Page 7 of His to Seduce
I pushed my hands into his hair. “Kiss me,” I whispered. “Now.”
“Bossy.” His mouth brushed against mine, sliding back to my jaw and my ear before he nipped my tender lobe. “I like it. Like everything I see in you.”
I shivered and pretended it was from his touch, but it was the roughness of his voice that told me I was right. He saw more than he let on, knew more than he should. It would take effort to protect that part of myself over the next two days.
My hands dragged from his hair to the front of his shirt, where I quickly undid the buttons. The shirt was a wrinkled mess over one pec. I’d done that. Latched on to him and curled my fingers into his shirt when he’d first kissed me.
He’d been so soft and tender. I didn’t want that now.
In his bed, with just the whisper of our voices drowning out the lapping water below the bungalow, I wanted wild and free. I wanted what David promised he could give me with one heated look.
I shifted beneath him and pushed myself up until we were both on our knees on the bed. Pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders, I scanned his body, my eyelids dropping at the sight in front of me. The linen of the shirt, coarse beneath my fingers, was in opposition to the smoothness of his arms. Veins popped on his forearms and the backs of his hands, muscles straining while he let me touch him, explore him first. His chest rose and fell quicker as his pulse kicked up.
He groaned when I slid a finger through the dip between his abs, tightening in response to my light touch. I stopped when I reached the black belt threaded through the waistband of his gray pants, the bulge beneath them obvious and large.
“Don’t stop now,” he muttered in a thick voice. “Take what you want.”
My gaze flickered up to his and I threw away my embarrassment. There was no more room for that here. I barely recognized my own voice as I boldly declared, “I want it all.”
