Page 70 of Until Then

Every kiss I’ve ever had pales in comparison to the way Derrick consumes me.

Without breaking our connection, he grabs me by the waist and sets me on the counter. Then he moves those hands to my thighs and spreads my legs wider before stepping between them. Wrapping one arm around his neck, I arch back and rock my hips against him.

A towel.

That’s all that separates me from his bare skin.

“Derrick,” I breathe when he peppers gentle kisses down my neck.

When he hits a ticklish spot where my neck meets my collarbone, a shiver works its way through me, and goose bumps erupt on my skin. He presses open-mouthed kisses across my collarbone, then the swells of my breasts. My jog bra suddenly feels more constricting than ever. “Take it off,” I beg. “I need it off. Too tight.”

He obliges, deftly helping me slip out of it. The instant I’mfree, my breaths come easier, but at the fire in his eyes as he takes in my half-naked form, it’s gone again.

He stares at my breasts, eyes dark with an obsession I’ve never seen before.

“C-Can I?” He looks up at me, catching his lip between his teeth. “Can I?—”

Arching closer, desperate for his touch, I blurt out, “God, yes. Please.”

Gently, he cups a breast in each palm, feeling their weight. I’m not flat-chested, but I’m not all that well-endowed, either. They’re tear-drop shaped and far from perfect in my eyes. But in his? I see nothing but adoration for my body.

He swallows audibly and fixes his attention on my face. “You’re perfect, Izzy. So fucking perfect. You know that?”

I nod, because right now, that’s exactly how I feel.

He ducks his head, taking my left nipple into his mouth. He nips and flicks and sucks until it’s a stiff peak, and when he lets go, I whimper. Blessedly, he’s quickly paying the right the same attention.

When he finally takes my shorts off, he’s going to find mesoaked, and I don’t care one bit.

I rest my hand on the knot of his towel and graze my fingernails over his bare stomach, relishing the way his muscles contract in response.

This time, I’m the one asking for permission to explore.

When he straightens and nods, I eagerly tug at the towel, and it drops, revealing him in all his naked glory. And glory it is.

His wide shoulders and tapered waist are like an arrow pointing straight to his cock.

He’s already hard, or maybe still hard. I don’t actually know whether he came in the shower. I wrap my hand aroundhis length, and my stomach does a flip. Fuck, he’s thick. Thick and long and perfect. My vagina is going to bedestroyed, but in the best way.

He shivers at my touch and it’s quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I lick my lips with anticipation and tighten my core muscles to quell the need pulsing there. “Have you thought about my hand on your cock?”

He closes his eyes, jaw clenching, and tips his head back. “Yes.” He fists his hands at his sides, like he’s working hard to restrain himself.

It only turns me on further.

I give him one stroke. “What about my mouth?”

His chest rises and falls with each heavy inhale and exhale, pulling my attention there. To the light dusting of chest hair. With my free hand, I trace my thumb over his right nipple and rake through the hair with my fingertips.

I bat my eyes up at him when he doesn’t answer me. “You don’t want me to put my mouth on your cock?”

His Adam’s apple bobs, his dark irises burning. “You’ve got to stop talking about my dick.”

A laugh escapes me, causing my chest to brush against his torso. My nipples pebble, somehow even harder than they already were. “Why?”

“Because every time the word cock leaves your mouth, I’m afraid I’m going to blow my load like a teenager.”

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