Page 120 of Cloudless
Blood pumps through my veins like an overflowing river, begging for the dam to give and set it free. Begging for the release that waits just beyond the barrier. I struggle to swallow as black lace comes into view. My voice is unrecognizable as I struggle to take in a lungful of air. “I’m not going to last.”
She shakes her head as desperate fingers slide under my shirt. “I don’t care.”
The contrast between her warm, smooth skin and the rough lace against the tips of my fingers has my cock twitching against the zipper of my pants. I trace the edge of the fabric with gentle fingers as I prepare myself to cross the barrier. To cross into the unknown world that lies beyond what strangers see at the beach or by the pool. To venture into a land of temptation like I’ve never known. “I’m going to make this good for you.”
“Just being close to you will make it good for me.”
I shake my head as the tip of my index finger disappears under the black fabric. “You misunderstand me.” My smile grows with the furrow of her brow. “That just means you’re going to have to be agood girlfor me and come before I get inside you.” My nostrils flare at just the thought of sinking into her. Of claiming her as mine. “Can you do that for me?” A soft moan escapes her lips as she nods. “Tell me, Lila. Use your words.”
She tilts her head back to expose her gorgeous throat. “Yes.”
My voice is a growl as the tip of my middle finger disappears under the fabric. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, I-I can be a—” her throat bobs as she struggles to find her words in the haze of my exploration, “—good girland come before you get inside me.”
Sweat beads on her brow as I grind my teeth.
Slowly, Kam. Take it slow.
Her hips lift involuntarily to seek the pressure and pleasure only I can give as I lift her shirt over her head. The swelling of her breasts rises and falls with every breath she takes.
Chills follow my finger as I trace the dip of her throat, down between her breasts, to reach her belly button. I hesitate for only a moment before continuing my path down to the hem of her leggings.
The pitiful excuse for a barrier gives easily under my determined fingers. The heat of her skin grows as I find purchase in the thin fabric and slowly start peeling it down her legs.
I don’t take her trust for granted as she lays in the center of my bed with scraps of fabric covering her most intimate areas.
Her heated gaze follows every move I make as I neatly fold her clothes and place them on the end of the bed. Her voice is so quiet I almost can’t hear her. “You don’t have to do that.”
I shake my head as I settle between her legs. “If I can’t respect your things, how am I supposed to show you that I respect you?”
I grip the hem of my shirt with full intentions of ripping it over my head and slinging it to the floor. “Wait!” I raise my brows as she sits up. Her blush returns in full force. “Let me do it.” My hands slowly lower to my sides. Her hair sways behind her as she settles on her knees in the middle of the bed. My knees nearly buckle under me as her eyes turn heated. She jerks her chin as her tiny fingers dig into the hem of my shirt. “Lift your arms, Trouble.”
My immediate compliance earns me a breathtaking smile as she drags my shirt over my head. The muscles in my stomach flex and strain under her heated gaze as she carefully folds my shirt and places it over hers.
Shaky fingers grip my zipper as I fight to keep my hands still by my sides. The unintentional brush of her index finger over the bulge in my pants has a groan falling from my lips before I can contain it.
Her smile turns mischievous as she does it again, this time with much more deliberate movements.
“You’re killing me, Sunshine.”
Her answering smile distracts me for only a moment before she’s pushing my pants down my legs. The cool air from theroom is a welcome distraction against my overheated skin with every new inch of skin she reveals.
I allow her the symbolism of folding my pants and placing them on hers. As soon as her eyes lift from the neatly folded pile of clothes, my hand circles her ankle and pulls. The air rushes from her lungs as she lands on her back with a thunk. Her eyes flash with annoyance. “Hey! I wasn’t done!”
The boxers still around my waist are the farthest thing from my mind. “I can’t wait another second to see all of you.”
My fingers are warm against her cool skin as I find the clasp at her back. Our eyes connect and the world stills around us as I flick open the clasp. Her straps hang loosely on her shoulders for only a second before I’m pulling the fabric away.
My breath stalls in my chest as my eyes trace every inch of her. Her pink buds, the same color as the blush gracing her cheeks, stretch for me as the cool air hits them.
My fingers shake as I grasp the delicate fabric covering what’s left of her and pull it down her legs. I don’t allow myself to look at her before I get them all the way off. I’m not sure I’d be able to find the restraint to take care of them properly if I didn’t.
As I finally look at her, atallof her, I can hardly breathe. To think someone so precious would want to give something so special tome.
Her fingers dig into the comforter under her as she watches me. I hate the worry I see in her eyes as she tries to gauge my reaction. To see if Ilikewhat I see. What a ridiculous thought.
I hope she can hear the awe, thereverence, in my voice. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to be more beautiful.” My hungry eyes trace every square inch of her body as I try to catch my breath. The juncture between her legs glistens in the dim light. “Where should I start? Should I start here?” I ghost the tip of my finger over the swell of her breast. Her quick intake of breath is fuel to my desire. With a featherlight touch, I trail myfinger over her breast, down past her belly button, until I reach the soft patch of curls between her legs. “Or should I start here?”
