Dirty (Dive Bar #1)(47)

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “You’re beautiful. Every bit of you.”

Oh.

Lips placed tender kisses across my middle, his tongue sneaking out and flicking over my belly button. I gasped, sucking myself in as much as I could.

“It tickled,” I said when he gave me yet another look.

A brief smile.

“Are you going to finish your story?” Anything to distract him from my body issues was a good thing.

“Yes.” He stood once again, rubbing his fingers over the palms of his hands. “Where was I?”

“Her, starting to get a little angry. Me, breasts.”

“’Course.” With a hand beneath each, he took their weight, lifting them gently. “Fuck.”

I had nothing.

“Think I should just follow you around all day, holding your tits like this.” He nuzzled my neck, the side of my face. And all the while his hands worked, massaging lightly, thumbs playing with my nipples. “You’ll never need a bra again.”

“That should work well.” It grew harder to breathe for some reason. Like my lungs were indisposed or out of order.

“I think so.” He groaned, pressing his cock into my hip. Big, hard, definitely turned on. And lord, so was I. At the feel of him, everything low in me went nuclear. Red lights flashing, sirens wailing. The way he was touching me, pressing himself against me. The wonder in his eyes and admiration in his words. It was all too much, but I never wanted it to end. My whole body burned bright. I could light up a city. Nothing else existed beyond him and me.

“Can’t stop touching you,” he said.

“Please don’t.”

“Why the hell haven’t we been doing this before now,” he whispered in my ear, breathing heavy.

“Because we’re idiots?”

A pained laugh. Then he nipped at my neck, the sting a startling thing. But his lips sucking, tongue licking the slight pain away was so sweet. I went up on my toes, trying to escape his eager mouth, yet keeping a death grip on his arms in case he tried to go anywhere.

Fuck me. Confusion ruled my mind. There were too many sensations, both sharp and sweet. Firm lips and a wicked tongue. The licks grew longer, slower, as he dragged his tongue up my neck.

Soft soothing kisses lined my jaw, the edge of my lips.

“See? Not so bad,” he mumbled, rubbing his nose against my cheek. God, I wish he’d get closer. Inside me would be good.

“No. Not so bad.”

“Mm.”

I eased my feet back flat upon the floor, wound my arms around his neck. His hair was better than mine. Soft and silken. Bet the man only washed it with soap or something too. How unfair.

“Do you have a condom on you?” I said, threading my fingers through his hair, stroking the back of his neck, touching as much of the man as I could.

“Went and got a box on my break. A big one. I stocked up just for you.”

“Excellent.”

His hands slipped behind my back, fiddling with something. Then the weight of my breasts shifted, the straps of my bra loosening. “So … my story.”

“Yep?” How he expected me to concentrate on anything, I have no idea.

“I kept coming too soon and it was pissing her off.”

“Understandable,” I said. “Can I just quickly say how much I’m enjoying hearing about one of your ex-girlfriends right now?”

This time he nipped where my neck and shoulder joined, biting down harder, holding on longer. When he eased the wound he spread his lips wide, sucking on a larger area, drawing hard. Hands spread across my back, he held me against him, leaving no space between us. Blood rushed through me, loud behind my ears. My nerves fired, half in heaven, half in hell. All of me confused as shit.

The man was part vampire and I had the worst feeling I liked it. A lot.

“That one’s going to leave a mark,” he reported matter-of-factly. As if he weren’t affected. Like his cock wasn’t prodding my stomach, hard as stone.

A smartass reply would have to wait, however. I was too busy just breathing.

Vaughan eased back, searching my face for something. When he didn’t find whatever it was, he slid a hand down between my legs. He pulled aside my panties and slid a finger carefully into me. Though there was no real need to be careful. Lubricant factories would have been envious. The state of my underwear was a damn disgrace.

“Hot and wet,” he said.

I frowned. “Was I not supposed to be?”

“Just checking.” Once, twice, he kissed my lips. Quick, inconsequential things. Nothing like what I hungered for. The devouring I was after. He made a happy humming sound, keeping his finger in place. “I got worried when you didn’t say anything. Had to know if it was working for you.”

“That makes sense.”

“Hmm.” His thumb slid up into my panties, sliding dangerously near my overexcited clit. I gasped, tightening my hold on his hair. The man winced, but didn’t complain. And let the record show, he was breathing every bit as heavily as I was.

“Should we have a safety word or something?” I asked, trying to thinks straight, to be practical.

“Sure. If it makes you feel better.”

“Okay.” The finger inside of me swirled around, pumping in and out, doing everything good. Every muscle down there contracted in glee. I could feel my pulse hammering between my legs. “Oh god, that feels good.”