Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

w it between my lips, biting it lightly, licking at it.

She let out a soft breath. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, discovering her tastes, seeking more of her as I played with her tongue. She was hesitant at first, shy, and I had no idea why the hell that made me feel a rush of affection and desire for her to open up to me, share a part of herself with me willingly. I let out a moan.

She made a little noise at the back of her throat. She tangled her fingers in my hair as she licked at my mouth, sucked on my tongue just the way I had with hers, and then I lost it.

So fucking good.

Calm down. I forced myself to slow down, concentrating on her needs and not my own. If it were up to me, her dress would be ripped to shreds by now. And her legs would be on my shoulders.

My hands stroked her neck, her shoulders, then paused just below her collarbone. Slowly so as not to spook her, I used my thumbs to stroke the delicious small swells of her breasts. When she moaned, I devoured her, slanting my mouth against hers, swirling my tongue inside her mouth again and again. My thumbs moved down and caught her nipples against the fabric, rubbing, pinching them with my fingers. I wanted to suck on them.

She yanked her mouth from mine.

“Cam!”

We were both breathing hard, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her head on my shoulder.

My sweet, sweet Spitfire.

“I’ll stop if that’s what you want,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

“I don’t know if I want to stop,” she breathed. She pulled back a little and looked at me. “I…I’ve never done this before, but I want…”

More, her eyes said. I placed a small kiss on her shoulder and smiled against her skin, letting out a long breath. If this made her speechless, we should definitely do it more.

“Did you enjoy it?” I murmured.

She nodded.

“Kara?”

“Yes?”

“I want to make you come.”

She took a deep, shaky breath.

“Can I?” I asked.

She turned her head so that her cheek was resting on my shoulder and her lips were touching my neck.

I ran a fingertip down her arm. “Are you wet?”

“I…don’t know,” she whispered.

“Can I feel you? I want to know if you are.”

She swallowed audibly. “If…if I’m what?”

“Wet,” I said in her ear. “Between your legs.”

She moaned again, arching her back unconsciously.

“You’re…you’re hard,” she blurted out.

“Yeah.”

“Does it…hurt?”