Page 14 of Now You See Me
“What’s the word to make youstart?”
His chuckle is a whisper of warmth over my face. A little squeak leaves my parted lips as he trails his fingers down my neck, along my shoulders, then over the swell of my breasts. I’m holding my breath by the time he reaches my nipples.
Cupping my breasts, he strums the hard peaks with his thumbs. “If I could put my mouth on you, I’d run my tongue all over your beautiful skin, then I’d pull each pretty nipple between my lips. Between my teeth. I’d suck and bite you until you were grabbing my head and begging me to make you come.”
“I’m ready to beg now.” My heart feels as if it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest as he slides his hands lower, to my hips.
He works my jeans and panties down, removes my shoes, then rids me of the last of my clothing. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
I shiver as he caresses every inch of my skin from my calves to my thighs. “Oh God,” I whisper as he skims my pussy for the first time. And when he slides two fingers along my seam and settles the pads of his fingers against my clit, I have to grab hold of his wide, bare shoulders for support.
“Let’s get you in a better position,” he says, rising from his knees.
“That one was working pretty well in my opinion.”
“I’ve barely started touching you, and you’re already wobbly on your feet.”
“But it’s a good wobbly.”
“It’s agreatwobbly.” He cups my waist with his big hands, guiding me backward until my legs connect with the bed. “But I’d rather you didn’t have to think about your balance while I’m making you come.”
“Okay, I really can’t argue with that.”
“Glad to hear it,” he says with a chuckle. “Hop up on the bed. I’d pick you up, but I don’t want to accidentally make unprotected contact.”
I do as I’m told, bracing myself in position by curling my hands over the edge of the bed. I can’t take my eyes off the distorted air in front of me. From the location and position of his gloved hands, I know he’s standing, and he’s close. From the riot of awareness racing through me, I know he’s looking at me. That he’s hungry for me.
“I have a condom in my purse,” I say, spreading my legs wider. “I bought them for this trip, for us. They’re latex, so we could do more than touch with our hands…”
“Sweetheart, being careful so that Ionlytouch you with my hands is going to be a challenge. There’s no way I could be buried inside you without the rest of our bodies touching.”
Need tightens in my core at the thought of his weight pressing me into the mattress. “There has to be a way.”
“Only if someone out there makes a full-body condom.”
“Oh! We could make one!” I hop off the bed and plant my palms on his chest. It’s a nice chest, muscular and solid, as is his stomach, when I slide my hands lower. “Not an actual body condom, but a body barrier.”
“Keep going,” he says, mapping every curve and divot he can carefully reach.
I’m not sure if he means my touch or my idea, but I’m giving him both. Because now that he’s mine to explore, I need to feel all of him. “You might think it’s too weird,” I say, popping the button on his pants and lowering the zipper so I can wrap my fingers around his thick, rock-solid cock.
“I’ve dreamed about you for half a year. Now you’re here, naked in my bedroom, stroking my dick. Bring on the weird. As long as it keeps you safe, I’ll do anything with you.”
“Including cut a cock hole in your shower curtain, or wrap my body in plastic wrap?”
His hands still. “You’d want that?”
“I want you. Any and every way we can make work,” I say, following the column of his neck to his strong, bearded jaw. “I told you we’d have options.”
He laughs and cups my face, tipping it upward as if to kiss me, though I know he won’t take that risk. “Sexy, smart, and incredibly creative. How did I get so lucky?”
“Well, youdidtell me you’re a giant leprechaun.”
“So I did.” He sweeps his thumb across my bottom lip, then releases me. “I’ll be right back, my beautiful, perfect pot of gold.”
I’m about to have the most unconventional sex of my life, the first sex I’ve had in a decade, and I’m not nervous at all. Because I trust him. And I’m utterly and completely in love with him.
At the sound of Roan’s heavy-footed approach, I hurry to collect the condom from my purse. I’m facing away from the door when he enters the room, and laughter bursts from my lips when I turn toward him.
