Page 19 of Anger Bang
God. She was immobile at this point. It was just one wave of warm, melty unwinding yes after another. All of this from a man she knew next to nothing about beyond that her sister hated him. Never mind the usual background deep dives she did on other guys before even agreeing to coffee. Yeah, she had a special spreadsheet for that.
She tilted her chin down, moving her gaze from the million stars to the rough-hewn face of Kade St. James. “Are you a firefighter?”
“No personal information, remember?” he said, shooting her a teasing grin before turning his attention back to her foot to give it one last long, hard stroke. “Okay, Thea Pope, are you still just fine?”
“No. I’m so much better.” Fine may never be in her vocabulary again.
His hand moved up from her foot to her calf in a leisurely tease of motion. “Should I stop?”
Even the idea of that had her ready to scream in frustration. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
Her gaze locked on those bright-blue eyes of his, and she knew in an instant that even the slightest bit of hesitation would end this whole interlude.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
He let go of her and stood up, then sat back down straddling the chair so he was facing her, spread her legs, and then draped them across him so her calves rested on his muscular thighs. He didn’t look at her at first, just stared at her legs as he glided his fingertips over her skin as if he was as tossed into the craziness of the moment as she was.
His gaze traveled up over her skirt still covering her thighs. He stopped for a moment on the strip of bare belly because her white T-shirt had worked its way up her abdomen. It took everything she had not to cover that inch-wide path with her arm before he noticed how the skin was puckered and squished by the band of her skirt. Before she could, though, he reached up and tugged down on the side zipper, not enough to undo her skirt completely but enough that the waistband stopped pinching her tender flesh. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the red mark, then leaned forward and dropped a barely-there kiss on the spot.
He lifted his head, a fierce look on his face. Then, before she had a chance to translate that look, he moved with a swiftness that showed just how much control he had when he was delivering his slow, hot torture. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and shoved it up to her waist, leaving her bare from there down except for herAlways The Bridesmaidpanties.
Looking up at her, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with lust, he gave her that cocky one-sided grin of his. “That’s the last bit of fast for a while.”
“Meanie.”
“You’ll be calling me more than that before I’m done with you,” he said. “Now close your eyes.”
It was like when he told her to turn around earlier. She didn’t have to listen to him, she didn’t have to do what he said, but here she was, letting her eyelids shut as a shiver of anticipation shot through her.
His touch was the best kind of torment as he took a lazy path up her legs. He stopped to trace a circle on the sensitive skin on the inside of her knees before moving up and gliding his fingertips over her thighs. At first, it was just the outside, but then he crossed over to the front and dipped down to skim a soft touch over the small watercolor Pterodactylus tattooed above her right knee.
“What dinosaur is this?” he asked as he traced the lines.
“None. It’s a flying reptile.”
“So this didn’t evolve into a bird?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
He traced the rest of the flock flying up her thigh before disappearing around her hip. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Then he followed the line of her panties from her hip to the center of the now desperately damp cotton. She lifted her hips up off the chaise, desperate for him to touch her.
“So impatient.”
“Please, Kade.” Beg? Her? She was ready to do that and so much more if he would just touch her where she wanted.
He glided the back of a knuckle over the center of her panties. It wasn’t all that she wanted, but it was more than he was giving her before. She gripped the iron arms of the lounge chair, her hold tight enough that the beveled edge ate into the palm of her hand. Still, he moved so slow, drawing out the anticipation of each touch until all she could focus on was the hope that this time, he’d give her exactly what she wanted.
“Kade,” she half groaned, half whined when he gave her clit the briefest caress before moving on.
“God, you have the prettiest mouth,” he said, making it sound like a promise he’d cross a desert on foot to fulfill. “I cannot wait to see those pink lips wrapped around my cock later.”
Even more amped-up desire slammed into her, rough and hard and sudden. Fuck. Just when she thought she couldn’t be more on edge, that mental image flashed into her mind and she nearly came just from the idea of it. And that’s when he finally tugged the center of her panties aside and touched her bare flesh for the first time.
He let out a harsh breath. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are. So wet. So pretty. So ready for me.”
