Turning to face me, he reached out and slid his palm over my cheek. “I was going to say neat. I think it sounds really neat,” he said. “I’m a little jealous.”

Sitting straighter, I examined his face. “Would you let me sketch you?”

“I—”

“Don’t overthink it, just say yes!” I laughed, trying not to gush. “It’s really not hard.”

“Do I have to be naked?”

“Of course!” I cried. Then I laughed more. “But not your first time.”

That gorgeous smile broke across his face, and I was so happy he was giving in. “What do I do?”

“Sit here. I’ll be right back.” I hopped up and ran inside, snatching my large sketchpad off the couch and a charcoal art pencil. I returned in a flash, pausing to study him looking out at the horizon. “That’s just how I want you to stay.”

He glanced back and I walked over to him, positioning his arm so his elbow was bent and his fist at his forehead.

“You’re the modified Thinker.”

“How long do I have to hold this?” Blue eyes slid to mine, nudging that little butterfly in my stomach.

“Just til I get the basic sketch. Hold still, and I’ll be quick.”

Starting at the top of his head, I quickly drew an oval, shading a bit along his jawline before going back and placing guide dots where his eye and nose would go.

“Drop your chin,” I said, glancing up quickly and then back to the paper. My hands were flying—I wanted to get a good outline of him. His bicep peaked, and I knew he was getting tired.

“Just a little bit more,” I whispered, quickly adding the angle of his elbow, the circle of his fist against his head. The rest I could fill in from memory. “Okay, you can relax now.”

His arm went down, and he quickly scooted over to look at the pad. “Hmm...”

I couldn’t help laughing. All I had done was the outline of him. “I’ll fill in the rest later from memory.”

His eyes traveled up to my face, studying me intently. “You can remember me that well?”

“You’re pretty unforgettable.”

He reached forward and placed his palm against my cheek in that way again. His fingers threaded into my hair at the base of my skull, and his thumb slid lightly over my mouth.

“I’d only seen you once, and I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” His thumb tugged at my bottom lip, and I was pretty sure I’d implode if he didn’t kiss me soon. “Only, it was so dark, I thought your hair was black. But I knew your eyes were blue.”

I couldn’t tell if I moved or if he pulled me, and it didn’t matter. Warm lips covered mine, and my mouth quickly opened to allow his tongue to curl inside. Dropping my sketchpad, I shifted forward so I was on his lap in a straddle. My knees were bent, and his hands spanned my back, holding me tight against his firm chest. Our kiss was ravenous and intense, and I loved the feel of his large hands traveling up my skin. One rose to the top of my dress and into my hair. The other traveled down, under my skirt, cupping my ass through my panties.

The memory of last night was so sharp in my mind, I couldn’t help a little moan when he touched me. It was all he needed before his fingers were threading into my underwear, slipping into my wet opening.

“Kenny,” he groaned, breaking our kiss and dropping his head against my collarbone. “I want you so much.”

“I want you.” My fingers threaded into the sides of his hair, and his hand that was at my neck, moved around to unfasten the tiny buttons at my chest.

One by one, they popped open, revealing my bare skin underneath. A little hum, and he reached around to grab the center of my back, lifting me slightly before he pulled a tight nipple into his mouth.

“Oh, god,” I gasped, leaning back so he could have better access to my body. My change in position rocked my hips over his erection, and I couldn’t resist doing it again.

That caused his chin to rise, releasing my breast with a light sucking sound before he kissed the bottom of my chin, lifting me entirely from his waist so we could stand. He led me inside and paused only a moment.

“Down the hall to the right,” I said in a voice almost desperate.

In a moment, we were in my bedroom, and he laid me back against the mattress. My dress was open to my waist, revealing my breasts, and he grasped my waist in his large hands, running his tongue up the centerline of my torso before closing his lips over my skin.

Tags: Tia Louise One to Hold Erotic
Source: readsnovelonline.net