Page 104 of Book Boyfriends
The buzz in my bloodstream grows with each kiss. Davis’s languid kisses are like savoring sips of an expensive wine; both restrained to not consume too quickly but greedy for every drop.
“Davis, wait,” I say breathless, scooting from him, his head tilting.
Placing the popcorn bowl down on the wicker coffee table in front of us, I unwrap the little moist towelettes he’d brought with the snacks and clean off my hands. “Would you mind cleaning your hands?” I grab a second towelette and hand it to him.
His right eyebrow quirks. “Why?”
“Because you likely have salt and butter on it from the popcorn, and I’d prefer not getting it all over me.” I flash a sultry expression.
In one of my books, I wouldn’t write my characters stopping to clean their hands. Their passionate kisses would just lead to a sexy romp with no thought of what fingers slathered in butter and salt may do to one’s lady bits. But this isn’t a book, this is my life, and as messy as it is, I’d prefer my vagina be unsalted and unbuttered.
Nodding, his mouth forms anO. He opens the packet and cleans his hands.
“Do you want to go down to my apartment?”
I crawl onto his lap. “Nope.”
“Here?”
I slip my jacket off and drop it on the sofa beside us. “Is that okay?”
“Very okay.” His hands coast down my body, cupping my backside. “The back gate, almost the car, and now the roof… Perhaps, you are an outdoorsy girl.”
“Perhaps… Or maybe you just bring a more adventurous side out of me?” Clasping his face, I lean in and take him in a deep kiss.
There’s no sweet preamble or tease. I want him, and I’m not holding back, not anymore. He opens fully for my demanding kisses. A pleased moan rumbles in his throat as my tongue slides over his.
His fingers curl tight around my ass, settling me on his growing erection. I move against him. The friction fans the wantonness crackling inside me. Tugging my blouse off, I toss it on top of my jacket and then remove my bra. Goosebumps erupt across my heated skin with the lick of cool air over my naked upper half.
Davis’s gaze meanders down my body, his eyes dark with need.
“I like the way you look at me,” I murmur.
“How do you think I look at you?” He trails one finger in a slow glide from the top of my belly button up my torso.
“Like you want to savor and gobble me up,” I say with a tiny hitch of breath.
“Mm hmm.” He leans in and flicks his tongue against my right nipple. “Perhaps, I’ll do both.”
“Oh god,” I whimper.
“God? I’ll have to do better, so it’s my name you’re moaning,” he hums against my skin before taking the hard bud into his mouth.
Back bowing, my fingers thread into his hair, keeping him in place. The combination of his animalistic noises, the loveliness of his mouth on me, and the friction of our middles coming together cranks the tension tight at my center. With nipping kisses, he moves to my other breast.
“Yes.” I move against him, chasing relief.
“Does my greedy girl want more?” he rasps and then bites on my nipple before soothing the tip with gentle strokes of his tongue.
“Yes!”
He kisses upward, sucking along my neck. “Do you know how sweet you taste?”
“And you haven’t had all of me yet.”
“Is that an invitation?”
I grind myself against him. “Yes.”
