In Your Dreams (Falling #4)(78)

With one hand on her arm, I tug her tight to me and gather her hair within my other hand, pulling gently until her body submits and she bends her neck as an offering to my mouth. I suck gently, wanting to take more, but stop so I can kiss the next inch and the next as I let go of her hair to turn her body unhurriedly so she’s now facing my bed and the sweetness of her perfect back is before me.

My fingers move her purple waves over her shoulder as my right hand trails to her other shoulder, slipping the remaining sleeve to the curve of her arm until the weight of it falls to her elbows. I kiss the very center of her spine as I reach lower in front of me and slide down the small zipper at her hips. I leave my lips against her as I speak.

“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, and I feel her quiver against my touch.

My hands curve around her waist and glide up the sides of her body until I reach the top of her dress, now hanging heavily at the ends of her arms, and I push the rest of the fabric until it falls to the floor and her milky skin is cloaked in nothing but the sexiest copper lace I’ve ever seen.

I breathe in slowly, because I want to take my time, but so much of me is in a hurry. My hands still wrapped around her wrists lightly, I guide her arms behind her back until they rest along the small curve above her ass. Letting go briefly, I bring my fists to my mouth, squeezing them for strength, then flex my fingers as I lean into her. I love how her breath catches when she feels me against her neck.

“I want more of you,” I say, kissing against the arc of her shoulder. “I’m going to undress you now. Say yes, Murphy. Please say yes, because I want you naked.”

Her body shakes again, and her head nods.

“Yes,” she says, a soft whisper of a cry.

I grin against her smoothness and scratch her skin with the roughness of my chin before kissing it cool.

My body once again under my control, I squeeze harder around her wrists, her hands still along the base of her spine.

“These,” I say, tugging softly so she knows, “stay right here.”

She nods again.

My fingers loosen, but I keep my touch on her arms, gliding up her skin, using her own body as my map, following curves and letting it lead. My palms caress around each shoulder as I stand behind her, so close that I can feel her hands and back against my own chest and where my hard-on is aching to be inside of her. Her breath pauses when she feels me against her.

“Do you feel that, baby?” I say. She nods again and I kiss her neck, not able to stop myself this time from taking a small, tender bite. “I want you so bad. Can I have you, baby? Can I taste you? Can I f*ck you?”

This time the shaking travels all the way through her, and I hear her lose control with a small cry as she says, “Yes.”

Yes.

Her next song needs to be this word.

My hands press against her biceps then slide around her body from her arms to her silky covered breasts, and I can feel how much she wants me, too. Her nipples are hard through the lace, and I run my thumbs over them again and again until she cries out with her ache and need.

“Please,” she begs, and I smile against the top of her head, letting my eyes fall to a close as I slip my thumbs inside the top of her bra, sliding it down over the swell of her tits until I feel the pure ecstasy that is her bare skin and the puckered sweetness of each nipple. I cup each peak in my hands and let my thumbs run roughly over her hardness until her head falls back against my chest and her back arches with want.

I let her fight against it, try to will it, for almost a minute while I slowly rub circles around the bright red peaks until I finally give her what I know she’s desperate for and squeeze each raw tip between my thumb and index finger. Her knees weaken and her body betrays her, wanting to fall to the bed, but I’m not ready yet. This torture—this sweet, sweet song—I’ve craved it for so long, and it’s still at the beginning.

I hold her to me, the pressure hard and her legs trembling as her weight falls into my front. I’m so hard against her I know she can feel me in her hands, so with her breasts under my complete control, I tell her what to do.

“Touch me. Feel it,” I say through gritted, sex-hungry teeth. “Grab my cock, baby. Take me in your hands.”

Her fingers are fast and her palm is like fire against me as she grabs me through my jeans. I groan at her touch and my hands open and cup her breasts entirely. I want to be free and in her. I need to be in her, but the waiting has never felt so f*cking amazing.

“Let go,” I demand, and she obeys.

My hands fall away from her breasts at the same time, and she stands still in front of me, her hands resting along her lower back, her breath ragged and her shoulders shaking under the cool air of the room. I lick my lips and hold my right fist to my mouth, wanting to touch her more but forbidding myself until she asks for it. In silence, I stand there looking at her, seeing every curve from behind, where her arms lead to breasts I’ve touched but have barely seen. Time drags on, and I know she’s in this with me, and I begin to chuckle deep within my chest.

“You’re going to have to ask me, Murphy. Tell me. What do you want?” I ask, my hands ready to move on her word.

“Touch me,” she says.

“Where, baby?” I ask, my hand poised and ready at her neck.

“Everywhere,” she breathes, and with her permission, I lay my palm flat on her back and press until she bends forward.