Head over Heels: A Single Dad Romance(16)

My damp clothing molded to my body like a second skin, and his hands slid over them greedily finding their targets. One hand connected with my breast and ran the pad of his thumb over my erect nipple while his other hand inched down to press into my waistband and cup my ass.

Desire shot through me and I shivered in delicious anticipation. Without warning, he broke off his kiss, and I mewed my displeasure.

"Where are my manners," Michael said, his voice thicker than it had been a moment before, "my damsel in distress is shivering in the cold."

I nodded my head knowingly, "I've been told that you should take off wet clothing."

"I've heard the same thing," Adam confirmed. "And apply body heat immediately."





Chapter 11





Michael lifted my hands and carefully placed them on the top button. "Take that off," he ordered silkily and moved back slightly to get a better view. He watched eagerly as I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed the lacy bra he had been admiring earlier.

When the last button was undone, he reached up to help drag the damp, clingy material off my shoulders. A wave of cold air hit my skin and another shiver ran through me. "Remove wet clothing, apply body heat," he whispered as his heated lips followed the clothing off my body.

After tossing the blouse aside, he reached in back for my bra and popped the clasp with a well-practiced snap. My breasts bounced lightly, yearning to be free of their restraints. I saw his fingers twitch as his eyes zeroed in on my breasts - as if he could will the straps to break free.

Instead, he moved his hands over my waist, teased my belly before thrusting them into my shorts. Once his fingers hooked into my matching panties, he pushed down until they pooled around my ankles on the cold wet floor. Goosebumps broke out across my exposed flesh and his hands quickly moved up the sides of my legs. His feverish touch left behind a wake of smoldering fire. Desire rushed through my veins. He paused briefly on my hips and then ran his hands over my ass before sliding them up my back - no doubt to warm me as promised.

My eyes never left Michael as he undressed me and his desire was evident by his tented pants and ragged breathing. With the rest of my clothing strewn over the floor, he reached out to run his finger down between my breasts. Hooking his finger on the front of my bra, he swiped it off and tossed it away in one fluid motion.

As I stood naked in the middle of the kitchen, my body tingled with delight, Michael took a good long look and then let out a low-slung whistle. I couldn't help but blush under his gaze and realized this was the first time he had really seen me. The last time we were in darkness except for the bolts of lightning.

I was wondering what to do next when Michael wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me flush against his body. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing through his clothing and against my belly.

My pussy clenched with the ideas I had for his hard tool and I melted into the fullness. I felt the rumble in his chest as he stifled a groan.

With one arm holding me close, he wasted no time in sliding his other hand down towards my mound. He ran his fingers through my slick folds before circling my clit lightly.

His fingers felt so good as he caressed me that I barely missed his surprised intake of breath, "I guess I'm not the only one ready for this."

I ground my pelvis against his hand and heard him groan. "No, you're not," I whispered.

Michael didn't need another invitation to explore every inch of my body, and he slid his hand back up to my breast. His calloused fingers teasing the pebbled surface to his will before leaning over to cover it with his mouth. When his teeth lightly grazed the nub and I gasped. A moment later, he pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hard.

My knees almost buckled under the sensations. If it wasn't for his arm wrapped around me, I would have gladly melted to the floor. Instead, I leaned my head back, giving in to the sensations.

He lifted his head to capture my lips once more. His tongue thrust against mine and his fingers danced back down to tease my clit. The rhythm was perfect and I began to soar. When two fingers slid into my heated center, a deep moan escaped my lips and I bucked against his hand.

Michael pulled away and I reached out to draw him back - not ready for this to end. When he pressed his lips into the palm of my hand and murmured, "I don't want to rush this," the words sent a jolt straight through my sex.

H pulled me close and I melted into his rock hard body. His fingers played lightly along my spine before rearing back and smacking my ass. He smiled as the swift crack bouncing off the empty walls around us.

"Hey Devon," he addressed me casually, "I think it's high time we broke in this house, don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Michael reached for my hand and began pulling me through the house.

My now untethered breasts bounced lightly with every step and reminded me that my clothing was littered on the floor behind us. I thought about going back for them but dismissed the thought as Michael pulled me forward.

Turning toward me, he ran his hands down my back and over my ass. Clamping his hands firmly under my bottom, he lifted me off the cold floor. "I wouldn't want you to step on any rusty nails," he whispered gallantly.

I quickly draped my arms over his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist, "my hero," I gushed, pulling close to his body.