Page 73 of Silver Linings
“I’ll give you anything you want, Silver. All you have to do is say the word.” His palms skate up each leg over my sheer tights, his warmth searing me like a brand. “Do you want to come on my hand or on my tongue?”
I nearly choke. I’ve imagined this very scenario, but in my wildest fantasies, I never imagined Hendrix to be quite so sure and assertive. I’m used to having to direct men in the bedroom if I wanted to get off, but something tells me that won’t be the case here. Hendrix will know exactly how to handle me.
“Both.” I score my hand through his dark locks.
His eyes darken as he reaches under my skirt for the banding of my tights. His fingers slip inside as he looks up at me, waiting. It takes me a second to realize he’s asking for consent. “Yes,” I whisper, desperate for him to continue.
He grips the edges of the nylon and slowly peels them down, exposing my thighs to the air. I kick out of my shoes and tights as he reaches for the side zipper of my skirt, and next thing I know, I’m standing in my underwear.
Hendrix sits back on his heels, breathing deeply as he takes me in, rubbing his hand back and forth over the stubble I want to feel scraping against my thighs.
“Fuck,”he grits out. “I’ve been dreaming about these little scraps of lace you call underwear since that first day I came to your apartment. It’s sick how much I’ve thought about it.” He reaches out and runs his finger under the thin band of my pink lace thong. “ Do you always wear things like this under all your colorful outfits?” He pulls the band back, snapping it onto my skin.
I shiver at his touch and the focus he has zeroed in at my center. “Pretty much,” I say, shifting back and forth to help relieve some of the tension between my thighs.
The movement doesn’t go unnoticed. “Didn’t I tell you to be patient?” He tuts, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, making me whimper.
“You’re evil,” I pant, heart pounding.
He places more soft kisses, intermixed with teasing bites to my thighs, ratcheting my anticipation higher and higher. “You won’t be saying that in a few minutes.”
“I’ll get you back for this.”
“I’m looking forward to that.” The pure male arrogance in his voice is so arousing, I could slap myself for being so turned on. “But until then, I want to take my time. You don’t go to a Michelin starred restaurant and not savor every bite, do you?” He sinks his teeth into my hip bone, hands cupping the back of my thighs. “Now be quiet and let me eat. The next sound out of your mouth better be my name or a moan.”
Oh God. Where did he come from?
Slowly, so slowly I might scream, Hendrix pulls my underwear to the side and sees the evidence of my arousal practically dripping down my legs.
“Fuck.” He parts me with his thumb, sliding the digit back and forth through my folds as a groan tears out of my throat. He pulls his finger out and sucks it into his mouth, moaning in pleasure. My eyes nearly cross at the filthy view. “Delicious.”
I think I might die from the euphoria.
Hendrix grasps one of my thighs, placing it over his shoulder, then shocks the hell out of me by doing the same with my other thigh until I’m hovering in the air, his face inches away from my core.
“Perch that gorgeous ass on the shelf for me, Sunshine.”
I look behind me at the recently renovated shelf and back to Hendrix. “What if I break it?” I whisper, as if anyone else could hear me.
He smirks a devil’s grin at me. “Then I’ll fix it. It’s kinda my thing, you know.”
“You’re insufferable like this,” I complain with no real conviction as I obey his order and settle my ass gently on the shelf, a leg on each shoulder anchoring me.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, and I preen under the attention, my body flushing hot all over.
“There’s a lot of talking coming out of that mouth…” I squirm against his grip, trying to bridge that final gap between us.
He places a chaste kiss to each of my hip bones, forcing me to wriggle against his grasp.
“Hendrix,”I whine. Never in my life have I been so worked up when I’ve barely even been touched. Something about his brand of torture speaks to me on a level that feels borderline religious. Somehow, he knows my body and its needs intrinsically, as if he were made for me. No one could ever compare to him if this is what his foreplay feels like.
He chuckles against my skin, mouth mere inches away from where I need him, and I’ve had enough. I grab his hair in my fist, pulling him away from me with monumental effort when what I really want is him closer. His pupils are blown wide, looking up at me from between my legs, a man possessed. The sight has me close to detonating.
“You have five seconds before I take matters into my own hands.”
His eyes darken even further. “As much as I want to watch you touch yourself, let’s table that fantasy for another time. I’m focusing on a different one right now.”
Before I can protest further, he finally bridges the gap, licking a path from my hip bone straight to where I’m open and weeping for release.
