“Well… we could sleep…” he playfully suggests as he pretends to stretch and be tired all of a sudden. But his heated gaze tells me he clearly has better things on his mind than sleep. “Or… We could play a board game?” He shrugs innocently.
“Yeah, right.” I roll my eyes. “Why do I have the feeling you’d rather be playing strip Monopoly?”
Vince’s eyebrows raise. “Just how many times have you played that?” Then he cringes adorably. “Wait… do I want to know the answer to that?”
Picking up a pillow from the side of the bed, I smack him with it. “No—for your information—I’ve never played. But if you keep staring at me like that, I just might make an exception with you.”
He taps a finger to his chin as a smile forms on his beautiful lips. “I’ll keep that in mind for future possibilities.”
“You do that,” I say as I reach out and trace the shape of his lips with the pad of my thumb. “But for now, I think I have a better idea.”
Without another word, I lean forward and kiss him. Vince doesn’t hold back, returning my kiss with a sizzling force of his own. His hand glides to the nape of my neck and he tangles his fingers in my hair. He keeps the pace steady and slow as if he’s in no hurry to rush things along.
His other hand slides up my back to the clasp of my bra. In an expert move, he has the clasp undone, and my bra falls free between us. His mouth leaves mine, only to feather kiss along my jaw and down the column of my neck. When he reaches my collarbone, I moan in appreciation as I throw my head back and enjoy the moment.
Our hips grind in a slow rhythm through our clothes, and I feel the effects of this kiss in every inch of my body. My nipples peak and harden as I anticipate him kissing them. Before he makes it there, he abruptly flips us so I’m on my back, and he can trail hot kisses everywhere.
Holy shit!
This is even better.
“Oh. My. God.” What is he doing to me? Heat spreads through my body, and I find myself moaning uncontrollably in white-hot pleasure.
When his tongue lashes at my nipple, I writhe beneath him, needing pressure at my core. His leg slips between mine, and I find the force I crave against his thigh. He nips and sucks at one nipple as he gently rolls the other between his fingers.
“More,” I urge as I guide his head by fisting his hair. “I need more.”
“I’ve got you, Syd. Just have patience.”
Slowly, he makes his way down my rib cage and across the top of my hips that poke out from my jeans.
“Haven’t you learned I’m not patient,” I groan in frustration as he kisses along my navel, leaving a torture trail of hot kisses along his way.
When he chuckles, his breath tickles my tummy.
“Vince,” I groan in utter frustration.
“What do you want, Syd? Tell me… and it’s yours.”
“Need to come…” I practically beg as I push my hips toward his frame.
Apparently, I’ve reached the point of begging, but I have no shame when it comes to this man. I’m so fucking turned on, if he stops, I may just have to kill him. I have no idea how he gets me so close with so little effort, but the man has magic hands or something.
He chuckles again as he unbuttons my jeans. “I think I can help you with that.”
I wiggle as I help him push my jeans and boy shorts over my hips, and he peels them off with ease. As soon as they are out of the way, he returns his attention to me.
“Tell me how you like it?” he asks with interest.
Lifting my head, I stare as if I didn’t hear him correctly.
“What gets you off the hardest?” he asks, leaving no doubt this time.
“I just need you,” I say as I reach up to pull his face closer to mine so I can kiss him. “Though I do like it when you nip at my nipples and apply pressure on my clit.”
“I think I can handle that,” he says on a lazy grin as he makes his way down my body. His deft fingers find my clit with ease as he pays ample attention to my breast.
Suddenly, I feel a slow build deep within my body.
