Page 185 of Back in the Saddle

His voice was a rough, sleepy, sexy purr when he asked, “Where you goin’?”

“Go back to sleep,” I whispered.

He pulled my nightie up at the back and then went into my panties with both hands, pressing me forward so my pelvis was tight to his.

Or more aptly, I was pressed to his hard cock.

“Where you goin’?” he repeated.

“Nowhere,” I whispered.

His eyes got lazy, he looked to my mouth, then he kissed me.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from Eric in this department…exactly. I just knew it would be good.

But, man, what commenced wasn’t good.

It was life altering.

Deep, wet, unhurried kisses. Hands (both his and mine) roaming, exploring, discovering.

Eventually, he rolled on top of me, and his lips, tongue and teeth moved deep into the exploring mode, striking out along my jaw, neck, below my ears.

Down.

Across my chest, between my breasts.

He tugged the stretchy bodice of my nightie over one of my breasts, and, vaguely bummed that it wasn’t in one of my good nighties, I whispered, “Sorry about the nightie. I wanted it to be a special one.”

I licked my lips at how nice his warm hand felt covering my exposed breast. And it felt so nice, I didn’t notice for a second that was all he did, and I didn’t have his mouth on me anymore at all.

I tipped my chin down to look at him, only to note his gaze was on me.

The instant I caught his eyes, he whispered, “It’s not the nightie, Jessie. It was never the nightie. It was always the woman in the nightie.”

Hang on.

Wait.

Oh my God.

Did he just say that?

I stared into warm, black eyes.

He said it.

I squirmed under him to get back to his mouth. Mission accomplished, I kissed him, and with an almighty heave (which, granted, I think he allowed), I rolled him to his back.

After I broke our kiss, it was my mouth and teeth and tongue exploring his stubbled jaw (nice), his neck (yum), his corded throat (delicious).

Down.

His pec (amazing).

And I didn’t dally. I scraped my teeth along his nipple before I suckled at it, testing if he was sensitive there. His hand sifting into my hair and the low noise he made told me was.

Excellent.

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