now he groans in appreciation, and I smile up at the ceiling.
At least I haven’t totally lost my touch.
Skimming through my wetness, he sinks one, then two fingers into me. I gyrate on his hand and try to push down my self-consciousness as he runs his palm over my stomach. I desperately hope he’s not looking for abs, because those have been gone for quite a while.
I reach down and pull him up by the shoulders, so his body is pressed up against mine. Now we’re eye to eye, his pupils dark and wide with lust.
“Hi,” I murmur, self-conscious all of a sudden. Maybe the wine’s wearing off. Or maybe common sense is kicking in, I don’t know.
“Hi.” Smith grins, tiny laugh lines crinkling around his eyes, and whatever sense was creeping in flies right back out the window. I lean up and kiss him like he’s the last man I’ll ever kiss in this lifetime.
And it’s so. Fucking. Good.
I never want to stop kissing this man.
The thought springs into my head, but I don’t bother chasing it right now, instead focusing on Smith’s lips on mine, his hand cupping my breast, tweaking my hardened nipple until I’m panting.
“Do you like that, Elise?” he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin.
“Mmm,” I squeak out, stars dancing at the corners of my eyes as all the blood in my body rushes to my core. He fondles me, playing with my breasts, until I’m squirming beneath him, practically calling his name in need.
Reaching down, I fumble with the button of his jeans and another low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He undoes the button with one hand, then stands and steps out of his jeans, pulling his cock from his briefs.
My eyes widen as I take him in. He’s long and big and so fucking beautiful I’m glad the lights are off or I might actually pass out. Every inch of his body is strong and sculpted, like he’s straight out of an anatomy textbook, and my body is on fire for this man.
“You still okay?” he asks and I nod.
“More than.”
“We can take this slower if you want,” he says, stroking the length of his cock as he gazes down at me.
“I’m good.” I lick my lips, a buzzy nervousness zipping through my veins. “But we should use protection.”
“No problem.” Smith leans down, rummaging in his wallet and then sheaths up. “All good.” He climbs onto the bed next to me, the heat from his body a sharp contrast to the cool of the sheets.
He traces over the curves of my shoulder, my breasts, my stomach, all the way down the outside of my thigh and back up again, finding my wet center. When he thumbs my clit, my thighs clench and a tiny moan escapes my lips.
“When’s the last time you’ve been touched?” Smith asks, and my cheeks flame with embarrassment.
“A while.”
