Page 63 of Crash
I stepped forward, not knowing where this was going. Scratch that, I did know where but wasn’t sure how far.
“Touch me,” he said.
I glanced at his chest and froze. He wanted me totouch him?“What…”
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “Trust me. I’m going to like it.”
I swallowed hard. It was different from that night we slept together. It was different from just kissing. This was a whole new ball game with a higher degree of difficulty.
“I won’t touch you,” he whispered. “This is about you.”
He wanted me to get used to him before he tried to touch me. More than I already had.Moreintimately.At the thought of him doing something like that had my heart all fluttery.
Reaching out, I paused before my fingers came into contact with his skin. Feeling self-conscious, I backed away.
“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
Turning, I pulled a purple scarf from the hook on the back of the door and ran the silk through my fingers. It slipped through easily, the material soft against my skin. This would do nicely.
Venturing back to Lincoln, I stood before him. He glanced at the scarf in my hands and back to me with a quizzical expression.
“No peeking,” I said, my voice low. Raising the scarf, I placed it over his eyes and tied it into a bow at the back of his head.
“Shit, Vee,” he said huskily. “You sure you don’t know how to turn a man on?”
I tested the blindfold and found it was pretty well in place. “Why do you say that?”
“You’re doing a pretty fucking good job right now.”
Shivering, I bit on my lower lip and thought about the scenes from my romance books. I guess I was. Reaching out, I placed my hands on his shoulders, feeling his warmth underneath my palms.
I didn’t want to do something wrong, but he’d said that anything I did he would like. Was it that easy? I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his forehead. Small steps.
Lincoln drew in a breath as I moved lower, first kissing the corner of his jaw, and then trailing my lips along his stubble. Placing a chaste kiss on his lips, I moved back to see where I could go next. Lowering my head, I moved my lips along his neck and over hisshoulder,my gaze flickering back to make sure his blindfold was still in place.
He was right about one thing. He looked hot almost naked with his eyes covered like that. I could suddenly see what all the fuss was about.
Settling on my knees, I placed my hands on his thighs and pressed my lips against his chest—right over his heart. Shivering, I bit on my lower lip and thought about the scenes from my romance books. This time, I paused as I neared his left nipple. Racking my brain, I wondered what I should do, but what was that he’d said before about thinking versus doing? Sometimes you just had todo.
Glancing up at him once more, I flicked the tip of his nipple with my tongue, and he hissed, his muscles flexing, so I did it again.
“Vee…”
“Is that okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he replied, his hands tightening around the edge of the mattress.
His words made me feel bolder, so instead of licking again, I sucked his nipple into my mouth and bit softly. He moaned and let his head fall back, and my tiny spark of confidence began to grow even brighter. I was making him feel good.Me.
What else could I do? That couldn’t be it. Pulling off my top and shoving out of my jeans, I knelt before him in nothing but my bra and knickers. He couldn’t see, but I’m sure he was imagining right about now. I leaned forward and lightly bit his right nipple, my right hand on his chest, my thumb rolling around the other. Rising up, I brought my mouth against his and kissed him, my tongue darting out to meet his.
As always, when we were like this, things began to get a little blurry. His hold over me began to strengthen, and my kiss became a little more desperate, my body humming even though his hands were still firmly grasping the edge of the mattress. Could I do this now? It felt right.
Placing my hands on his thighs, he tensed as I ran my palms upward. Curling my fingers into the hem of his boxers, I began to peel the material down. I wanted to see, I wanted more, and I wanted to be free.
“Wait.” Lincoln gasped, and I shot back, sitting up on my heels.
“Why?” Had I done something wrong? Shouldn’t I have gone for the sweet spot? I had to admit to myself that I was turned on. I could feel it between my legs—hot and wet.
