“You want to know when I knew I had feelings for you?” she asked.
“When?”
She put her lips against my ear, and my legs began to grow weak. Her breath was pulsing against my skin, breathing into me a desire I hadn’t felt since that weekend in New York City. My hands began to roam under her shirt, touching the soft skin of her body underneath my fingertips.
Holy hell, how I’d missed the way she felt.
“The moment in the park, when you held me a little too tight in your arms,” she said, whispering.
My lips found the crook of her neck. I peppered light kisses along her pulse point as she nuzzled her nose against my cheek. I wanted her. Then and there. No matter what had happened to her hands. I no longer cared about dinner or the wine I’d opened. I didn’t care about the cleaning I’d done or the talking I thought we were going to do while eating.
All I cared about was making love to the woman I held in my arms.
I slowly backed her into the living room and felt her ass hit the back edge of the couch. My lips trailed down to her breasts just before my hands pulled her shirt over her head. Her skin glistened in the sunlight that streamed through her windows while I undid the button on her jeans. I slid them down her legs, kissing her skin all the way down as it revealed itself to me.
Then, I picked her up in my arms and carried her upstairs to her room.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Stella
I felt my back hit the cool sheets before he began to yank off his clothes. I felt myself flush in wanton anticipation, my eyes searching his body as it came into view. His strong shoulders attached to a chiseled chest. It melted into a rippling abdomen I reached out to touch with my fingertips. They fluttered down the divots and peaks of his body while his pants fell to the floor, and I couldn’t help but take notice of his cock standing at attention in need of me. His thick legs twitched with delight as my fingertips slowly fluttered around his clothed cock, and as I thought about removing his boxers from his body, I watched him hook his fingers into the band himself.
Clad in nothing but his beautiful skin, he descended upon me. He leaned me up and unhooked my bra before he tossed the fabric to the side, then his lips sank to my pert nipple. I sighed at the sensation, reveling in the attention he was giving me while his tongue ran itself around my swollen bud. I rolled my hips against him as my hands flopped off to the side, and for the first time since I’d been with Christian, I felt like I wouldn’t be a complete partner in bed.
And he sensed something was wrong.
“Stella?” he asked. “Are you alright?”
“It’s just… my body,” I said breathlessly.
“What about it?” he asked.
“I’m so tired from everything, and I just…”
I closed my eyes and sighed, mentally tearing myself apart for neglecting myself the way I had.
But then, I felt him smile on my skin. I felt him slowly beginning to inch down my body. I felt his lips kiss my skin while my hands ran through his hair, his touch pulling sighs from between my lips while his tongue danced along my skin.
But the moment he sank between my legs, I lost all train of thought. His fingers hooked into my panties and slid them off my body, kissing every inch of my leg before he tossed the fabric off to the side.
“Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes and tilted my head up as I watched him kneel on the bed. His cock was raging, leaking precum I wanted to have sitting on the tip of my tongue. His wild blue eyes were hooked onto me, and his skin was flushed, and I felt myself spilling from between my pussy folds.
“Let me take care of you,” he said.
Without another word, he dipped back down between my legs. He licked a thick stripe up my pussy, drinking down my juices as he lapped at my folds. I felt his rough stubb
le against my thighs as he tossed my legs over his shoulders, and I allowed myself to get lost in him as his tongue found my clit.
He licked and sucked, enjoying himself while my body shivered and contracted at his every whim and want. He moaned into me, rattling my ribcage with his voice while his tongue pressed into my clit, and my entire world began to spin as I curled my fingertips into my sheets. I didn’t care about the future and I didn’t care about my heartache. All I needed right then and there was something to hold onto. Something to keep me grounded.
Something to remind me this was real.
Christian dug his fingertips into my thighs, pulling me closer while he ate his fill. I rolled my hips into his lips, painting his cheeks with my essence while my heels dug into his back. I locked my legs around him, pulling him as close as I could get him while his tongue flicked across my clit.
And then, I felt myself climb.