RISK(31)

He kisses his way down my neck. His lips are plush and soft as they leave a trail of desire that heats my skin. I squirm when he reaches my shoulders, and his fingers push aside the small, thin straps of material that hold my dress in place.

I'm hit with a rush of frustration when his mouth stops as it reaches the top of my breasts. He squeezes them, his fingers plumping my pebbled nipples through the thin fabric.

He's on his knees before I realize what's happening. His hands slide over the back of my legs from my ankles, up my calves and then to my thighs. He fists the hem of the skirt of my dress into his hands, pulling it up as he goes.

I shiver when my almost bare ass is exposed to the air conditioned room. I feel the smile on his lips against the skin of my thigh. "Your body is beautiful, Ellie. It's so f*cking beautiful."

I believe him. I don't know if it's because I need to or want to. I don't care. I want to be beautiful to him. I want to be the only woman he wants or needs, even if it's just right at this moment.

He moves then. His lips search out that one spot of skin on my outer thigh that his fingers were so focused on. He kisses my scar, softly and tenderly. Reverently.

"You saved a life."

I nod, unable to form any words. It's just a kiss, but the sensation and the words combined overwhelm me.

"The next time I f*ck you, I'm going to spend hours licking your *." His mouth moves across my thigh to the edge of my blue lace panties. "I'm going to pull you onto my face and you'll ride me until you come over and over again. Until your taste is imprinted on my lips and until the only thing I can smell is the scent of you."

My knees buckle from his fevered words. I stumble only for a second before his strong hands grab hold of me, leveling my balance.

"Tonight I'll sample this," he rasps as his right hand fists the edge of my panties before they snap apart under his touch. "A taste and then I need to f*ck."

I reach down to steady myself, my fingers tugging on his hair. My eyes close when I feel his lips on me. He parts my folds with his tongue. I moan softly as he hones in on my pulsing clit. The pressing need to come chases everything else away.

"Please, Nolan," I murmur as my hips circle slowly. My body finds its own rhythm, desperate for the release that his lips and tongue promise.

He answers my plea with a finger. One long, expert finger glides inside of me, its path clear as it seeks out that spot that I sense will send me reeling. I've never been with a man who knew how to eat me this way, with just the right balance of slow, smooth lashes of his tongue and the voracity of his lips as they suck on my swollen nub of nerves. No one has ever slid a finger inside of me and crooked it at just the right angle, so my body reacts without thought.

I'm so close that I whimper. I can't control it. I want the release so desperately that I dig my fingernails into his scalp, grinding myself on his mouth, aching for him to take me there. I crave more. I need more as much as I need my next breath. I don't care what I look like or sound like. I just want to come.

"I have to f*ck you," he whispers against my flesh. "The first time you come for me I want to feel it around my cock."

I close my eyes at the heat in his words. It's there in his voice, the raging need to be inside me.

"Christ, Ellie."

I feel his breath on my neck, sense the movement of his hands, and hear the unmistakable rattle of a belt buckle and a zipper lowering.

I open my eyes to the darkened room. There's enough light from a small lamp in the corner to illuminate us both. I see his cock. Beautiful. It's long and thick, jutting out from his body. He pulls a condom package from the front pocket of his pants. I watch silently as he sheathes himself, slowly and meticulously. His large fist pumps over the barrier that is now the only thing separating the two of us.

He kisses me again, but this time the tenderness is buried beneath a layer of measured aggression. His tongue tangles with mine, teasing and taunting. I push my body closer to his, wanting to feel every part of him that's exposed.

He's as dressed as he was when we got here. His shoes are still on. Only one button is undone on his pressed shirt. His pants hang open, enough that his cock has the room it needs, but the rest of him is hidden away.

I try to unbutton his shirt but his hands are on mine, tugging them behind my back. "Your hands. I can't. If you touch me, I'll blow apart. I f*cking swear I will come apart, Ellie. Don't."

I whimper. "Fuck me then."

"That mouth," he hisses. "That goddamn mouth of yours makes me so f*cking hard."

I try to move but his grip is too tight. I lean forward and run my tongue over his jaw, across the stubble that's now taken root on his skin. I bite him softly. "Don't wait. Take me now."

He grinds against me, one hand cupping the nape of my neck, the other circles my waist. His movements are precise, quick and fluid. He spins us both around, lowering me onto my back on the leather couch.

"I've thought about this a million times," he says darkly. "You like this. Spread open, wet, aching for me."

He moves and my body does too, seamlessly my legs part and he settles between them. His cock is resting against my thigh. It's heavy, needy.

He palms it as he looks down at me. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust. "You tell me if it's too much, Ellie. You tell me to stop if that's what you need."