The Espionage Effect(15)
“No touching?”
“For you. You are not to touch: yourself or me.”
My brow wrinkled in confusion. “Where’s the fun for you?”
His lips curved into a wicked smirk. “Everywhere.”
Then he flicked a glance at the faintly illuminated face of his watch. “Nineteen minutes…”
The countdown taunted me more than the tone of his voice. Curiosity prevailed. I closed my eyes and laid back, relaxing my arms at my sides. Mouth shut. Eyes shut. Hands...I loosely gripped the sheets, ensuring that they’d stay put.
Stripped of sight, I became acutely aware of everything…including the sight that I’d been robbed of. Hiding in the shadows meant watching, seeing the world for what it was, analyzing and assessing others. Only now, I’d freely given up that valued sense—in lieu of something in return.
When nothing immediately happened, I inhaled a slow breath.
His weight on the bed shifted, my shoulder dipping, then rising, like his upper body settled there. Heat prickled over my skin, detecting his proximity. Seconds later: a touch on my shoulder. His lips. No, the tips of his fingers.
“Stop thinking,” he ordered, his low tone curt with warning.
Allowing someone this close to me both unnerved and exhilarated me. I’d never let anyone in to this degree before. And Alec was in, all right. In my head. Under my skin.
Eyes firmly closed, resigned to my fate if only for the next eighteen minutes and twelve seconds, I gave a barely perceptible nod.
Before my next heartbeat, the warm brush of a sensation returned. Only this time, blanked out my mind, only enjoyed…felt…accepted.
That’s when it happened.
As his slight touch traveled down my arm, awakening nerve endings with a whispering tease, the rest of my body hummed to life. My skin warmed further. Ache flared hotter between my legs. My lips parted on a gasp as my breath caught.
And his touch had only drifted to the inside of my elbow, lingering there in a slow circle.
Maddening.
His “stop thinking” command had been an add-on rule, but it wasn’t a hard one to follow. The feverish sensations zinging out of control spun my thoughts into a chaotic whirlwind.
Warmth bloomed over one of my nipples. Hot. Hotter. His breath. I held mine, wound tight with need. When coolness followed, I exhaled.
Relief swirled, then mixed with heady anticipation.
Firm pressure slid across the skin below the center of my ribcage, then lowered over my belly, light at first, then heavier. His flattened palm.
The sensation shifted, splitting apart into heavier pinpoints, rotating. Pointed fingertips.
Lower, lower…they dragged over my skin, abrading the thin cotton over my flesh.
My breath quickened, pulse thrumming hard, as his touch veered wide, seeming to part around the hot, swollen bundle of nerves that ached to be touched. Instinctually, I arched up, seeking…more.
And everything vanished. No touch. No heat. Well, not exactly everything: I remained a throbbing, quivering jumble of need.
Forcing myself to follow the three simple rules he’d dictated, I settled down and relaxed back onto the bedding.
My reward was his instant resumed touch. In different places than before.
Hot breath fogged near my ear. A chill skittered across my skin, firing goose bumps in a torrent down my entire left side as I shuddered.
The sensation continued, a warm trail teasing sensually down the column of my neck, across my collarbone, drifting lower…
The firm pressure of his palm pressed just above my knee, slid upward along my inner thigh, rising higher…
Stripped down emotionally, razed to a primal level of trembling desire, I swallowed hard, trying to focus on slowing my shaky breaths to calm the dizzying erotic tailspin.
Softness pressed just below my collarbone, pinched together, sucked upward. A duplicate sensation followed slightly lower: another branding kiss.
Teasing pressure circled once on the sensitive heated skin of my inner thigh. Then rose higher, catching the fabric that barely covered me and tugging it.
His hand continued upward, binding the fabric tighter against the apex of my thighs, right where I throbbed hardest. His mouth trailed downward, the sharpness of teeth nipping at my skin in shortening intervals, like a stone skipping over rippling water, until he gently bit at the skin along my upper breast. Lower…
The hard pinch that followed ripped a moan from my throat as he clamped down around my nipple. At the same time, he yanked the material between my thighs harder, spearing an ache there, firing it deeper. My moan dragged out as the sweet torture wore on, long seconds of need coiling ever tighter.
A distant thump. A closer tinkling clank.
A loud knock echoed into the private space around us.
“Room service!” a voice called through the closed door.
My eyes flew open as cool air rushed over the wet fabric covering my nipple. When he eased his hold on my boxers, my hand shot to his wrist and gripped it hard. “Don’t you dare.”
“All three rules broken at once.” One corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Impressive.”
He gave me a hard stare before it sparkled with both mischief and taunt. Then he placed his hands on my knees, spread my legs, and dove downward. His mouth crashed onto my clit, and he sucked hard on the sensitized nerves right through my boxers.
Pummeled with sensation, ache snapping into painful need, the buildup crested in seconds. In a fogged state of awareness, I turned my head and muffled a scream into the pillow that cradled my head. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me as he continued to rhythmically suck, wringing every last ripple of orgasm from my body.