Page 112 of Let's Kiss and Tell

“Yeah?”

“And how you kissed me here.” I tilt my head to the side, exposing my neck.

He doesn’t do anything at first, only stares at that bare patch of skin I’m offering. I squirm, getting so close to begging him to do something. Finally, he leans down and gently presses both lips to my neck. A slight moan escapes me. He kisses again a little higher.

“How’s that?” he asks so softly that I’m able to hear him only because of how close he is.

“Mmm” is all I can manage to say.

“What about…here?” He kisses my earlobe and then swipes his tongue at the most sensitive part behind my ear.

“Oh yeah.” I shut my eyes. Embracing every moment his skin is on mine. Loving whatever game we’re playing right now.

Marsh’s lips trail to the other side of my neck, gently kissing exposed skin.

“Where else should I try?” he murmurs.

“Kiss me,” I say.

Marsh lifts his head and his lips hover over mine. There’s a moment of hesitation, permission that’s being asked, and I can’t wait any longer. I close the gap between us and kiss him. I kiss him so fucking hard because it’s all I’ve wanted to do since this morning. He groans against my mouth and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I want him to shove his tongue down my throat, make me scream, make me come, but I also want to savor every moment.

Getting a better grip, he lifts me off the bed, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hand moves to my cheek, and he pulls himself away for a moment and justlooksat me. He looks at me like he’s never seen a woman before.

“What?” I breathe out.

“Did you get enough rest?” he says. “Because this is going to take a while.”

Marsh slowly puts me down and we switch spots. I guide him to a seated position at the foot of the bed while I remain standing in front of him. He then reaches under my shirt and sets his hands on my waist. As he keeps eye contact, his fingers slowly start to travel up my sides until his thumbs start grazing my nipples. It takes no time for them to harden under his touch, and the corner of his mouth curves once he feels it. I can’t handle it anymore. I squeeze his shoulders and then take my shirt off, tossing it on the bed.

Marsh inhales, his eyes traveling across my chest. He grips my hips, moves in, and kisses my stomach. I tense at the feeling of him and run my fingers through his hair. He kisses every inch of my torso, my ribs, my belly button, just above the hem of my shorts.

“Marsh,” I whisper. “Don’t tease me.”

He looks up. “Haven’t you ever heard of savoring something good?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of getting to the good part?” I raise an eyebrow.

Marsh keeps his gaze locked on mine. I frown, but then he places his palm on my cheek, swiping a thumb over my lower lip.

“This is the good part,” he says before his lips crash into mine.

His kiss is forceful and passionate like he’s trying to show me simply kissing my lips is all that he needs. Just a small part of me is enough for him. His tongue swirls around mine, and I’m suddenly desperate to know what else he can do with it. If I thought Marsh peaked at our gas station kiss, I’m sorely mistaken. My hands grip onto Marsh’s shoulders, squeezing them for mercy.

Marsh’s lips go back to my stomach, and I let out another moan.

“Okay,” I breathe out. “It wasn’t a fluke. You’re just really good at this.”

“I might be good at other things too,” he says against my hip bone.

“Yeah?” I smile down at him. My hands start to massage his shoulders. “What first?”

“I don’t know about you.” Marsh eyes my chest. “But I want nothing more than to suck on these.”

“Suck on what?” I say, and he now has a devilish grin.

“I’d like to suck on these perfect tits, Lucy.”

Marsh slowly massages my breasts, palming them, squeezing them, playing with them.