Page 112 of Out on a Limb
“I don’t communicate.”
“Wrong.” One of her legs hooked around mine, her bare foot sliding up the inside of my thigh. “You don’t realize you communicate.” Her touch slid down the center of my chest. “But you say more than you think.” Her fingers worked the button on my pants, easily popping it free before dipping inside. “Probably more than you mean to.”
Her hand wrapped around my dick, the solid grip of her palm forcing me to suck in a sharp breath. “Pickles.”
I tried to make it a warning, but instead the word sounded needy.
And it pissed me off.
I grabbed her hand, pulling it free before leaning up to drag down the front of her dress, tugging each side of the deep V-cut out of my way. The fabric was surprisingly stretchy so I just kept yanking, working it down her body. Off her arms.
Over her stomach.
Down her legs.
I dropped it on the edge of the blanket Michael was smart enough to send, even if its intended purpose was not exactly in line with its current use.
But it was about to be pretty close.
I snagged the thin bands of black at her hips and raked them lower, sliding the tiny scrap of her panties off before pressing her thighs wide.
I wasn’t completely prepared for what a fully-naked Collette would look like, and it set me back a little.
Every bit of her was full and soft. Smooth and satiny.
Exactly the sort of place a man would want to rest his head at night. Curl his body around.
I pressed my fingers into the velvety thickness of her thighs, squeezing as I worked my way up, over her hips, past the slope of her perfectly rounded belly and up to the tits I’d worked so hard not to notice last night. Her skin was still a little pink, but all the angry irritation was gone. I barely skimmed the pad of one finger over the wide brown tip I’d pulled a splinter from less than twenty-four hours ago. It tightened almost instantly, the velvety skin puckering under my touch.
Making my mouth water.
Luring me closer.
I buried my face in her tits, using my hands to catch their weight, lifting them to my mouth so I could have my fill, memorizing the way they felt in my palms.
Under my tongue.
Between my teeth.
I could worship them forever.
But there was more of her I wanted.
And I intended to have all of it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Collette
ANDREW WAS DEFINITELY not an amateur in the adult interaction arena.
Which I already sort of knew, based on the vagina voodoo he accomplished earlier.
But I might not have been fully prepared for what he was unleashing on me now.
Maybe I was still more sensitive than normal from my disagreement with the tree limb.
Or maybe his mouth was as magical as his fingers.
