Alarm tingled in her gut. Was that bad? Did that signal that she had schoolgirlish romantic fantasies and couldn’t be taken seriously?
Screw it. She was who she was. “Longer. It smells like you.” She pressed another kiss to his chest. “And I have no intension of giving it back, so just write it off now.”
He eased her back by the arms and looked down at her, a faint grin easing the tight line of his mouth. “I have no intension of asking for it back. I love the thought of you sleeping in it.” He gripped the bottom again. “But not tonight.” And he drew it off over her head in one quick pull. “Tonight,” he said, dropping the shirt to the floor and stroking both hands over her shoulders, down her sides, and up her belly to cup her breasts, “you’re sleeping in nothing but skin. You, me, skin, and sheets. All. Night. Long.”
He bent at the knees, wrapped his arms around her waist, then straightened, carrying her with him. Avery laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist. And when he tilted his head toward hers, she wound her arms around his neck, met his kiss, and sank deep.
The moan that rolled through Trace’s chest gave her gooseflesh. Thick and low, like an animal’s warning growl, it vibrated from his body to hers and trembled in her throat. And when he leaned over the bed to lay her down, Avery reached for the waistband of his jeans. But he eased out of reach, kissing a hot trail down her neck, her chest, pausing to tease her nipples into peaks. His fingers dragged at her panties while his mouth traveled over her stomach and finally, finally covered her sex.
The rush of excitement burned straight up her body, and she moaned and arched. Trace dug in, eating at her like he’d been starved for weeks. And, sweet Jesus, Avery didn’t have to know anything about oral sex to know the man used his mouth like a god.
She threaded her fingers through his hair as his tongue did things that brought her to the edge of orgasm in seconds. And when she was about ready to fly, he lifted his head, leaving her throbbing, hot, and a little frantic for release.
He was breathing hard as he ran his tongue over his lips with a hum of pleasure. “God, I love the way you taste.” He turned his head and kissed a path along her thigh from her knee toward her sex. “I love the way you moan.” Instead of lavishing attention on her pussy again, he turned his head the other way and kissed the opposite leg from her knee to her sex. “I love the way you lift into my mouth, like you crave the feel of my tongue.” He blew on her, hot and soft, and Avery felt her sex open, felt wetness slide inside her.
With one hand fisted in the sheets, the other in his hair, she propped herself up on an elbow. “Don’t tease me, Trace. I need you.”
Trace pushed to his feet, then eased over her, laying his body on hers. She smiled as she sank into the mattress, then laughed as he rolled to his back, taking her with him. She sat up, straddling his hips, and reached for the waistband of his jeans. But her hair fell into her eyes, and when she lifted a hand to push it out of the way, Trace gripped her waist and lifted her until her thighs flanked his shoulders.
“Show me how badly you need me,” he said, his tone demanding as he gripped her hips and pulled her pussy straight to his open mouth.
Avery gasped at the sensation rocketing through her sex, and she bowed backward. “Oh my God . . .”
Her fingers curled around his wrists, holding on as he ate at her pussy the same way he ate at her mouth, creating a frenzy of shock waves through her body.
“Trace, Trace, Trace . . .” She had no idea why she kept repeating his name, but it tumbled out of her mouth among moans and mewls of ecstasy. Her orgasm rushed forward, and she couldn’t keep her body still. She had to move, had to rock to meet Trace’s mouth until they found the most insanely perfect grind. She’d never felt anything so wickedly good in her entire life. “God . . . Trace—”
The orgasm peaked, shuddering through her like an earthquake. She cried out while Trace kept licking and kissing and sucking two more mini-quakes from her.
“Oh my God . . .” She fell forward and rolled to her side, muscles limp, vision blurred.
Trace pushed her to her back and lay half on top of her, half on the bed. He pressed his face between her chin and her shoulder and kissed her there with a rough, “You blow my mind.”
Avery was breathing hard, her head filled with shards of light. She was pretty sure he was the one who’d blown her mind, but she couldn’t get the words out. His mouth traveled lazily over her shoulder before he tilted her face toward him and covered her mouth with his.
But this time his kiss was languid and deep, and even though the rigid, denim-clad line of his cock pressed hard against her thigh, he just sank into the kiss as if he weren’t dying to be exactly where Avery had just come from.
Still floating, she slid one hand over his shoulder, down his arm, his chest, then wedged it between them so she could stroke him. He was so thick and hard, and the way his needy sound rolled from deep in his chest sparked something elemental inside Avery.
But just as she closed her fingers on the tab to his zipper, Trace closed his hand over hers, threaded their fingers, and pressed their joined hands to the bed alongside her head. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, soft and quiet. “Not yet. I just want to be for a while.”
She let her other hand sift through his thick hair. “Be?”
He turned his head and rested it against her chest, his ear over her heart. “Be. Just . . . be. With you.” He made an inpatient sound in his throat and repositioned his thigh so that his cock wasn’t rubbing against her leg. “I want to touch you. I want to taste you. I want to inhale you. I want to crawl under your skin and nest.”
Avery laughed. “You’re already there, handsome.” She sighed. “Already there.”
They fell into silence. Silence while their breathing returned to normal. Silence while they touched each other. Silence while they lay skin to skin. A comfortable silence. A sweet silence.
“Are you getting up at four again tomorrow?” he finally asked, kissing a path between her breasts.
“Unless I’m given incentive to stay in bed.”
He rolled to his hands and knees and hovered over her, grinning with that sexy little glint in his eye. “I might have the knowledge and the equipment necessary to provide such incentive.”
She slid her free hand down his body and stroked his erection. “I know for a fact you have both.”
He kissed her again, but it was still filled with sweetness and affection, not the passion and lust she was accustomed to, and she had to admit, that threw her off a little.