Sinful Longing (Sinful Nights, #3)(55)
In seconds he’d stripped her down to next to nothing, tossing her shorts and tank on the floor. She scooted back on her bed, wearing only a pair of pink cotton panties and her tattoos.
She froze and held up her index finger. “Wait.”
He raised an eyebrow in a question.
“Close your eyes,” she told him.
He shrugged happily, figuring whatever was coming next would be worth the surprise. A drawer opened behind him with a squeak, then he counted the seconds as she moved around. Nineteen long ones later, the mattress dipped lightly and she told him to open his eyes.
Holy f*cking fantasy.
The socks.
The roller skating socks. They were white with purple stripes at the knees, and they were so f*cking hot. His dick was operating at a ninety-degree angle now.
“You are going to get f*cked so good right now. In so many ways,” he growled as he crawled up on the bed, running his hands up her legs, from the socks to her knees, to those gorgeous thighs, which led to his favorite place in the universe. He kneeled over her, bending his face to her center. Kissing her belly. Her hips. Inhaling her. Fuck, her scent drove him wild. He pressed his lips roughly against the waistband of her panties, then tugged at them with his teeth.
She laughed lightly, but her laughter was swallowed up as he yanked them to her knees, and her hips shot up.
“Colin,” she whispered, surprise in her tone. But excitement, too, judging from the sexy little murmur she made.
Once he had the underwear to her ankles, he tugged them off.
“Just like I’ve always wanted,” he said, meeting her eyes. Hers were full of lust—a lust that matched his. “You in just these.”
“That’s what I like—being your fantasy.”
“Fulfilling my fantasy,” he corrected, then he wrapped his hands around each sock-covered ankle and lifted up her knees. “Fuck,” he said, in utter appreciation of the sight in front of him. “Just look at how f*cking hot you are. I can barely take it. You’re killing me with hotness,” he said as he stared at her *. The absolutely divine, f*cking gorgeous * that he wanted to worship. He loved the taste of her, the feel of her, and the heat of her. He loved traveling the path of her body back to that treasure. His cock throbbed insistently against his shorts as he nibbled his way up her legs. Bit the back of her knee above the socks. Kissed the inside of her thigh. Nipped that enticing, tantalizing spot where her legs curved into her slick folds. He ran his tongue along her wetness and she rose up, arching into him.
“My new addiction. I’m high on you,” he whispered, before he buried his face between her legs until she was panting, screaming, and writhing. She flung her hands into his hair, grabbing him and pulling him as close as he could be. He was smothered in her, and he loved it. He could spend the day camped out there. Just tasting her, and kissing her, and savoring her. Slipping a finger inside, he drew her clit into his lips and sucked hard. She squirmed and moaned loudly. Soon she was frantically f*cking his finger, so he added another, then pressed his thumb against her ass.
Like. Magic.
Like a secret X that marked the spot on his woman.
It turned her into a primal creature. As he rubbed his thumb against that forbidden spot, his sweet, feisty, fiery, complicated, lovely Elle became a two-minute timer of hot, dirty desire. She’d gone from zero to sixty in mere seconds, and her noises grew wild. Her hips rocked into his mouth as she wrapped her sock-covered legs so damn tightly around his head.
He was everywhere in her. Hands, lips, tongue, fingers. Thrusting inside her. Fucking her in so many ways. Lust slammed into him from every corner of the world as his beautiful woman came undone in his mouth, her sweetness on his lips, her pleasure flooding his tongue. Her heady taste was all over him as she cried out his name like the chorus of a classic rock anthem.
After she came down from her orgasmic high, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands then returned to her. He shucked off his clothes and moved alongside her, her back to his front, yanking her alongside his erection. “I want to flip you over onto your hands and knees and f*ck you on all fours with you dressed like that,” he said, his voice hot and smoky with desire. She shivered against him. “I want to bend you over the side of the bed and just take you in nothing but your knee-highs.” He pressed against her tailbone. She answered with a sexy purr. “But this poor little dislocated and relocated thumb of yours is making me think of other ways I can have you, since I can’t put you on your hands and knees like I want,” he said in her ear, in a dirty growl.
“Mmm…what other ways?”
“Where are your toys? Nightstand drawer?”
Her hazel eyes lit up as she shifted in his arms to face him. The gold flecks in them sparkled with a naughty glint. “Yes. What do you want to use on me?”
“Let’s see what my options are,” he said, then slid open the drawer. Holy shit. It was like a fiesta of sex toys. “I think they might be mating in there.”
She laughed. “One can only hope.”
The drawer was a shrine to battery-operated friendships. Elle owned everything from pearl-filled, ten-speed rabbits, to finger vibrators, to waterproof dolphin-style massagers. But in the midst of all that purple and red and silver silicone, he spotted a slender pink vibrator with a small remote attached. It wasn’t wide like the others, nor did it have the little fluttery wings for clit stimulation.