Heartbreaker (Unbreakable #1)(75)
Biting coldness shocked one nipple and I gasped.
When I pulled back to glance down, he dolloped a larger freezing spoonful of preserves higher up on my other breast and stared with fascination as it slid down toward the hardened peak.
My breaths shallowed, rising and falling as we both waited with heady anticipation.
A fierce throb began an insistent rhythm between my legs.
Finally, he lunged forward. Capturing my nipple into his warm mouth right as the ice-cold jam collided with it.
A low moan escaped my throat as he sucked. When he switched sides, laving the stickiness off my other nipple, I buried my hands into his hair, gripping the roots.
My breaths grew ragged.
My heart raced.
My head spun.
My entire body ached for him from my skin to my bones. And we hadn’t even moved from second base yet.
He pulled back, gaze roving over my half-naked state, eyes wild. “You need more food?”
Biting my lip, I gave a slow headshake. “No.”
I would’ve starved for days for a chance to devour him.
On a deep inhale, he bent an arm up and behind his back, gripped his T-shirt, and yanked it over his head before tossing it behind me. I leaned back on my arms, a slight smile curving my lips, as I watched his muscles bunch and flex while he shucked off his jeans.
When he fully straightened again, his erection bobbed between us, and my breath caught at the beauty of him.
He leaned his face down a little, into my line of sight.
“You sure?” His voice grew husky. “You look…hungry.”
“Ravenous.” I pressed a hand to his warm chest, over his thundering heart. “For you.”
I gripped his shoulders, pulling myself toward him and off the edge of the table, dress crumpling around my hips. Sliding down his body, I dotted the heated skin of his chest with tender kisses. Over his rock hard abs, I opened my mouth, drawing the taut skin between my lips with gentle suction.
His fingers speared into my hair when I nuzzled the faint line of hair leading down from his navel with my nose. His breathing shallowed as I knelt lower and inhaled leisurely up along the crease of his groin while trailing with a light lick of my broadened tongue. Salty. Perfect.
My hands curved around his thighs, upward, until I cupped the muscular globes of his ass. For a few seconds, I paused, turning my face toward his remarkable manhood. I closed my eyes, resting my cheek into the depression at his hip. As I held him in the intimate embrace, I inhaled his sexy musk, drawing it deep into my lungs. My body shuddered in recognition, craving him.
His legs began to tremble. His hands cupped the back of my head, holding me to him.
“Kiki.” My name rasped from his lips like the sweetest plea.
When I glanced up, my gaze locked to his. Incredible depth of emotion shone in his eyes: need, want, hope, gratitude…love—a million unnamable things, all fragile and priceless. The same emotions cascaded through me, for him. I exhaled, willing him to feel it from me too.
He sucked in a deep breath, eyes softening as he flexed his hands through my hair. He knew. We knew.
I blinked heavily, then leaned forward, running my lips along his length from base to tip. Hands still firmly planted on his backside, I touched a gentle kiss to the broad head, gave a tender lick to the underside, then pressed tight lips around the tip and sucked, pulling him deep inside my mouth.
His whole body shuddered on a low groan.
Exquisite ache snapped through me, from his response, at our poignant connection—at the total control I had of over his pleasure. And all I wanted was to offer him more, make him happy, give the generous man who trusted me—body, heart, and soul—what he’d denied himself for so long.
With a whimpering moan at the incredible desire building through me at the profound act, I eased back, darting my tongue out to lick as I went. When he nearly popped out, I paused to suck the flared head once, twice, then slowly surged forward once more.
By the time I drew back again, I’d grown breathless, from both lack of oxygen and electrifying arousal.
His choppy breaths huffed above me until he let out a loud growl and grasped my arms, tugging me upward.
My tightened lips released him with a loud pop.
“Need…you.” His guttural words were rasped out, barely decipherable.
“I—” need you too…
His lips crushed down onto mine, silencing me with a fevered kiss. Then he gripped my hips through my crumpled dress and lifted me up. I clamped my legs around his waist, stabbed my fingers into his hair, and kissed him back with all the passion I felt for him.
The room suddenly spun as he whirled us around, bumping into the corner of the worktable then along its side edge. His rigid erection was trapped between us under my bunched-up dress, rubbing on my throbbing clit with every long stride he took.
Two faster steps, then the room tilted as we tumbled together onto a couch.
“Need…all…of you,” he grumbled at my ear before nipping at the lobe.
Breaths reduced to shallow pants, vision hazing as blood rushed and pleasure ached, I watched him lean back and crouch over me. With impatient hands, he tugged my dress and panties off. The instant the material cleared my ankles, it disappeared behind him.
His body covered mine, heated skin and bunching muscles. Soft lips brushed my mouth, his next kiss filled with tenderness, as if he wanted to learn me all over again, as if he asked me to be his.