Page 79 of I Knew You
“Then take me.” My fingers came up to lightly touch his delicious chest, which was dusted with dark hair. “Make me your?—”
He grabbed my arms and pulled me into him. His lips crashed into mine, a punishing kiss that I felt all the way into my fingertips and toes. Lips and teeth collided, the desire to devour one another unable to be contained. Hard and heavy, our tongues danced, and I savored every stroke.
His grip on me tightened as our mouths fused. He wrapped me in an embrace that pulled me almost impossibly closer to him. Yet he was slowing his movements and kisses, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I liked the passion and his displays of strength. So, I did what any inexperienced girl, with no idea what to do with herself, would do. I put my hand flushagainst his crotch, finding the evidence of his desire for me hard against my palm.
“That’s right, sweets.” He put his forehead to mine. “Do you see what you do to me?”
Goosebumps broke out all over my skin.
“Is this real?” I whispered, my words filled with wonder and delight.
He smiled. “I can assure you, what you’re feeling right now is completely, one hundred percent real.”
As I laughed, his lips caught mine again. I dropped my hand, but he ground his pelvis into my own, his hands roving along my sides. My head tipped back to allow him greater access to lick and kiss across my neck and down farther…farther…
“I need this off,” he growled, grabbing the ends of my shirt and pulling it up. I put my hands up to let him drag the shirt off, which he promptly threw across the room.
My breasts were encased in a full-coverage black bra. I wasn’t planning on this, so it wasn’t fancy, but from the look on his face, he didn’t mind. But I became increasingly nervous as he stared at me. Even my stomach, nowhere near flat or hard, was on full display. Yet, I saw nothing in his eyes except desire.
He bent and kissed the tops of my breasts where they spilled slightly over my bra. I languished in his touch as his hands roved up and peeled the material down, his mouth pressing open, wet kisses down my chest, until he took my breast into his mouth and sucked hard.
My mind separated from my body as an ungodly moan poured from my lips.
“So damn responsive,” he muttered with a smile as he used his tongue to tease my nipple—first one, then the other. Nothing had ever felt so good.
I’d experienced quick fondling and kisses on my breastsbefore, but I’d never had a man spend so much time savoring them.
“Lie down,” he commanded, and a thrill ran through me straight from my brain down to my crotch.
“Yes, sir,” I replied submissively, my words serious, and I watched his eyes light up with new interest. I scooted back on the bed, never losing eye contact with him while gently lying down. I was adept at adjusting my mindset to work around discomfort in my back, and this situation was no different. Wild horses couldn’t have stopped me.
The quiet was comfortable, our eyes and movements talking more than our words ever could. He pulled at my leggings, working them down my legs until I was able to gently kick them off and onto the floor.
He stood and looked down at me, lying only in my black cotton underwear. I felt vulnerable and imperfect, but so very alive.
“Look at you,” he said, his deep voice gravely, creating a path of want from my ears to my core. Usually, I would have felt fear or embarrassment at that type of praise, but I felt safe and free with him.
Not thinking twice, I lifted a little and reached up to unspool my hair from its messy bun. My dark tresses, one of my favorite assets, spilled onto the bed and around my shoulders. He ran his hand over his hair, that nervous gesture, like what I had just done was too much. But the bulge in his sweatpants seemed to get even harder, tenting them.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, and he took one of my legs and lifted it like it was nothing as he stepped up to the bed. He kissed down my leg, and I tried to push all thoughts of insecurity away from my brain.
“Quit thinking,” he commanded, looking at me from where his lips pressed against my knee.
“I can’t help it,” I whispered, but I let my arms fall open on the bed, allowing myself to be completely open to his gaze.
“Enjoy what I’m doing to you,” he whispered back, between the hot, wet kisses. “This means everything to me.” More kisses pressed against my leg, moving up and up. “If you knew the number of times I’ve wanted to do this…”
“Do what?” I asked, my voice sounding slightly embarrassed and strained.
“This.” He dropped to his knees, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down the bed, my legs on his broad shoulders. I was unable to gather any wits before his hot breath was between my legs, right up against the damp fabric of my underwear.
He stayed there, so close to my center, yet far enough away that there was no skin-to-skin contact. “Tell me what you want, Julianna.” It took a moment for me to register that he’d spoken as his exhales drifted over my sensitive areas.
“W-what do you mean?”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you right now.”
I dared to look down my body, and there he was, between my legs, dealing me a predatory, audacious look.
