Page 90 of Sounds Like Love
I took his face in my hands. “Please never say ‘man bun’ again with this mouth.”
“Can I do other things with it?”
“Be creative,” I replied.
He moaned. “Don’t say things like that, bird.”
“What? Why?”
At which he kissed me again, his voice whispering in my head,“It makes me like you more.”
Butterflies bloomed in my stomach. Helikedme—Sashaliked me.
His kissed down my throat, pulling the neckline of my dress just so slightly apart to plant a kiss between my breasts. “I’ll dream up so many things to do to you.”
Oh, he wassmooth.My heart felt like it was going a hundred miles a minute. “Do you have an example?”
He looked up at me, on his knees. His gaze was dark with all the thoughts pouring into my head, exactly what sorts of examples he’d demonstrate.
To which I only had one answer:Yes.
That twisty mouth of his curled into a smile as he stood, kissing me again so I felt his elation, his want, hisaudacity, and then he wrapped his arms around my thighs, and lifted me off the sideboard like I was made of feathers.Through the doorway of the foyer and into the living room. The entire house was nautical themed, yellows and blues and whites in perfectly staged placements. He put me down on a navy couch, hovering on top of me, his knee planted between my legs. His tongue played across my lips, then his teeth as he nibbled my mouth, and it was such a surprise—soft and then suddenly sharp—that I gasped.
It broke the spell.
“We should probably …” he began, though even as he said it, he planted a kiss on my cheek, and another on the side of my neck.
I did quick math in my head. And by quick math I mean that my head was absolutely empty of everything except where I wanted his mouth next.Pill.
“I have a condom in my wallet,”he thought as his mouth pressed against my neck, teeth against my skin.
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I said.
He laughed as he planted another kiss on my jaw, gravelly and raw.“Foreplay?”
“Asks the tease,” I chided.
He hummed, and it was a dark and raspy rumble. “What do you want me to do, then?”
“Kiss me,” I stated, and he stole one from my lips.
“Where else?”
“Here.” And I pointed to my cheek, and he kissed there.
“Where else?”
“Here.” I touched my neck, and he peppered kisses across the soft skin of my throat.
“Where else?”
“Here.” Against my breasts.
“Where else?”
“Here.” One on the soft of my stomach.
His dark, heated gaze turned up to me, as he waited on his next command.
