Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(84)

Malcolm started laughing in response. “What’s up with you?”

I pressed my lips together in an attempt to get myself under control. He let go of the covers and sat back on his legs. Closing my eyes, I let out a slow breath then released the grip I had on the blanket. As soon as I did, the covers began a slow journey down. The cool air hit my breasts. The covers stopped moving. I opened my eyes to see Malcolm staring at me. I dared not let my eyes go lower than his face.

“When in Rome?” I squeaked out.

I waited for him to say something. Instead, he shifted so that he was above me again, on all fours. Slowly, he leaned down, but kept our bodies separated. He brushed his lips against mine. They trailed down the side of my jaw to my neck. Each kiss was light, barely making contact with my flesh. Beneath my earlobe. The tip of my chin. From one side to the next, taking his time and driving me crazy in the process.

A soft moan escaped my lips when his tongue traced along my collarbone. He placed kisses on my chest between the valley of my breasts. My back arched with need. The aching need to have his tongue on my nipples. Burning desire to have his hands on me, buzzed through my body, but the only contact were his lips. My own hands fisted the sheets in fear of breaking the spell.

My heart rate increased. He shifted. The covers went lower. My stomach now exposed. That ball of nervousness started to form. I closed my eyes, focusing on the good feelings being created. This was Malcolm. My Malcolm. He wasn’t going to hurt me.

His tongue circled my navel, and I shuddered from the contact. Goosebumps covered my body, and I worked hard to not squirm. A light trail of kisses made their way back up my body. The fine hairs of his beard scratched along my flesh, adding another dimension to the sensations. I whimpered.

His lips were on mine again. The kiss slow, and unrushed. Just his lips moving atop mine. Sweet. Sensual. The kiss of a lover. My lover.

I needed more. I wanted more. I brought my hands up, wrapping them around his neck. He got the message. His tongue slid into my mouth, and his body covered mine. The warmth, the full contact. I wanted him, needed him. He was the air; I could breathe again.

His hand covered my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. I arched my back, reveling in the feel. Malcolm’s mouth left mine, turning its attention to the stiff bud. His tongue flicked the erect peak drawing another moan from me. My legs parted, his erection pressed against me through the covers. I lifted my hips, yearning for closer contact. My nails raked down his back as his tongue made an excruciatingly slow circle around the sensitive bud. This had to be a new form of torture. My body was on fire with desire, but he was in no hurry to put out the flames.

I continued to move my hips against his bulging erection. “Malcolm, please.”

I felt the hot burst of air as he chuckled in response. The tip of his nose led the path across my chest before he gave the other breast the same treatment. His hands went to my hips, forcing them to be still. I groaned and felt him smile against my heated skin.

Using his nose, he made a zig-zag path down my abdomen, blowing ever so lightly as he went. With his body gone, the bracing air hit my flesh, but did nothing to cool me off. He stopped moving when he reached the edge of the covers. My ragged breathing was the only thing I heard. I waited with bated breath for his next move. The lower half of my body remained covered, and I desperately wanted him to expose the rest.

His hand splayed across my lower stomach. His thumb dipped below the covers, skimming across the top of my hairs. I lifted my head to look at him. The intensity in his eyes caused a shudder. He made sure I felt the brush of each of his fingers as they grazed across my body.

My head fell back against the pillow, and I let my legs drift farther apart as he revealed the rest of me. He kissed the inside of my thigh. Then the other. My hands fisted the sheets in anticipation. I shuddered when his tongue ran up my thigh, stopping just before he got to where I craved him most.

I wanted him now. An unbearable need to have him inside me radiated through my entire being. I bit down on my lip to stop the plea that was on the tip of my tongue. I wouldn’t rush him. He pressed his nose directly between my legs and inhaled. My breathing had been reduced to shallow pants. He placed a kiss—no tongue, no fingers—just a kiss on my already throbbing sex, and I lost it. Letting out a strangled cry, my entire body shook as the orgasm shot through me.

Every nerve ending on alert, buzzing with awareness. Locked in on the miraculous feelings Malcolm created.

I panted, barely aware of what he was doing until his mouth closed around my clit. I covered my mouth with my hands to muffle the scream. He. Was. Merciless. The gentle suction had my head rolling from side to side. When his tongue slid the length of my folds, I squirmed to get away. His strong hands held me in place. It was sensory overload. He shifted, putting my legs over his shoulders. I gripped his hair, and moved my hips in sync with the movements of his mouth.

The building. I pushed myself into his face. The release. My legs shook. My body trembled. I couldn’t catch my breath. Just when I didn’t think I could take any more, he stopped.

I stared up at the ceiling as shockwaves continued to course through me. The bed shifted under his weight. I was vaguely aware of him moving. A drawer opened. Paper ripped. His mouth covered mine again as he settled his weight above me. The heady scent of my arousal filled my nostrils. I suckled his tongue, tasting myself, unashamedly turned on more by it.

He broke from the kiss, but our lips remained connected. “Are you okay?”