“They’re incredible. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She shifted sideways on the couch. “I should go to bed.”
“Sunshine?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Sloane
His movements were slow, purposeful, giving me plenty of time to say no. But the likelihood of that happening was slim to none, leaning solely toward none. I wanted Duncan Palmer with every fiber of my being. Heck, I had the ruined panties to prove it.
He dipped down, touching his lips to mine. Once. Twice. Then the sweet nature of our kiss became carnal when his tongue surged into my mouth. One minute we were sitting, the next I was on my back with his delicious body between my wide-spread thighs, pressing me into the sofa. I groaned into his mouth, spearing my fingers through his thick, sandy brown hair. His hand slid beneath me, cupping my bottom as he ground his hips against my pussy.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?” I gasped when his mouth left mine, trailing featherlight kisses down my neck. “Tell me I can touch you.”
“Yes,” I hissed as he licked a path to my collarbone.
“Not here.” His weight was gone in an instant, then I was airborne, lifted into his strong arms. “I can’t have the kids walking in on me mauling their mother.”
“Are you planning to maul me?”
In the back of my mind, I recalled Duncan saying we’d take things slow. I knew it was bologna when he said it. There was nothing slow about us, never had been. We were balls-to-the-wall from day one and the only reason that changed was because we were forced apart. He was the love of my life. No one would ever take his place in my heart.
“I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than that when you’re ready.” Then he devoured my mouth again.
Lord have mercy, he was killing me. But what a way to go. There were more wicked thoughts in my head than I knew what to do with, especially since Duncan was the last man I’d been with. My trusty vibrator saw a good bit of action, so it wasn’t like I was a born-again virgin, but intimacy was another story all together. Hopefully, it was like riding a bike without too many bumps and bruises.
Somehow, amid kissing me, he managed to make it to my bedroom without tripping or running us into a wall. I was equally impressed when he kicked the door closed, then settled our bodies smack-dab in the middle of the mattress in almost the same position we were in on the couch. I lost his mouth when he rolled, pulling me astride him. Not waiting for him to make the first move, I pulled my sweater over my head, leaving me in only a red lace bra.
His hands began a journey of discovery, starting at my hips––which he gave a firm squeeze––then drifting up my sides, tracing over each one of my ribs with painstaking precision. I sucked in a sharp breath when he finally cupped my breasts, massaging them in his palms.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Sunshine.”
Even in the dimly lit room, I could see the desire reflected in his eyes as he reached behind my back, undoing the clasp of my bra faster than I ever could. Goosebumps broke out over my flesh as he eased the straps down my arms, baring me to him from the waist up. Without warning, he curled up, planting a kiss on each of my nipples before drawing one into his mouth. He sucked hard on the little nub while his thumb ran back and forth over the other. The sensation shot straight to my core.
My head fell back as I groaned, “Oh God.”
“Your body is even better than I remembered,” he murmured, licking his way to my other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first.
My body had changed quite a bit since the last time he’d seen it. Not that I was the least bit ashamed. I wasn’t. In fact, I was proud of every single curve I earned carrying our babies. But it was reassuring to hear Duncan appreciated them as well.
Suddenly, he flipped us again, then sat back on his heels. For a second I thought he’d changed his mind until he reached between his shoulder blades, fisted his shirt, and pulled it straight off his body. Duncan had always been built, however this was something else all together. His muscles had muscles and each one of them was sculpted to perfection.
“I want to see all of you.” He fell forward, his palms landing on either side of my head. “Taste every inch of you.”
“I’m not going to stop you. Just know, I want the same.”
“Sunshine, if you put your delectable lips anywhere near my cock right now, it’ll all be over before we getstarted. I promise you’ll get your turn, but tonight it’s all about you.”
“No fair,” I pouted.
“I guarantee you won’t be saying that after your second orgasm.”
“Second?”
“Consider the first an appetizer. We’ve got a lot of years to make up for.”