Page 8 of Bountiful
He didn’t kiss my mouth, though. Maybe that was too intimate for a stranger. I hoped he wasn’t lying about being single.Because…
I lost my train of thought when one of his hands tugged my jaw aside so he could kiss the other side of my neck, while his other hand tagged my hip. He yanked me roughly against his body and then groaned as weconnected.
The needy sound echoed through my body. I gripped his rock-hard biceps and kissed the skin beneath his ear. He smelled like fresh air andeagerman.
And he’d been right. Thiswasexactly what I neededtonight.
Dave slowed down, teasing me with a single touch of his tongue to my ear. His hand squeezed my ass, slow and dirty. And when I inhaled with surprise,that’swhen he kissed me for real. His mouth slid over mine, his lips confident and firm. I opened to him immediately, and when his tongue met mine, our heartbeats clicked into sync. As if I’d known him foryears.
Finally my critical mind fell silent. Everything went quiet, except for the sweet sounds of lips and tongues. Kissing had always been a language I understood. With deep, dark kisses he drew me in further, until I was pancaked against his incredible chest, panting into his mouth. He tasted me again and again, our kissesbottomless.
I’ve got you now, his body told mine.You can let go. His strong arms held me like a scaffold, not a cage. I leaned into all that strength, and he encouraged me with a happy moan from deep inside hischest.
At some point the room spun around. My back hit the surface of the bed. A second later he was straddling my thighs, looking down at me. “You don’t need this anymore,” he said, tugging my top up to expose my belly. And as I grabbed the fabric and pulled it over my head, he groaned, because I’d been wearing a top with built-in support, andnobra.
Baring my meager bust to someone I didn’t know should have felt weird. But his look of eager joy steadied me. He bent over to begin dropping kisses on the swells of my breasts. I let my hands sift through the soft strands of his autumn-colored hair, and I shivered when his lips closed around my nipple and begantosuck.
“You like that, don’t you?” hemuttered.
So much. But I didn’t say that out loud. I’d always been a very sexual person—more easily aroused than women were supposed to be. And I’d been teased for it my entire life.SluttyZara.
But nobody would ever have to know about my adventurestonight.
Dave’s hands and mouth were everywhere at once, tonguing my nipples and tweaking them, kissing the underside of my jaw. “See?” he grunted. “I know whatyoulike.”
No kidding. My hands trailed down his neck to his muscular back. And when he hitched himself a little higher to kiss me again, I moaned as he fit his hips against mine, and I arched tomeethim.
Things were escalating fast. I sank into the mattress, submitting to sensation over logic. He tasted of beer and temptation, and those were my two favoriteflavors.
Examining his powerful body became my new hobby. His broad shoulders were deliciously freckled. I kissed my way across one of them and bithisneck.
“Naughty girl,” he rasped into my ear. “I have other uses for that mouth ofyours.”
“Do you now?” I challenged, my hands sliding down his chest, my fingers sifting through the fine hairs of his chestnut-colored happytrail.
“Unzip me,” heordered.
With shaking hands, I did. The sound of his zipper opening ratcheted my blood pressure up a notch. It had been far too long since I’dhadsex.
“Keep going,” hegrowled.
I shoved the fabric down, and the boxers, too. An ambitious erection sprang free. He was long and rosy-hued and leaking for me.Whoa. And he was a redhead everywhere. My mouth watered withanticipation.
A big hand palmed the back of my head. He wrapped his hand with my hair, and tugged me toward his body. The grip was firm and steady. “Suck me,honey.”
I did. Immediately and shamelessly. As I took his salty sweetness into my mouth, he was heavy on mytongue.
“Aw, fuck,” he said, his voice raw. “Good girl.” The praise lit me right up. I gave him a good, hard suck and heard his breath hitch. “Jesus.” He put a hand under my chin and stopped me. I looked up with wide eyes to see his pupils blown and his face red. He smiled at me. “Off with thosejeans.”
I released him. But I didn’t move fast enough for his taste. He pushed me down on the bed again and reached for my zipper. I wriggled out of my clothes, kicking off the shoes that were still clinging tomyfeet.
And then I was naked with a perfect strangernamedDave.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’restunning.”
Or just stunned, maybe. Because, holy hell, his body was not to be believed. There was a naked superhero on my bed. Impressive abs led down to the deep V of muscle between his hips. He had powerful thighs, and when I ran a hand over one of them, the wiry hair on his quads tickledmypalm.
Impatient, Dave rolled toward me, interrupting my train of thought with another mind-melting kiss. But now his hands free-ranged over my naked body. One callused thumb gripped my hip and then squeezed, showing me just how strong he was. Instead of scaring me, the treatment made me moan into hismouth.
