Page 41 of Backed By You
She doesn’t answer. She closes the distance between us, urging me to bend toward her as her lips meet mine hesitantly at first, then with growing need. My hands find her waist, pulling her flush against me as our kiss deepens. The soft gasp she makes sends heat racing through me.
Her arms circle my neck and her fingers thread through my hair, nails lightly scraping my scalp. I groan. Her lips are warm and pliant under mine. My tongue traces the seam of her lips and she opens for me. Our tongues meet in a slow, sensual dance. The whiskey on my breath mingles with her sweetness, creating an intoxicating flavor that’s entirely us.
Whiskey and honey.
I’ve spent a second tasting her and I’m fucking addicted.
When we finally break apart, she’s breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” she admits, her fingertips dancing over the back of my neck. “I got tired of waiting for you to make the first move.”
My thumb traces the curve of her jaw, tilting her gaze to mine. I search her eyes, desperate to know. “You want me, sweetheart?” I ask. Low, tentative, like her answer might break me.
And it does.
At her shallow nod, I growl.
My cock hard and straining in my jeans, I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the way she melts against me. Myhand slides up her back, feeling the warmth of her skin under her thin top.
Her hands come to rest on my shoulders, then slide down my chest until she’s gliding her fingers beneath my shirt. Her palms flat against my chest. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” she says softly, her nails gliding over my pecs.
“Callie,” I groan. I grip her hips firmly. Ready to hold her in place permanently, or end this all together. “Are you sure about this?”
She looks up at me through thick, knee-weakening lashes, and the sight nearly undoes me.
“Yes.”
Goddammit.
I capture her mouth with mine. The kiss hungrier, deeper. Her body responds as she presses against me, her hands grasping at my shoulders for purchase as I lean over her.
“Lie down,” I growl against her lips.
I gently lay her back onto the bed. Her hair fans over the pillow, and moonlight catches the flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. Her breath quickens.
I prowl over her on the bed, my knee resting between her thighs. I press my lips to her collarbone, neck, jaw, before trailing down her sternum. I take my time, and with every breath on her skin, she arches into me. I push her shirt up slowly, revealing every inch of honey-soft skin. She watches me, her breath coming faster as my fingers graze over the peaks of her breasts. I bend to kiss between them, over her heart.
“Beau,” she whispers, her hands threading through my hair.
“Let me take care of you,” I tell her, my lips moving to the soft curve of her breast.
She arches her back as I lick and suck at one pert nipple. She whimpers when I pull away to kiss down her stomach. My rough palms slide along her sides, memorizing every dip, every curve.When I reach the waistband of her shorts, I look up at her, seeking permission.
She lifts her hips and I slowly slide them down her legs.No panties.No bra.
She knew what she wanted tonight.
The sight of her, laid out before me in nothing but the dim light of the moon, steals my breath. “Fucking beautiful,” I groan.
My cock strains painfully in my jeans as I position myself between her legs and gently part her thighs. The glisten of her pretty pink pussy has my cock weeping.
Her breathing grows ragged, and when I finally taste her, her gasp sends a surge of desire through me. The taste of her—thesmellof her. I bury my face between her thighs and groan with every lap of my tongue through her folds.
Her hips lift from the bed as my attention—and tongue—aims for her throbbing clit. Wet and needy. When she starts to squirm, I lock my arms around her thighs and pin her between my mouth and the mattress. She whimpers and gasps, moving against my mouth. Grinding against my face.
“Beau,” she moans, her hand darting out to fist my hair. The action spurs me on to unravel her completely.
I flatten my tongue over her clit, groaning as I flick and swirl over her sopping wet pussy. The tension in her body builds and she trembles.She’s close. “Don’t stop,” she pleads. “Please, don’t stop. Oh, Beau…”
I keep my pace, increasing the pressure ever so slightly that it causes her to break. She screams. Arching off the bed with a cry of my name as she comes beneath my tongue.Fucking perfect.
