Page 99 of Just One Look
Probably Not Enough Kissing
“Great God almighty.”It wasn’t enough to say about that orgasm, but it was all she could come up with. She was still shaking. Also, she wanted more.
In answer, he pulled her down by the hips and kissed her lower belly, and she shook a little more. And when she finally managed to slide the rest of the way down him, she was still breathing hard.
Did her knees hurt from the wood floor? Yes, they did. Did she care? No, she did not. She was holding his head in her hands, kissing his mouth the way she wanted to, like it was hers and she was going to take all of it. Kissing her way down his neck, and then his chest, as he got his hand behind her neck and held her there, his touch light, but so possessive, it sent a hard rush through her. She squirmed, and he was starting to breathe harder himself.
She wanted to do more. She wanted to do everything. She kept kissing him as her hands explored the contours of his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms, then trailed her fingers back up as her lips pressed against his chest and moved on down, her hands smoothing over the rasp of hair, dark skin, and every muscle he had.
He was anatomy class. He was a statue on a pedestal. And right now, he was hers.
He was still wearing his shorts, and when she got her hands under the waistband and started to pull them down his legs, he groaned. And, yes, there he was.
Oh, yeah. He could put babies in a woman for sure. And that was going to feel sogood.He couldn’t move his head or jar his neck? She had that covered. She got the shorts off him, then crawled back up over his body, laid her cheek against his taut midriff with its arrow of dark hair, and let her breasts enfold him. And he groaned again.
She turned her head and kissed his skin, touching each of his ribs with her mouth, and asked, “Do you have a condom? I want to take care of you now.”
“Uh …” he said. “Uh … yeh. Bedroom.”
“Stay here,” she told him, between those butterfly kisses that were making his skin twitch. “I’ll get it.”
“No,” he said. “Floor’s too hard for you.” He shoved her up, then sat up himself. It must have hurt, but he sure didn’t seem to care. “Come on,” he told her. “Let’s go.”
* * *
Half of him was saying,“Get her up there before she changes her mind.” The other half was saying, “If you’re thinking that, you should stop and ask her if she’s sure.” That half was losing, and when she was heading up the stairs ahead of him and he had his hands on her hips, her waist, and then, as they reached the top, her full breasts, and he was pressed up close behind her, feeling all of that? That half had lost. His hands pinching, smoothing, diving lower, until he had one of them right there where she was wet, the other one still working on that breast, and he was saying, “Oh, yeh. That’s good. You’re so wet. Give me some more of that.”
He felt the moment the shiver started in her, and then he felt the full-body shudder. He said, “I want to do dirty things to you. Right here.”
“Your … neck.” It was a gasp.
“I’ll stand up,” he said. “And you won’t.” He got that shudder again, pinched her nipple a little more between his fingers, and asked, “How do you want it?”
* * *
What?Whoaskedthat? She’d thought they’d be in his bedroom. Lying on his bed, kissing. That was the plan! She knew how to do that!
She couldn’t concentrate. The things he wasdoingto her …
She said, “I, uh …”
“Elizabeth.” He turned her in his arms, and now, he was Luka again. Hard body, gentle touch. He lifted her hair from her face, drew a slow thumb down her cheek, and said, “It’s not a trick question, baby. I’m asking you what you want.”
“Oh. Uh … the usual’s fine. I mean, whatever.” Oh, yes, this was extremely smooth. Was she out of her depth here or what? He was going to be expecting a whole sexual rodeo, and she’d barely mastered the pony ride!
His hand got more gentle, if that were possible. “You want me to decide?”
“Yes. That would be …” She swallowed. “That would be better. Also, I, uh … don’t need any extra stimulation. I mean, I get enough stimulation as it is.”
“You mean that you can come just from me fucking you.”
That sent another pulse of heat through her, and it was doing something for him, too. He had a hand on her backside now and was pulling her into him, and she felt the length of him against her and shuddered again, then said, “Yes. If you do it, uh, long enough. And maybe …”
He said, “What? You can tell me.”
“If you do it hard, at the end,” she said. “I like it hard. I like it a little …” She couldn’t go on. How did you say this? How did you ask for what you’d never had?
He said, “What if I want to give you extra stimulation anyway?”
