When they land on her, she’s unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands tremble, but the look of determination on her face tells me she’s fighting any sense of nerves.
She makes quick work of things and before I know it, my shirt is sliding to the floor. Then, her hands go to my belt, as she undoes it with slow, deliberate movements.
I hold my breath, feeling the brush of her fingertips against my skin and my brain reminds me of the other times she’s touched me like this. Suddenly, I want more than anything to get out of these jeans.
However, when her fingers reach my button, I grab hold of her hands.
She glances up, surprised. “Do you not?—?”
I chuckle softly. “Of course, I do. But I just want to be even.”
She inhales sharply but nods. “Okay.”
I bend in, placing my hands on the sides of her face so I can guide her mouth to mine. I need to feel how much she wants this.
She’s tentative at first, but as I flick my tongue against her bottom lip, she parts for me with a groan. I sweep my tongue inside, tangling it with hers in a dance that feels both familiar and foreign.
The backs of her fingers press against my abs as she clings to the edge of my jeans like they’re a lifeline. I take the opportunity to slide my hands under the hem of her shirt and tug it up her torso.
This time, there’s no request for me to close my eyes and thank god for that—because I have to see it again. I have to know it’s real.
She’sreal.
As her shirt drops to the floor, I brush her hair back from her shoulder and inhale a quick breath becausefuck.
She’s so beautiful.
From the freckles that scatter across her creamy skin to her voluptuous breasts that almost spill over her lacy black bra—there is nothing about her that doesn’t turn me on.
I feel her fingers tighten around my waistband as I press a kiss to her birthmark, then flick my tongue across it as I work my way from that place to the crook of her neck and up to her earlobe.
She bends her head backward and her eyes close as I kiss the edge of her jawline and find myself again at her gorgeous lips. Her breaths rise and fall quickly, making her chest heave and drawing my attention to her cleavage.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, unable to hold that thought back.
I smooth my hands over the edges of her breasts, needing to memorize the curves with my palms.
Suddenly, her fingers are undoing my jeans as I reach around to help her out of her bra. By the time it hits the floor, she’s tugging me free from my constraints. Her hands wrap around the base of my cock and my eyes just about roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck,” I mutter, as I thrust my hands through my hair and try to stay calm. “I forgot how adept those hands of yours are.”
She’d worked me in a very similar way the night at Nocté. I have no idea how many times she had me close to coming that night because I lost count. Totally on edge.
Carlie practically purrs with elation as she drops to her knees before me—a goddess on her knees. “My hands are good, but my tongue is even better.”
“Christ,” I mutter, my eyes closing as my hands weave their way through her hair. I wrap my fist around it, pulling it into a messy ponytail, so I can get a good look at her in action.
She tugs my jeans and underwear to the floor and her fingertips trace the tattoo just above my cock.
For the first time, I realize that my tattoo must be for her what her birthmark has been for me. In a movement so quick, she presses a kiss against the tattoo. Then, her tongue flicks at it before moving on to the base of my erection.
It pulses involuntarily when her warm breath and the heat of her mouth presses against the tip. She wraps her hands around me, holding me firm as she pumps slowly.
Shit, it takes all of my control not to thrust into her as she flicks her tongue over the sensitive skin. The moisture pooling at the tip clings to her lips as she spreads them open and swallows me whole.
A sound between a growl and a moan escapes through my lips and I hold on tighter to Carlie’s hair as she bobs up and down, humming softly as she does so.
The pressure starts to build at the base of my spine and I pull away, knowing she’ll get me to come way before I’m ready to concede to that.