Hold Me (Fool's Gold #16)(81)

At last he lowered his head and took her right nipple into his mouth.

She exhaled sharply as she felt the warm, moist heat of his mouth envelop her through the thin cotton. His tongue swirled against her tight, sensitive skin. Nerve endings danced with joy and sent ribbons of heat shimmering down to her belly.

She was still in her nightgown, but the gauzy fabric didn’t get in the way at all. She felt the flick of his tongue then pulsing pleasure when he sucked, the coolness of the air on the damp material as he shifted to her other breast.

She wasn’t sure how long he went between them. First one then the other. When his mouth was on one breast, his hand was on the other. She learned there was a difference between what he could do with his tongue and his fingers, but both were very, very nice.

At some point she’d rolled onto her back, although she couldn’t say when. She’d moved her hands from his back to his shoulders and head. She trailed her fingers through his hair, and when he sucked a nipple in deeply, she groaned and dug into his shoulders.

The room had become very warm. She stirred restlessly, feeling the need for something more. She moved her legs against the sheet, squeezed her thighs together, but nothing helped. Relaxed muscles tensed, although she wasn’t sure why.

Kipling moved on the bed. She opened her eyes and saw he was removing his white long-sleeved shirt. She watched greedily, wanting to see his chest. He tossed the shirt away and, without thinking, she put his hands on the sculpted muscles.

His skin was warm and smooth. She saw his nipples were slightly raised.

“Does it feel the same?” she asked as she brushed her fingers against one of them.

He grinned. “I don’t know how it feels for you, but I like it.”

The anatomy was interesting, she thought. Similar but different.

He leaned in and kissed her as he tugged at her nightgown. She pulled it up to her waist, then he drew it off her.

Funny how a few minutes ago the thought of being naked would have made her nervous. Now all she could think about was that he was going to touch her without the impediment of fabric, and how good that was going to be. She sank back onto the mattress and wrapped her arms around him. He smiled then kissed her.

Her eyes closed as she lost herself in his mouth on hers. His hand returned to her breasts. She sighed as he cupped her curves. This was so nice, she thought. She could—

His hand was moving. Down her rib cage, across her belly, before settling on the top of her thigh. Because he was going to touch her there.

Destiny wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She was still kind of tense and hot, but also nervous. But the kissing was good, and when he didn’t move right away, she relaxed. Because so far everything he’d done had felt nice. Not earth-shattering like everyone said, but still pleasant. If this was sex, and it was important to him, she could certainly see doing it every month or so.

He let his hand travel up her thigh, back to her stomach then make the return trip. So slow and easy, she almost didn’t notice. The second time, he went all the way to her breast, where he stroked her nipples. The restlessness returned, and she shifted.

When he went back down again, somehow her legs opened a little, and he rested his fingers against her girl parts. Not pushing or actually touching, just kind of resting.

He broke the kiss.

“I want you to tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing,” he said softly. “If it hurts or makes you uncomfortable.”

She opened her eyes and found him watching her. His dark blue gaze was intense.

“If you want to tell me to go faster or slower, that would be good, too.”

“Why would I do that?” she asked.

He smiled. “There will be a point when you’re going to want to give instructions.”

“I doubt that.”

The smile turned into a grin. “Trust me.”

“Okay.”

He moved his hands against her, pressing down some. Warmth seemed to radiate from wherever he touched. An odd warmth that made her want to strain toward him.

“What do you know about anatomy?” he asked. “About this area in particular?”

“The usual stuff.”

He lightly kissed her. “Close your eyes.”

She did as he requested. His fingers parted her, then he touched her intimately.

That one night at the bar had been different. He’d been inside her, but he hadn’t touched her. Not like this. Not with fingers that seemed to find every nerve ending she had and set it tingling.

He pushed a single finger inside her, and she instinctively pressed her hips toward him. She liked the feeling of fullness. The in-and-out motion made her strain a little. She parted her legs even more. He stroked inside her, pushing up, and in and—

The good became great as he found some nerve knot or something. Her breath caught as he moved his finger back and forth against sensitive inner skin.

“G-spot,” he murmured.

“I thought that was a myth.”

He moved his finger again. “You tell me.”

She would if she could breathe, she thought, tilting her hips to give him more access.

He pulled out, and she nearly whimpered. But before she could complain, he placed three fingers on the very center of her and moved in a slow circle.

“Clitoris.”

She would have said something, only she couldn’t speak. Nothing they’d done had prepared her for the waves of heat and need rushing through her.