Page 469 of Small Town Firsts
“What are you doing?”
“Figuring out how to get this off, but I do appreciate the little flowers on these.” He brushed his thumb between my thighs over the cotton.
He pulled the skirts back over his head. “Want to give me a clue on the dress?”
I laughed. God, when was the last time I’d laughed in bed? “It just goes over my head.” I sat up and flipped it off.
His eyes lit with heat and my heartbeat skipped. Was that what it looked like to be wanted?
He curled me under him, covering me hip to chest. Gently, he braced his arms on either side of me, nibbling my mouth open. “Did you wear this for me?”
“Maybe.”
His lips tipped up in one corner before he lowered to tease along the skin that curved up from the white lace of my bra. I didn’t really have sexy lingerie anymore, but now I wished I did.
For him.
For the future.
I stifled that little voice. It was just sex. I couldn’t get emotions twisted up in this.
It was just because no one had touched me in so long.
I was starved for it.
And he noticed. He nudged the cup of my bra down and my breath stalled, then I closed my eyes. I pushed away the past, the mistakes, the unknown and let myself be righthere.
I cupped the back of his head and urged him to my tight nipple. My hips were restless under him as my body came alive. It knew what to do and synched up with Sully’s rhythm. His denim-wrapped hardness bumped along the cotton shielding my pussy.
He moved to the other nipple, and I was lost to his touch.
Firm and focused.
Goodness. So very focused.
As if he had nowhere else to be.
I sucked in a breath as the friction tipped me into another realm. Where the soft and the hard had a singular purpose.
He made his way up to my neck, then to my ear. “You’re perfect under me.” His voice was barely a rumble. “I need to know how you taste.”
I shivered and dragged his mouth up by his hair. The wild, messy kiss matched the rocking of our hips. As if we both couldn’t stop moving.
Knowing that it would be him inside me soon, the fuzziness intensified. “Sully.”
God, was that my voice? So needy and low.
His lips coasted down over my chin to my neck and made a return trip to my breasts.
He dragged the material down until it was just the underwire pushing me up like an offering. And he didn’t hesitate totake.
But he was a man on a mission, and he kept moving down my ribs, then to the hollow of my belly. He stared up at me as he rolled the cotton down.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
I arched my back as he trailed his thumbs down over my hipbones to where I was bare. I let out a hissing groan when his thumb slid over my clit.
“Wet for me.” His thumb slid lower, and I raised my arms to hold onto the headboard, sure that I was going to fly apart from a single touch.
