Page 54 of Art of Love
He ran his finger along my jaw, and the touch sent shivers down my spine.
Nothing needed to be said. We both knew what we wanted.
When he moved to my lips, I was ready to receive his kiss. My body craved it, hungered for it.
Needed it. Needed him.
He captured my mouth, and a blast of energy washed over me. Hot and scorching, electrifying.
It scorched me clean and left me with a tingling sensation that licked at every fire of my being and made my nerve endings tingle.
This...
It was different than Thursday night. It was like he wanted to devour me, and I wanted him to. God help me, I wanted him to. I wanted to forget everything and get lost in the enchantment of him. A man who made me feel like I was everything, with just one kiss.
But damn it, he pulled away. He got that look he’d had on Thursday, like he was worried or... something.
He opened his mouth to say something, which I knew I wouldn’t like, but I stopped him by grabbing his shirt and pulling him back toward me.
“Don’t you dare stop. Not now.” I winced.
A wicked smile lit up his handsome features, and his lips came crashing down on mine again. I tugged on his shirt, and he pulled on mine. The one pull made the straps fall down my shoulders, and he backed me up against the wall. His lips went from my lips to my neck, and his hands smoothed up to cup my breasts.
My knees...
Buckled.
I wobbled from the intensity, and he caught me, pressing me against the wall. With that, he moved to my right breast and sucked my nipple through the soft cotton fabric of my top.
I moaned out loud, and he looked up at me with that same fascinated look he’d showed me earlier.
He straightened up and rested his hands on either side of me.
“That sound,” he spoke, brushing his lips over mine. “It drives me crazy, Jia. I want to hear it all night. All fucking night while I’m inside you, making you come over and over again.”
Desire pooled deep between my thighs, and it was all I could do not to come right there.
“Then take me.” I spoke on the edge of a breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
“I will.” He promised.
I gasped when he pulled so hard on my top that the little buttons that clasped the strap together popped off and the straps fell down my shoulders. The top floated down to my waist.
That wicked smile turned sinful as he snapped open the butterfly clasp holding my bra together and my breasts spilled out.
“Beautiful and sexy. A goddess.” He stepped back to look at me, and a sense of awareness returned to me.
Satisfaction filled his handsome features as he continued to stare, then he reached out and ran his fingers over my nipples.
To my surprise, he picked me up and put me on the breakfast table, then he went to the fridge and grabbed a can of whipped cream.
“The cream.” I tried not to laugh.
“Fuck, yes.” He shook it and smoothed my bra down my shoulders. “But let me taste the original recipe first.”
He lowered his head and took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking like he could taste me. I moaned again, this time really loud, and he liked that. He sucked harder, tugging on my nipple, and so the other one didn’t get neglected, he stroked over the tip.
“Hunter...” I moaned his name as he moved to the nipple he was stroking and started sucking. “Hunter, I can’t.”
