“Sorry,” She kept her face down, her hair hiding her as if she were embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
Releasing her hand to continue stroking him, Alex tucked her hair behind her ears. He wanted to see her facial expressions. To know if she wanted this as much as he did. “Don’t apologize, if it’s too much—”
“It’s not,” she rushed out, looking up at him pleadingly before schooling her features to calm. “I mean, I want to.”
“Payton, I have to ask you something.”
Her entire body stiffened. A brief look of panic crossed her face. “What’s that?”
“Have you ever been with a man?” As much as he wanted Payton and it might kill him—or at least give him a major case of blue balls in which case he’d wish for death—he’d walk away and leave her chaste. Payton was thirty-three years old. The likelihood a beautiful woman like herself was still a virgin was almost unheard of, but he still had to know.
A wall seemed to come up between them, and he didn’t like it. “Yes,”
She didn’t sound so sure. “Payton, tell me the truth.”
“I am. I have been with someone.” Her hand dropped, and she seemed to pull into herself. Shit, he’d fucked this up royally.
“I’m sorry if I upset you. If you say you have then you have.” He shouldn’t have kept pushing her. He hoped he hadn’t ruined the mood. The heated glaze in Payton’s eyes was gone. He needed to get that back. “I’m sorry I brought it up.” He leaned down and started nibbling on her ear, smiling when he heard the hitch in her breath. And she was back.
Her hands stretching to his chest. It was his turn to lose his breath feeling her hands on his bare skin. He felt her stop when she found bumps from old scars.Please don’t ask about them. Talk about a real mood killer.
Nothing killed the romance faster than talking about death and mayhem. True, Payton was no stranger to scars and battle wounds, but it never stopped one’s curiosity.
Instead Payton stayed silent, her hands tracing over his skin to his ribs. He jerked when she found a particularly sensitive spot.
Payton looked up at him giggling. “Why, Alex Grant, are you ticklish?”
“No,” he quickly defended.
Payton gave him an evil eye, not believing him. “Hmmm.” She ran her fingers over his ribs again. He tried stepping back from her wandering hands, laughing the whole time, but Payton wasn’t taking any prisoners.
She followed him, hopping off the bed. Alex lifted her off her feet and tossed her back on the bed. She landed with an oomph. Before she could recover and come back with a secondary attack, Alex joined her on the bed, pressing his weight over her.
He was careful to not put all of his weight on her. “Do you yield?”
“Never,” she replied breathlessly. Her hands started sliding up his sides again. He had a better idea where her hands could go. Alex rubbed his erection against her core. Her hands stilled. He did it again. Her legs quaked outside of his. Her feet rubbing up and down the backs of his legs.
“We’ll see about that.” Alex stole a quick kiss but pulled away before he could get lost in her mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck to her chest. Taking another sweet taste of her raspberry puckered nipples before continuing down. Payton legs moved restlessly under him.
When he reached her center, he slid off the bed, pulling her shorts and underwear off with him. Payton eagerly lifted her hips to help him. Alex dragged her to the foot of the bed so her ass was at the edge. He spread her legs wide, exposing her hidden treasure to him. The perfume of her musk wafted through his nostrils.
Her sex was bare of hair, nothing to hide the fact she was dripping for him. Her sex was open and ready for him. Pink, but slightly dusky in color. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. Was she as sensitive here as her nipples were? His fingers slicked over her folds, circling her little bundle of nerves.
“I love a bare pussy.” He wondered if she’d done it in hopes of them making love or if it was a routine. Didn’t matter really, he thought, licking his lips in anticipation.
Payton pushed up on her elbows watching him with fascination. Her mouth open and panting. Fuck, she was as turned on about this as he was. He loved eating a woman out. Loved the flavor. Feeling a woman climax against his tongue. The squirt of her juices in his mouth. It was the best aphrodisiac.
Alex slowly leaned forward, drawing out the anticipation. And then, his mouth closed over her clit. Payton cried out, her legs shaking almost violently. Alex kept a firm grip on her thighs as they started to close around his face. He needed air in his lungs to keep this up. Though what a way to go if he did, but he had a lot he still wanted to do, especially to her.
“Alex,” she panted his name that ended in a breathy moan. She could no longer support herself and collapsed on her back. Her hands raked through his hair, using it as an anchor as his tongue lashed her engorged clit.
Alex didn’t answer. Mainly because he couldn’t. She had a death grip on his head keeping him down. Not willing to risk losing his hair any earlier than necessary, he kept up the pressure.
“I’m gonna…Alex, I’m…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence; she was ready to combust. Her head thrashed side to side. Her orgasm just out of reach.
Alex sucked hard on her clit as one hand drifted up and twisted a nipple. She shot off like a rocket. Her entire back bowed up as she screamed. It was a good thing they didn’t have any neighbors within a few miles’ radius.
Damn, his little tigress had a pair of lungs on her. Good thing his head was buried between her legs to muffle most of the noise, though it was music to his ears.