A Cosmic Kind of Love(74)

His mouth trailed a delicious path down my throat, and I bowed into him, the words seduced from my lips.

“I can’t stop thinking,” I confessed on a sigh. “Do you like my body, my kiss? Am I too soft? Can I make this good for you? What will you like—”

Chris kissed me, his tongue licking at mine, the kiss deep and sexual and literally breath-stealing. All my worries went up in flames as the haze consumed me. I panted for air when he finally released me. My expression must have been something, because his was more than a little cocky. “That’s better.”

“Captain—”

“I have been fantasizing about this moment for weeks.” He walked me back toward the bed and gently pushed me down on it. He reached around my back and unclipped my bra, sliding the straps down my arms. I shivered as the cups fell away, my nipples tight and hard as the cool air hit them.

Chris covered my right nipple with his mouth and sucked at it. Heat shot between my legs, and I let out a sharp cry.

He lifted his gaze to mine, his dark with hunger as he dropped the bra and curled his fingers into my underwear.

“My shoes,” I whispered.

“I’d like to leave them on.”

I shivered at what this said about how he felt about my shoes. Biting my lip against a grin, I lifted my hips off the bed to help him with my underwear.

The urge to cover myself was real, but then I saw the way Chris’s breathing changed as he devoured the naked sight of me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said shakily, his eyes meeting mine so I could see the sincerity in them. “Beyond anything anyone could want. And I want you, Hallie. But this isn’t just about me. You get that right? Sex is about two people, not just the guy and what he wants.”

I raised an eyebrow because that wasn’t what I’d experienced. The lovers I’d had had been pretty selfish. Or were they? Had I just been so focused on pleasing them I’d railroaded myself out of the experience?

Chris cursed under his breath at my expression and then abruptly kissed me with a fierceness that obliterated my brain cells. When we came up for air, he said, “I know you have an issue with trying to please people, but here’s how we get past it in here: it is doubtful that there is anything you can do in this bed that I won’t like.” He grinned boyishly, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “But I promise to be one hundred percent honest and tell you if something is not working for me. Now you promise me that if something isn’t working for you, you’ll tell me. Promise me you’ll be honest with me.”

Oh man, this guy. I’d never met anyone who cared enough to be in my head like Chris was. “I promise.”

“Good.” He reached for another kiss.

I gently halted his progress, and he stood up straight, brow puckered. Then I confessed without thought, “I saw you naked at your aunt’s house.”

Seriously, what was with my lack of a filter around him?

Chris raised an eyebrow. “When?”

“You know how I tripped over Bandit?”

“You were spying on me?”

“Unintentionally.” I stood up, my hands raised beseechingly. “Oh God, Chris, I’m so sorry. I came up the stairs, and your door was open, and you took off your underwear—and your ass, oh Jesus, your ass is mesmerizing, but then I realized I was perving on you, and I tried to back away, but I fell over the dog and— Oh!” I yelped in surprise as he lifted me by the waist and threw me with ease onto the bed.

I landed with an oof and sat up on my elbows to watch Chris unzip his jeans.

“You’re not mad?”

“Did it make you hot?” he asked hoarsely, shoving down his jeans. “Watching me?”

“Yes. Very, very, very, very hot.”

Then he was naked. Entirely naked.

And apparently he wanted me a whole lot.

“Oh boy.” My gaze flew upward. “I’m sorry for being insecure earlier. Clearly, I had nothing to worry about.”

His lips twitched as he approached the bed. “Still, I think we need to make sure you’re back in the moment and not stuck in your head.”

“How?”

“By giving you it.” Chris wrapped his hands around my ankles and yanked me down the bed.

I laughed at the swiftness of the movement, but the sound petered off into a gasp as he kneeled at the end of the bed and spread my legs. His mouth settled between my thighs, and Chris proved he was a man of many, many talents. The tension coiled low and fiery in my belly, building as his tongue and fingers played me beautifully. He learned me, he paid attention, and when he discovered what worked, he kept at it with determination.

I came with a shattered cry, and as I shuddered on his bed with the release, I felt his fingers on the straps of my shoes. Within seconds, my shoes were gone, and I waited, all hot, damp skin and renewed need, as Chris grabbed a condom out of his bathroom and donned it.

Greedily, I reached for him, opening my legs to him as he settled his powerful body along mine and kissed me. Wanting to touch and feel every inch of him, my hands wandered over his back, down his stomach, and wrapped around him.

Chris groaned into my mouth, kissing me deeper.

He throbbed hotly in my hands as I guided him between my legs.

Then he pressed forward.

I widened my thighs and slid my hands across his smooth back, my fingers reaching for his ass, digging into the muscles there as Chris broke the kiss to brace himself on his hands. Our gazes locked as my body gave way to his.