Page 48 of Dream Chaser
As his teeth graze my inner thigh, the heat between them intensifies, and my nipples are so hard they ache. I have never been so turned on in my entire life—never.
He hooks his thumbs in my sleep shorts and pulls them down slowly.
“The fanfare is unnecessary.”
He lifts my foot and removes one side. “That would be more convincing if you weren’t holding onto my hair like if you let go”—he looks up at me, moss green eyes framed by thick dark lashes—“you might fall.”
I release my grip, and his hand covers mine.
“I didn’t ask you to stop.”
I open my mouth to tell him just to stop talking and get naked when he stands, and his lips crash into mine again. His hands are on my waist as he moves me up the bed. His knees are between my legs, pushing them apart before grinding against me.
He’s still in sweats, but that does little to lessen the feel of his hard body against me … all of it.
I may not be proud of myself, but I’ve glanced down and checked out his “package.” I could tell he had nothing to be ashamed of in the locker room, but I didn’t expect him to feel this thick, this long, and Lord help me, this heavy. Hell, just feeling him, I have no doubt that he’s going to make everyone before him feel like a freaking prequel.
His mouth moves with purpose—lips dragging, tongue teasing my jawline, my neck, breath hot as sin. And when he pulls away, it’s only to press another kiss …lower.
My shirt is gone before I even notice his hands have moved. One moment, I am kissing him back, gripping his shoulders like they’re anchors, and the next, I am completely bare, chest rising, and nipples aching as they brush against his.
His kisses move lower and lower. I arch my back, showing him where I want his mouth, but he brushes just beside the peak, ghosting heat over sensitive skin, deliberately avoiding the place Ineedhim.
“Skinner,” I whisper, arching into nothing.
I feel his lips curve up as he cups my breasts and kisses beneath them, then the other. “Nah. You’re not ready yet.”
He works his way down like he intends on touching every part of my body when I really just want him inside of me. His tongue trails over the curve of my belly, calloused hands grip my waist with almost enough pressure that it could be confused for possessiveness, but he wouldn’t dare; that’s not what this is. He’s not claiming me, and I sure as hell am not trying to be claimed.
I ache lower, too, but I won’t presume Griffon Skinner is that giving.
He steps off the bed and drops his sweats, but before I can shove up on my elbows and get a good look, he’s on his knees between my legs, thick fingers curling into the backs of my thighs as his lips press the softest parts of me—the crease of my hip, the inside of my thigh, places I didn’t know could throb until now.
And still, he doesn’t touch the place that is wet, and pulsing, andso damn ready.
I whimper, legs trembling.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “I haven’t even started.”
He sits up, and holy … fucking … shit.
My breath catches. My eyes widen. Every thought empties out of my skull as I take him in—allof him.
Broad chest already bare, abs dusted with hair that point straight to his thick, heavy cock now hanging between solid thighs. Veins, curve, girth—it iseverything.More than I expected. Enough to make me consider calling uncle.
He smirks. “You didn’t know you were getting a two-fer, did you?”
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
His voice drops an octave. “I’m a show-er and a grower, and bonus—I move bodies for a living.”
He palms my sex, his finger tracing a delicate line up my cleft. His voice is a low rumble as he asks, “And you, Izzy Ross?” He licks his lips, his gaze smoldering as he looks down at me. “You’re about to get moved.” He presses a tender kiss to my belly, a spot I’d normally try to hide, not out of shame for my curves, but because men like him—swaggering, athletic Casanovas—always seem to prefer the waifish, model types, with their surgically enhanced bodies.
He growls against my flesh, his voice a husky whisper. “I knew your body would be sexy as hell, all laid out and bared to me, but I never expected it to be this damn intoxicating.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, his tongue and lips blazing a trail across my hips, like a match struck in the dark.
He lifts my lower half, his stubble grazing my skin as he nips at one ass cheek, then the other. “I’m not the kind of guy who plays games to see how far a girl will go, but say the word, and I’ll worship this ass and make you feel so damn good.”
