Page 78 of Nailing Heat
“Someone is in a hurry,” I tease him.
“Well, someone had their ass at my crotch all night, so yeah, I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
When we get inside the apartment, he passes through the living room and stops at the entrance of the hallway. “My room or yours?” He ask, rapping his knuckles on the wall of his room.
His eyes are dancing with amusement and excitement. Frankly, I don’t really care where he takes me, just that he takes me.
“Wherever you are more comfortable,” he suggests.
I turn my head and begin to nip at his neck; I hear him groan. “Where is closer?” I ask him in breathy voice.
“I’m not taking you on the couch,” he insists.
“Fine, pick a room,” I tell him, before continuing to nip at his jawline.
He charges down the hallway and opens a door, I spin my head away from his neck to see that we’re in his room. Dex gently places me on the center of his bed. He stands there, watching me and smiles.
“What?” I ask him, growing uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
“I just can’t get over how perfect you are,” he replies.
“Hardly.”
“Nope, none of that tonight. Or none of that ever. When you’re with me, I want you to know that I find you to be one of the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Your curves are deliciously perfect, and you have no reason to hide or shy away from me.” He grins, watching the information sink in.
I don’t say anything to his declarations because what can I possibly say to that. So, I don’t. I simply flush and look away from him. I feel the bed dip and see that he’s kneeling at the end of it.
“I want to be so careful of your knee, so we’re going to have to be creative,” he tells me.
“I like the sound of that.” I grin up at him and see him smirking right back at me.
Dex crawls up his bed and lies beside me, making sure he’s on the side with the good knee. He slowly draws lazy circles on my bicep with his finger.
“Are you sure about this?” His voice is quiet and caring.
I roll on my side so that I’m facing him. “Yes, I’m sure. You don’t have to keep on asking me that question. I think that I want you as much as you want me, if not more.”
He smirks. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
Dex leans in and kisses me gently. The kiss goes from soft and gentle to hot and passionate in no time. Dex yanks me forward, pressing my body against his. His tongue begging for entrance into my mouth, I quickly grant it. Our tongues dance together as we claw at each other. I want him as close as I can get him because he is setting me on fire.
I moan, circling my hips, pushing into him. I feel his erection through his fitted athletic pants. He moans, pushing into me. I can feel how much he wants me. Dex moves his lips from mine and begins a slow descent down my neck. He reaches the collar of my shirt and ducks his head so that he can access a bit of my cleavage. I’m warm all over. I need to be wearing less clothes.
I pull back from him, working my shirt up my body, and pull it over my head. My white lace bra is on full display for him. Dex grins greedily as he takes in my chest.
“Hmm,” he moans as he leans down and kisses the center of my chest. I feel his tongue slide out and draw a small line up and down. I arch into him. I need him to touch me in this moment. I can’t handle him for much longer. I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. Slowly, I work the straps down my arms and pull it from my body. I keep my eyes on Dex the whole time, watchingas his eyes grow wide with desire. I grin watching him take in my breasts.
His hands cup my breasts, and I push my chest further into this hands. His thumbs come up and lightly brush across my pebbled nipples. I cry out at the simplest touch.
“I love how responsive you are.” His voice comes out deep and gruff. I love the sound of it in the darkness of the room.
“More,” I moan out. “Please touch me some more,” I beg him.
“I kinda like it when you beg. But right now, all I want to do is touch those beautiful breasts.”
I stare at him for a moment, trying to reconcile the fact that he called my breasts beautiful.
