One Perfect Touch (Very Irresistible Bachelors 3)

“I’ll have some on the rocks.”

I fixed him one at the island in my kitchen. “Here it is. I’ll just take everything upstairs and come down when I’m ready.”

I pointed toward the couch, and he followed my hand with his gaze. He froze when he saw the lingerie set.

“You’re naked under that?” He pointed to my robe.

I nodded.

“Fucking hell.”

The next second, he closed the distance between us, kissing me fiercely.

***

Rob

All day, I’d been waiting for this moment, imagining it. Claiming her mouth, taking my time to taste and explore her. I wrapped a hand in her hair. It was a little damp but still felt like silk in my fist. The scent of strawberry was strong. It was driving me crazy with lust. My instincts were battling my mind, and my mind was losing. I’d wanted to take care of her, spend the evening talking, and then... then do this. But I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t bring myself to even take one step back, let alone leave the house. The knowledge that she was naked under that scrap of silk was tormenting me. I touched her neck with one hand, splaying my fingers wide, touching as much as possible, feeling her pulse, enjoying how wild it was. When I dropped my hand even lower, resting it on her chest, she tugged at my tie.

I drew back, watching her. Humming lightly, she opened her eyes.

“Take it off,” I said.

Her eyes widened, but she immediately loosened the knot, pulling the tie over my head.

“Now my shirt.”

I looked at her, straight into her eyes as she worked my buttons, taking off the shirt. Her fingers trembled, and her breath was shaky. I slipped my fingers under the hem of her robe, just a fraction of an inch. Skye gasped. I liked watching her succumb to the tiniest sensation so completely. I moved my fingers, cupping her breast, teasing the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She curled the hand she’d rested on my shoulder. Her nails scraped my skin. I wanted to do this all night: touch every part of her, drink in every reaction, no matter how small. But then she moved her hand down my chest, going straight for my belt buckle. Once again, my rational side lost it. She took off the belt, dropping it to the floor. The sound of metal on wood echoed in the living room.

I tugged at the knot of her robe until it opened enough that it still covered her breasts but not her pussy. She clenched her legs, as if just now realizing how exposed she was.

I went around her until I was at her back. Grabbing the robe at her shoulders, I pulled it down, letting it pool at her feet. She was unbelievably sexy. On instinct, I grabbed an ice cube from my untouched glass and turned her around. She didn’t notice the ice cube, but when I placed it between her breasts, she gasped, propping her hands on the counter behind her. I drew the cube lower between her breasts before circling one nipple. Her hips bucked forward, and I leaned in, needing a taste. I drew my tongue in a figure eight around her breasts before descending even lower. My mouth came first, then the ice cube... until she had goose bumps everywhere.

“Rob.” Her voice was a bare whisper. I felt her contract the muscles in her belly when I reached her navel and smiled against her skin. I glided the ice cube right over her clit before pressing the flat of my tongue against it. Skye nearly toppled over me. I held her hips with both hands, pressing her against the cabinet. I wanted to hoist her on the stone counter and push her on her back with legs spread wide open for me, but she’d be uncomfortable.

No, this was good. This was perfect. I looked around, eyeing a stool she probably used to reach upper cabinets and pulling it toward us. I tapped it, and she perched one leg on it. I liked spreading her like this, opening her up for me. I drew my thumbs on the inside of her thighs, right up to her pussy before leaning in and pushing my tongue inside her, tasting her, driving her crazy. Her moans were maddening, so responsive. I pushed my own pants down, fisting my cock. Oh, fuck, fuck. Fuck. I focused on her clit again, alternating between nipping it with my lips and teasing it with my tongue until she came, crying out my name. I fisted my cock harder, still tasting her, right until she calmed down. Knowing I wouldn’t last one moment longer if I continued touching myself, I held her with both hands, kissing down her thighs. Her breath was even shakier than before. I skimmed my mouth up her body, rising up, kicking off my pants and boxers, kissing each shoulder before stopping at her neck, nipping the sensitive skin there.

“I need....” I lost my train of thought when she wrapped her hand around my cock, pressing the heel of her palm on the head.

“What do you need?” she asked.

“This. You. Where’s your bedroom?”

“Upstairs,” she said with a wry grin.

I returned it. “After you.”

She turned around, walking toward a narrow door near the couch. I caught up with her in no time.

“That sway in your hips wasn’t there when I came in,” I whispered in her ear, fondling her ass.

She wiggled it against my cock, and I nearly turned her around and propped her against the wall right there.

“No, but your... what was the word? Ah yes, your methods are amazing.”

She wiggled her ass some more.

Gripping her hips, I steadied her.