Fireball (Cheap Thrills #1)(33)
Hearing him murmur please, I opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles. Just as I was closing the door again, all the lights went off, and we were plunged into pitch darkness. I was so confused by the fact I couldn’t see suddenly, that I didn’t even realize there weren’t any lights on outside either meaning everyone on my street was affected by it.
Taking a step forward, I hissed when the hip bone on my thankfully non-tattooed leg, hit the edge of the kitchen island. “Shit.”
Figuring walking with glass bottles when you couldn’t see what was in front of you really wasn’t smart, I felt around to make sure I had a decent area of counter to put the bottles on without them falling and shattering on the floor. Broken glass, no lights, walking blind… it was a recipe for disaster, and just for one night it would be nice not to have anything like that happen. I was still riding the high of my new ink, vision or no vision. Just as I was setting them down two large arms wrapped around me, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me and making me scream.
“It’s just me, Tab. You’re ok,” Dave murmured in my ear.
I don’t know if it was the darkness and the fact I couldn’t see him, or if his breathing was more audible thanks to the silence around us, but suddenly I was more aware of him than I’d been before – and I’d been plenty aware of him. As if he was feeling the same thing, he slowly flattened his hands on my stomach and rubbed them at an insanity inducing speed up and down my sides. How was it insanity inducing? Because he took his freaking time, like he didn’t want to miss an inch of what he was feeling.
Leaning my head back onto his chest, I moved my hands off the counter and reached behind him, beginning my own hand journey on his body. It was all hard muscled bumps, something which I knew already, and I realized now why he was taking his time. I really didn’t want to go fast and miss anything. I’d already seen it and felt it, but not like this. When your eyesight’s taken away, you’re left with your other senses which go into overdrive. I could smell his scent, a light sandalwood fragrance, and each breath in gave me more of it. It wasn’t like he’d bathed in the cologne, far from it, but it was that bit stronger than normal. I could also hear his breaths as the frequency of them increased with each movement of both of our hands. And then there was the touching, something that I’d never appreciated more than I did in that moment.
Moving his head, he used his chin to tip my head to the side, and then I felt the rasp of his stubble on the side of my face as he dragged his nose slowly down until he got to my neck. With no air conditioning on, the room was starting to feel a little bit warm and what we were doing wasn’t helping it at all. Was I going to complain or put a stop to it? No way. I was going to embrace my inner tropical goddess, invest in coconuts to make into a bra, and buy bamboo plants.
Why the hell was I thinking about coconut bras and bamboo plants?
“Never,” he husked into my ear, “have I felt anything so beautiful in my life. I never thought I’d want someone so much that even just doing this would be enough for me.” His actions contradicted his words as he reached down for the bottom of my t-shirt, and then lifted it so he could get to the skin underneath. Following the path further up, he spread his fingers so he could cup a breast in each hand. “Your skin is so soft,” he continued as he pressed small kisses down the line of my neck, periodically stopping to suck the skin briefly, but not enough to leave a mark. “And these fit perfectly in my hands,” he said as he gently began to knead the mounds, his crotch grinding into my ass.
On his next inhale of oxygen to say something, I spun around and aimed my mouth for where I figured his would be. As I made contact, I had a moment's worry that I’d hit his t-shirt or his arm, but somehow I got the lips I was aiming for on the first go. As his tongue flicked against mine, his arms crushed me to him, pulling me up onto my toes so I didn’t lose contact with him.
Reaching down, I grabbed his top in both hands and tugged it out of his waistband, lifting it as far as I could, freeing enough of him for me to touch and explore with nothing in the way. Memories of the moment we’d had in my pool hit me as I skimmed across the areas that I could get to, and it was like I could picture what I was touching perfectly at that moment. The only time I stopped my exploration was when I got the area that I knew had the lyrics to the Guns N’ Roses song, and even then it was only to hold it for a second before continuing around to his back.
Sharply pulling away from me, I felt light puffs of air against my lips as he growled, “Tell me if you don’t want this, baby.”
Was he insane? I hadn’t picked up on it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t.
“If you stop, I’ll tackle you down, glue you to the floor, and use you as my own personal sex doll for life,” I warned him, deciding that the threat had merit if he pulled away.
Thankfully for him, he didn’t and swooped back in to take my mouth. It wasn’t enough though, now that we both had the green light, it wasn’t even close to enough. As if we both had the same thought, we pulled back and yanked our tops over our heads. Just as I dropped mine, his hands moved behind my back and effortlessly unsnapped the clasp of my bra. Before I could commend him on his skill, I was being lifted and placed on the counter of the island with him pushing between my legs. It was almost overwhelming being skin to skin with him, his mouth working mine, his hard cock pressing into my overly ready center, and his hands roaming, only pausing to rub a nipple with his thumb or gently squeeze it before continuing on.