“From the very beginning, everything we’ve been doing has been flavored with love,” he said.
Her eyes widened. “I thought it was only me,” she choked out.
“This isn’t something you have to be ‘great at.’ We’re just going to continue to love each other, Karen.”
Drake unbuttoned the front of her blouse, baring her collarbone, her bra, her abdomen. Very slowly, he parted the material until he was gifted with the sight of her in the moonlight. She moved her arms.
“No.”
“No, what?” she asked.
“I get to unwrap my own present.”
He traced the soft skin of her tummy, bending down to place kisses on her healing bruises. He felt her stiffen, then smiled.
“Breathe,” he whispered against her ribs.
“How can I breathe when you’re doing that?”
“It’s only going to get more intimate.” He unclasped the front hook of her bra, and her breasts spilled into his hands. God, she was gorgeous. Drake cupped her flesh, thumbing her raspberry-tipped nipples. She bucked upwards. He was watching her, and he saw nothing but pleasure on her face.
She pressed upwards on her elbows.
“Clothes off.”
“Yours or mine?” he asked.
“Both. Mine.” Then her eyes glimmered. “Yours, definitely yours. Have I ever told you how hot you make me?”
She hadn’t, not really. But now he was straining against his jeans.
He put his arm around her waist and stripped her out of her top and bra. She was a bountiful armful of peaches, cream, and raspberries. “I can’t wait.” He lowered her back to the bed and licked around one turgid tip.
“Ahhhh.”
“Shhh. Quietly, Miss Eastman.” He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. Her muted sounds of pleasure were music to his ears. Her taste, and scent, and texture were unlike anything else. He was in heaven and at peace. Her fingers found his scalp. He thumbed her other nipple.
“Drake, it’s too much.”
He sucked harder.
“It’s too much.”
He, ever so gently, rolled the tip with his teeth.
“It’s so good,” she choked out.
Her legs twisted until one wormed its way between his.
It took everything he had to stop what he was doing. He needed her naked. When he lifted his head, she opened her eyes, they were heated and hungry. God, he wouldn’t last if she continued to look at him like that. He had to get her out of her jeans, and panties, and he’d bet his bottom dollar the color of her panties were purple.
She blinked up at him.
“Drake?” So, soft and feminine. And unsure?
“Just trying to figure out what morsel I’m going to consume next.” He unsnapped her jeans, he couldn’t wait for a slow reveal, he pulled the jeans and panties off in one fell swoop, but he’d been right, they were purple.
But auburn was his favorite color. Auburn and pink.
He heard her swiftly indrawn breath.
“You with me, Baby?”
“I think so?” Her voice didn’t sound all that confident.
Well, she’d taught him what love was, he’d teach her what lovemaking was. Luscious curves filled his vision, her creamy skin had the added highlights of freckles, that made him want to play connect-the-dots with his tongue.
“Talk to me. You’re not saying anything,” she whispered.
“I’m tongue-tied.” But he heard the slightest sound of insecurity which was absolutely insane. Best to nip that nonsense in the bud. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against the bulge in his jeans. “If I was any more turned on, I would pass out from lack of blood to my brain.”
He saw her eyes gleam, as her fingers traced the outline of his erection. He pulled her away.
“None of that. I have other things in mind first.”
“Take off your shirt,” she breathed.
“Huh?”
“You like how I look?” He nodded. “I love how you look. Take off your shirt.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the ever-growing pile of clothes beside the bed. He watched as her tongue swiped along her bottom lip. Then he thought about all the things he could be tasting.
“I’m going to eat you up, Miss Eastman.” He positioned her legs outside of his, then he sank down and feasted his eyes on the most heart-stopping carnal sight of his life. Her flesh was pink and ripe and wet and all his. He traced her with the pad of his thumb, then spread pink lips for the first swipe of his tongue.
He shuddered with the musky, sweet taste of her. He savored the mewling little gasp that came from her mouth as he lashed her slick folds with his tongue. He waited for her panting to morph into moans, and then he curled his tongue around the sensitive nub of her clit.