Page 75 of A Shot at Love
“You taste so damn good.” She pulled his earlobe into her mouth and bit down.
In the next second she was flat on her back, the mattress springs bouncing against her.
Ky stared down at her, his eyes raking her body in one smooth, possessive glide. When his gaze settled on the top of her thighs, she squirmed, trying to draw her legs up. His hands caught her knees.
“No.”
That one, small word was filled with such authority, such command, she was powerless against it.
He spread her legs apart with the flick of his hand. Even through the thin material of the shorts covering her, Gemma felt completely exposed.
And more turned on than she could ever remember.
He bunched the hem of her short T-shirt and pushed it up over her belly, his mouth following the shirt’s trek, up, until he got to the underside of her breasts, where he stopped. The warm, moist sensation of his breath on her skin was glorious.
“Still sure?” he asked, looking her square in the eyes.
“Yup.”
He lifted the shirt, exposing her breasts, then tugged it over her head and tossed it behind him. He weighed each breast in his hands, holding them as if they were precious jewels. With a quick glance at her, he bent his head, his mouth sucking one nipple to a hardened point, then the other.
Gemma squirmed against the sheets. Each time his tongue tugged, an invisible beat of desire pulsed to the lower part of her body. It was almost painful. Almost. But among the pain was exquisite pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her rib cage. “So soft.”
He plumped her breasts in his hands. “So perfect.”
Sitting back on his knees, his wove his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and slunk his gaze up to hers again. Fiery didn’t begin to do justice to the amount of heat staring at her.
“Still sure?” he asked again in that wicked bedroom voice that he had to know no sane woman could resist.
Gemma took a breath, loving that he thought enough of her to give her the chance of an out.
But she didn’t want an out. She wanted an in—as in him. In her.
“Abso-friggin-lutely.”
And let’s not forget that sexy leer. He had to know what that little lift of the corners of his mouth did to the pulses of women in the room. Any room.
Slowly, so slow she grew impatient with the urgent need to feel him inside her, Ky drew her shorts down, exposing her skin inch by inch, while his mouth and tongue trailed after. She felt singed by fire every place he crossed.
Gemma lifted her hips so he could draw the shorts over her butt, her movement nudging her mound straight into his lips. When she gasped, he simply chuckled, dragged his nose and mouth from one side of her to the other, licking his way across. She closed her eyes and thanked the gods of beauty and timing she’d gone for a waxing the week before. Her shorts hit the floor with a dull thud.
Her eyes flew open when she realized Ky had stopped his travels.
He was sitting back on his haunches, his hands fisted on his thighs, just staring down at her. The bottom half of her.
“What?” she said, growing nervous and unsure. Did he not like a woman to be groomed? What is too much? Not enough?
She swore he growled, then murmured something low and quick, in Greek.
“That sounded hot. Tell me what it means.” She pushed up on her elbows.
He cocked his head and lifted his gaze from her naked crotch to her eyes.
Good lord, the man invented the smoldering stare. She actually felt the moisture begin to drip between her legs from the look alone.
“It loses a little something in the translation,” he told her, his voice dark and low as he gripped her thighs between his fingers and squeezed. “It doesn’t sound as…romantic…in English.”
“I don’t need romantic words. What did you say?”
He uttered the oath she’d heard come from him before. “Roughly,” he told her, “I said I want to fuck you six ways from Sunday.”
Chapter Thirteen
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, her mouth falling open into the sexiest, most perfect O he’d ever seen.
She swallowed. Then did it again.
“Still sure?”
He watched the question penetrate. A tiny head bob, and then “go for it,” told him everything he needed to know.
