Page 31 of Armor
The moment the fabric was pulled from my body, he had his hands and lips on everything he could see and touch.
My head tilted to the side as his lips skimmed over my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders.
Then he dipped low to run his tongue over one bra-covered breast and then the other.
When his hands moved down to my ass, he lifted and tossed me onto the bed.
I bounced once, twice, and then settled with a giggle.
He watched me as he toed off his boots, then his socks, and then, with his eyes still on mine, he lowered his jeans.
He stood in front of me clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs. Seeing his bulge... I knew he was big, just like the rest of him, but I hadn’t realized just how big he was.
I didn’t even notice that I voiced my thoughts aloud.
Not until he winked, “I was made for you, and you for me. It’ll fit.”
Then, slowly, he moved to the edge of the bed and crawled up it.
I stared into his eyes as my hands roamed over every inch of his skin I could reach.
His head lowered, and our lips met in the briefest of touches before sliding over my cheek and down my neck.
His hands slid over my shoulders, and then I felt him slide a hand beneath me. With a quick movement of his fingers, my bra was loosened from my body.
He shifted so he could remove the material. If this man didn’t already hold my heart in the palm of his hand, he would have gotten it just then—because his eyes didn’t narrow to my breasts.
No, they stayed locked on my eyes.
And then well... I was done waiting.
I writhed beneath him, “Honey, please.”
He grinned, “Knew to hear you beg, all I had to do was this... should have done it sooner.”
I glared up at him, “It wouldn’t have meant as much.”
His nostrils flared, “You're right. It wouldn’t have.”
Then he shared, “And from now on, when we make love, you call me honey.”
I smiled, “You like that?”
He shook his head.
I frowned.
He winked, “Fucking love that.”
Then he moved his mouth to one breast, kissing all over it, while his other hand came up and worked on my other nipple. I got all his weight on top of me; I moaned in happiness.
He sensed it and gave me more of his weight.
My hands wound themselves in his hair as his lips sucked my nipple into his mouth.
With one stroke, I pressed my hips into his, needing something—needing friction.
As his tongue, teeth, and lips worked on my nipple, I did it again and again, and then found it.
