Page 83 of A Duet of Darkness and Dreams

“Then we’ll go back to being friends,” she whispers, gripping the neck of my shirt and pulling my face back to hers.

I nod. “Friends. Right. But not tonight. Tonight, you’re mine, understood?”

She pushes up to touch her lips to mine. “Tonight, I’m yours.”

A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. The amount of times I’ve fantasized about exactly this moment—all the things I’ve dreamed of doing to her. But I only have one night. How can I fit an infinite number of touches and kisses and moans into one sleepless night?

Her lips latch on to my jaw and I groan before her hands slide down my stomach to grasp the bottom of my shirt. She lifts it up, and I help her take it off, tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. She places one hand on my chest, the other holding her up on the bed, and I watch as her eyes travel over my torso. I cover her hand with mine and lean down to kiss her again. Fuck, her kisses make every nerve come alive.

My mouth moves down to her neck, her throat, and her hot breath pants in my ear. My hands find their way to her hips and slide up, touching the soft skin of her stomach that sharply contracts at my touch. And the way she gasps . . . I wish I couldrecord it. I’d make an album of just the sounds she makes when I touch her.

I push her T-shirt up and move my way down, kissing just over her belly button.

“Dave,” she whimpers.

“Goddamn, that’s music to my ears, Disco Girl,” I say with a smirk.

A soft smile graces her face, and I watch in fascination as her head drops backward while my kisses continue their trail up her body. Her shirt lifts higher and higher, and she sighs as my thumbs brush the underside of her breasts. I grip the fabric with my teeth, pulling it up, exposing her. They’re so perfect, each fits in my hand like she was made for me. Gently massaging them, she squirms under my touch.

“Take it off,” she says.

I don’t hesitate, the shirt disappearing into the dark mess of my floor. Her nipples are peaked and dark, like two chocolate kisses, and I’d bet my life they taste just as good. My tongue flicks out to tease one. There’s a startled gasp, then a deep moan as my mouth encircles her nipple. Her fingers glide up the sides of my head, her nails scraping my scalp euphorically. My cock throbs desperately as her hips grind against mine. I need to be inside her—but first . . .

Kissing back down her gorgeous body, my fingers hook into the top of her shorts.

“Please,” she groans, her face flushed.

I run my tongue along her hip, then blow on it—the act causing goosebumps to sprout up all the way to her chest. I reach up and pinch her nipples, knowing they’ll be extra sensitive right now.

She cries out and I smile as my hands come back to her little shorts meant to torture me. “If I only have one night with you, Izzy,” I say, “I’m going to take my time.”

Her head shakes. “I might lose my mind if you don’t hurry up.”

As slowly as I can manage, I pull the shorts down her thighs, over her knees, her calves, then they’re gone. She clamps her legs together but I can smell her arousal, see the hint of her glistening wetness dampening her thighs.

“If you move any slower, I’m going to go blind,” she mutters.

I chuckle. “Who knew you were so impatient?”

“I’m not impatient. You’re deliberately torturing me.”

I slide my hand up her silky thigh, but her legs stay firmly clamped together.

“You know, generally speaking, you have to open your legs for this to work,” I tease.

I feel her muscles relax a bit. “Sorry, it’s just . . . it’s been a while. I’m nervous.”

Climbing over top of her, I stare into her dark brown eyes. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she breathes.

“Then spread those legs for me, Izzy. I want to feast on your pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”

Her eyes widen, and I take the moment to sear her lips in a devastating kiss. She wraps her arms around me, holding me to her as our mouths wrestle for dominance. Her thighs relax and slowly spread apart, my hand climbing up the inside of her thigh one inch at a time.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur against her mouth.

Her knees fall open, and my hand reaches the apex of her thighs, my fingers finding the skin there drenched.

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