Page 20 of Wrong Place, Wright Time
“Shit. That was supposed to be a really intense moment for us where I was totally focused on proving to you how sexy I find every inch of you,” he says, squatting down and scooping them up.
When he stands and gently sets them back on my face and hooks them over my ears, I’m smiling up at him. “It was,” I say, reaching up and running my hands over his well-defined chest again. “Your words and your actions were absolutely perfect.”
“Yeah?” He smiles, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine. “Because I meant it all. I’m obscenely attracted to all of you.” As he talks, he lowers to his knees, pressing soft kisses against the swell of my breasts, the curve of my belly, the faded stretch marks next to my belly button and then the angry-looking purple ones on my hips. “Every bit of skin. Every soft curve.” He pressing my thighs a little wider and kisses me there too. “And every sweet-smelling valley. You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
A rumble of pleasure floats out of him, and when his eyes lift to mine, he hooks his fingers in the waist of my yoga pants then drags them down my legs, along with my underwear. Then I’m naked, save for my bra, and with the heat in his gaze and the way he licks his lips in anticipation of his next move, I completely forget what I was ever worried about when keeping this man out of my life and my bed. I obviously had rocks in my head.
“I ache for you, Isla,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss at the place where my thighs meet my sex. I shake from wanting more. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about doing this again as much as I have.”
“I have,” I admit, knowing that anything else would be a bold-faced lie. Ever since that night in his bed, I’ve dreamed of little else. It’s like he ruined me for anyone and everything else. Even my vibrator is no match for the sexual stylings of Banks Johnson.
He lets out a moan, reaching up and palming my breast, his thumb brushing across my sensitive nipple at the same time as his tongue connects with my clit. “God you taste good. Better than ice cream in my opinion.”
I grin through my moan, leaning back as he buries his face between my thighs, his fingers tugging on my nipple as his tongue flicks and swirls around my sensitive bud. My hands grip the edge of the buffet’s counter, while my body seems to writhe of its own accord, wanting more and more until I just can’t take it anymore.
“Holy shit!” I call out. “Banks! Oh god!”
My head falls back and connects with the wall as my release takes over, weeks of pent-up frustration from denying myself this simple, perfect, yet oh-so-risky pleasure overwhelming me. I’ve known for a long time that I’m better off on my own, but there’s no denying the connection Banks and I share. And now that I’m letting him in, I also know I can’t go back to whatever we were before. Question is, how far can I let him in without compromising on the promises I’ve made to myself?
“Mmmm.” Banks moans as his arms wrap around my thighs and he flattens his tongue, lapping up my juices as he holds on tight, forcing me to continue to ride the waves of my orgasm until he’s ready to bring me back down.
“Banks. Please. It’s too much. I need you. I need you inside.”
“God, you taste good.” He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss then a long lick against my seam that causes my hips to jolt and for the both of us to laugh.
“Cheeky,” I say, panting and smiling as he wipes over his face and pushes his jeans to the floor, cock in his hand as he rubs his tip through my juices.
“Desperate,” he counters, pushing his thick shaft in as he brings his mouth to mine and fills me completely. “Home.”
Something stutters in my chest at his words as his hips begin to roll and we clutch on to each other, the firm collision of our bodies causing emotions and need to flow through me in a frightening way. Yes. I have feelings for Banks. Turns out, I have a lot of feelings for Banks. But I had feelings before too, and I’ve gotten to the point where I just can’t trust them. More than that, I can’t trust myself.
But I want to trust Banks.
Winding my legs around his waist, I grind back as he thrusts, my mouth resting against his shoulder as his tucks his face into my shoulder, sucking on my skin with a laving of his tongue until the both of us almost pass out from the intensity of our crashing hips.
“Fuck,” he groans, stilling with a final thrust as my walls pulse around him, squeezing out our combined orgasm as we pant and kiss and laugh because honestly, that was crazy intense. Some things you do are better the first time, but with Banks, that doesn’t seem to be the case. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked quite so well. This could become an addiction if I’m not careful.
“Did you just give me a hicky?”
“Yeah,” he says, tenderly kissing the skin on my shoulder with wet lips. “Got a little carried away.”
I angle my head in a way that I can somewhat see the purple welt. “As long as it’s under my clothes and I don’t have to explain it at the office on monday, you can give me a love bite anywhere you like.”
He quirks a brow. “Anywhere? Well, in that case.” He hauls me off the buffet and starts walking out of the living room with me wrapped around him before pausing and turning side to side. “Wait. Where is your bedroom?”
“That way,” I say, nodding to my right side before he sets off walking again.
“You might be sorry you gave me permission to do this, by the way,” he says as we flop on the bed and he kisses me again, seeming just as hungry despite only finishing moments ago.
“I guess that’s up to you, isn’t it? Are you going to give me something to be sorry about?” I ask, knowing it’s a loaded question, but the nerves and the trepidation and…I’ve got issues is all I can say.
Banks pushes up on his arms and holds himself over me, taking a long moment to search my eyes before he replies. “Not if I can help it,” he murmurs, before bringing his mouth to mine again.
Isla –
I’m not sure why, but for some reason when I head downstairs ready for work on Monday morning, I’m surprised to find Banks standing there, coffees in hand like always. I also don’t miss the feeling of relief that hits me either.
