Page 44 of Wild Tides
He painted chocolate mousse across my breasts in one twirling motion. My head fell back against the couch, my body too boneless to hold me upright any longer. Lee took it as the invitation it was, dropping his lips to nibble at my breasts, his tongue cleaning up the mess he’d made. Each gentle tug at my nipple sent ripples from my head to my groin. Small pulses of pleasure made it impossible to focus on anything but his mouth.
I gripped his head, clasping him to me, head rolling from side to side like that could possibly assuage the need in me. “Lee,” I bit out. “I want you.”
“But I’m not done with dessert.” His lips turned down in a gentle pout. “I may not be a huge chocolate fan, but I’m a hugeyoufan.” He filled his lungs with a deep inhale, his lips quirking in a small smile as he exhaled. “You taste delicious.” He trailed a finger over one nipple, tracing lower to my lap, pressing his palm against my mound. “I want to try it all…”
Every inner muscle clenched. I let out a squeak, inelegant but real.
Done playing games, I dropped my hands to cup his erection. It filled my hands. Peeling away his briefs to expose his hardlength was all I could think about. I wanted him inside me, filling and pushing until I couldn’t take any more.
“I had something more fulfilling in mind. How about we finish dessert another time?”
His lips pursed. Maybe the raw edge to my words got to him, because he nodded.
“I only want to make you happy, Cupcake.” He gestured to his leg. He frowned, his expression rueful. “I’m not exactly at my most athletic right now.”
I patted his chin. “Don’t worry, Murphy. I’ve got a solution.” I patted the couch next to me. “Why don’t you just sit here and look pretty? Let me do all the work.”There. That was much more restrained than admitting I wanted to ride him like a bronco at the rodeo.
“That hardly seems fair.”
Not fairwas how I’d describe my need to have him inside me. Riding him to oblivion sounded just fine to me.
“Fuck fair.”
He blinked, the slow sweep of his lashes obscuring his eyes for one blistering moment. “Have I told you lately that you’re a dream come true, Cupcake?”
He pushed to his feet, slipping off his boxers and sitting on the couch, thighs spread to accommodate his erection. He should have looked ridiculous. Like an emperor with no clothes, dick waving in the wind announcing his hubris. It was anything but.
It was sexy as fuck. Confident. Sure.Mine.
Some part of me knew there’d be no going back after this. We couldn’t slide back into easy jokes and careful distance, not when I’d seen him like this and let him see me stripped bare in every way that mattered. Whatever happened tomorrow, this would rewrite us.
His expression was pure challenge as I pushed to my feet, letting my dress slither over my hips to pool on the floor, leaving me in nothing but a tiny scrap of soaked satin.
Lee extended his hands, curling his palms, the universal sign for “come to me.” Thighs spread, shoulders back, a man on his throne. Or… a wild beast, eager to be ridden. Yes. That was the image I’d hold on to. Lee as my private stallion.
My underwear was uncomfortably damp. Swiftly, I dropped them, stripping away the last barrier between us. I wanted him between my thighs.
Lee beckoned again, eyes hungry, and this time I obeyed, straddling him. The hair on his legs tickled the insides of my thighs. I scooted closer, gliding forward until I notched against his erection. He hissed, lids falling. He was hot to my damp. Steel to my softness.
Rubbing against him sent a delicious thrill through me, the slow undulation radiating pleasure to my fingertips, my hairline, my toes.
“Fuuuck.” He exhaled it, drawing the word out. “You feel so good. Condom?”
Shit. I knew I’d forgotten something. I whimpered softly. Pulling away took the last of my strength.
“Where?”
“Pants.”
I dug the packet out of his pocket and ripped it open. Our hands tangled in our rush to stretch the rubber down his shaft. He wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs, tugging me back into position, his erection trapped between us.
Lee’s eyes gleamed with an emotion I couldn’t name. Didn’t want to think about. Instead, I dipped lower, capturing his mouth in a rough kiss that echoed the urgency I felt. There was nothing gentle left. Sweet Violet had officially left the building,leaving a woman in her place who would have shocked me even two weeks ago. Wanton. More than willing. Greedy.
Sucking in unsteady breaths, my chest heaved, drawing Lee’s gaze. He cupped my breasts, slipping one nipple into his mouth. He held my gaze as he licked the nub.
“Sticky.”
“That’s not the only sticky spot.”
