Brutally Beautiful(89)

The flames of the fireplace snapped and crackled behind me, the burn of its heat scorched my naked back, biting at my skin. The small bit of pain it brought gave me courage; but his stare, his stare made me forget my inhibitions. “The first time you kissed me in the trailer…it was the first time any man had ever called me beautiful,” I whispered, as I watched him pull himself out of those silky shorts.

A single pearl of pre-cum rested on the head of his cock as his clenched hands glided over its thickness. My tongue craved a taste, as I watched the small opal bead tremble slightly and slide down the smooth edge of his tightened skin. My breathing changed, quickening, as the teardrop slowly dripped under his fingers and disappeared into the rhythmic movements of his tightly fisted hand. “I tried so hard to stay away from you, but I couldn’t get you out my head. Every time I thought of you, I became more and more consumed, haunted by you. The harder I tried to forget about the things you said to me, watching you dance, and f*ck me, that kiss, the more obsessed I became. I couldn’t focus on anything else but you. I had no clue what you were doing to me; only that I needed you with such intensity that it terrified me. I found myself back at the bar watching you, like a junkie jonesing for my fix. You’re more than just beautiful, Sam.” His hands moved faster over his cock, his thumb rubbing its milky tears around its head.

I was speechless. This was a scene in a rated-R movie, not something that happens to a woman like me in real life. His words had me hurtling through space, sweeping past stars with the brightness of the moon dancing its shadows over my skin. My thumbs slipped under the waist of my pants and I gently guided them down my legs and stepped out. I wanted to be the starring actress in this movie.

Releasing himself, he leaned his hands on the edge of the couch and slowly stood. Paralyzed, I stayed in front of the fire and watched as he slowly closed the distance between us, stalking closer and closer, a hungry predator. The damp flesh between my legs ached with a nervous anticipation and suddenly he was on me, against me, my back thudding against the wall. He pressed his forehead to mine, and fixed his dark stare on me. “Beautiful is a pathetically weak word for what I’m seeing right now,” he growled.

The coarseness of his fingertips trailed down the skin of my neck sending tingles of prickly gooseflesh along my body. His mouth touched me, two soft warm lips against the flesh of my neck and the lightest flick of his tongue. His chest heaved against mine. My heart raced as I leaned my back further against the cool wall. I could feel my pulse throbbing in every part of my body as his erection pressed against the flesh of my stomach. “I can’t get your taste out of my head, Sam.”

Rough thumbs grazed along my jaw. His lips nipped my flesh again and again, raspy breath, hot against my skin. When his lips finally tasted mine, his savory flavor went to my head, his smell, and his touch. I was drowning in his warmth. His hands tore through my hair, his lips urgent and hungry. Just like in my trailer, you didn’t easily forget this kiss. I was a thirty-two-year old woman and I’d never been kissed like this before. Ever. Kade Grayson kissed the thoughts right out of my head, kissed my fears and anxiousness away, leaving me empty, and then poured himself in.

With his lips still on mine, he walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the couch. Then his hands slid over my ass and he pulled me down against his body until I sat straddling his legs. His hungry lips kissed warm wet trails down my neck and across my collarbone.

The scorching heat of his skin, bare, against mine had me panting. The strong grip he had on my flesh tightened as he pressed his tongue against one of my nipples. It swelled and hardened under his mouth. I could have wept with the need to melt myself over him.