The Dating Proposal(39)
He dips his head to my neck and sucks on my skin, nipping me. I manage not to groan audibly, which I think is silver-star worthy.
When the car arrives and we get out, the restraint time ends, but not in a frenzy.
As soon as we reach the steps to his home, a classic San Francisco Victorian building, he closes his fingers over mine, gripping my hand in his. Within seconds, I’m in his arms, and we’re wrapped up in each other. His lips sweep mine, and I press my hands against his chest, and he does have the most fantastic body. He’s toned everywhere, strong everywhere, and I’m dying to get my hands up his shirt and feel his bare chest and his abs.
He twines his fingers through my hair, and the way he holds me, both tender and full of want at the same time, makes me start to believe in possibilities. Start to believe I can try again, and that it’ll be worth it.
Dangerous thoughts though. I vacuum them up. They don’t belong in this brand-new category of no-strings-attached dating.
I focus on the physical. His lips are soft, so unbearably soft, and I can’t stop kissing him. He has the faintest taste of cherry and tequila on his lips, and it drives me wild. Or maybe he’s driving me wild as he tugs me against him, the press of his body revealing his want, his desire for me. He’s so hard, so aroused, and I’m not kidding when I say it thrills me to the marrow of my bones.
There’s no space between us, and I don’t want there to be space between us. I grab his T-shirt, my fingers curled tightly around the fabric.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, his voice low and smoky. “Get inside.”
I flash him my naughtiest smile. “I could say the same thing to you.”
25
McKenna
He unlocks the main door, and we walk up two flights of stairs. As we round the stairwell, his hands are on my waist, and he’s telling me all the things he wants to do to me.
Undress you now.
Strip you naked.
Kiss you everywhere.
Taste you, touch you, feel you.
Make you come again and again and again.
And on that note, I’m officially liquefied. “You know, it’s not going to take me long when you talk like that.”
“Good. That’s the goal. And then I’ll do it one more time.” He opens the door to his place, and it’s spacious, with a wide living room that stretches the whole length of the building, it seems. I spot a few arcade games off in the corner, including Q*bert, and for a moment I pretend I’m a zombie, drawn to it. Chris circles his hands around my waist, picks me up, and carries me.
He turns me around, setting my butt on the console. His eyes blaze with wicked intent. “Want to play Q*bert a whole new way?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. It is the only answer.
I glance down at my short black skirt, and he pushes it higher, practically growling when he gets the first peek at white lace. He bends lower, kissing the inside of my thighs, softly trailing his tongue from my knee all the way up, then darting over to the other leg.
“You taste like sugar,” he murmurs.
“I dusted myself in it before I went out tonight.”
He laughs lightly then presses a hot kiss to the lace, and I can’t make any more jokes. I moan.
It feels glorious to be kissed like this.
He tugs off my underwear and spreads my legs. “Look at you. All hot and wet.”
He bends lower and licks my thigh, and the sound I make is obscene. I sound like an animal, and I feel like one too.
He groans his approval. “I like that. Keep that up all you want.”
I moan his name as he teases me. He nibbles lightly on my thigh as his strong hands spread me wider. I accidentally bump the start button, and even though he hasn’t put a quarter in the game, the theme music from Q*bert begins. I laugh, and so does he, but then my laugh turns into a long, low moan at the first flick of his tongue on me. I’ve entered an altered state, buzzing with bliss, crackling with heat. He’s magnificent, his tongue divine as he traces delirious lines up and down my center, making me whimper.
My noises seem to drive him. Each sound that tumbles from my lips makes him groan too. We become a feedback loop of wanting and giving, of taking and consuming, as I burn hotter with every single touch. I’m in heaven. I grip the edge of the game console as he devours me with his mouth, somehow both soft and hungry in the fevered slide of his lips.
His hands slink under my thighs, and he lifts my legs onto his shoulders, draping them over his back. I’m vaguely aware that I’m so completely vulnerable, giving myself to him, but it feels so right. I let go completely, panting as I say his name and tell him how good it feels.
He brings me to the edge of bliss and shatters me with an orgasm that’s as endless as it is intense. I let go of the side of the game and grab his hair, holding on to him as I come hard, seeing stars, seeing distant galaxies.
When my vision clears, I find him standing and staring at me with those dreamy eyes that reflect everything I want. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, tasting what he just did to me. “That was out of this world. You know how to go down on a girl.”
He kisses my forehead. “That’s because I can’t get enough of you. And now I want all of you.”
“Have me.”
He tugs me off the game and carries me to his bedroom where he strips me in seconds flat.