Pieces of You(70)

“Claire, what’s wrong?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and hold him tight. “I want you. I do, but I don’t know if I can do this.”

He plants a soft kiss on my shoulder then whispers in my ear, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just lay here.” He kisses my jaw then pulls his head back to look me in the eye.

His gaze wanders over my entire face and I allow myself to do the same. He’s definitely the pretty boy in the band, even with all his tattoos and the lip ring. He’s just too beautiful to be scary. He bites his bottom lip, the way he does when he’s turned on, and now I have to have him.

“I love you,” I whisper as I cradle his face in my hands.

It hurts so bad to admit this because I still love Adam, but I can’t deny myself the happiness I know I’ll have with Chris for something that may never happen with Adam. He gave up on me when I needed him. I know Adam thought he was doing it for the right reasons, but I’m not sure I believe those reasons.

Chris kisses my temple then lays a soft trail of kisses along the side of my face until his lips are next to my ear. “You make me so happy,” he whispers before he nips my earlobe. “Let me make you happy.” His fingers skim over my ribs and I shudder. “I want you so bad. Do you want me?”

I nod vigorously. “Yes.”

His hand slides down my waist until he reaches the waistband of my shorts. “I’m going to go slow,” he says as he kisses my neck and gently tugs my shorts down. “Can I take these off?”

I nod again and he smiles as I lift my hips for him to remove my shorts. He leaves my panties on and takes his shirt off, which only gets me hotter with anticipation. I can’t take my eyes off the tattoo on his chest. He takes my hand and kisses my palm before he lays my hand over his heart.

“Hold on tight, babe.”

He positions himself between my legs and slides his hand behind my knee to pull my leg up. He kisses the inside of my knee and I’m breathing so hard I think I might pass out. His fingers brush the inside of my thigh as they travel up and find my panties. He leans down to kiss me as his fingers stroke me through the soft cotton so gently I feel as if I might burst with frustration.

I grab his hand and pull it out from between my legs. “What are you doing? I’m ready.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “I’m going to take my time and you’re going to like it.” He kisses me again, but this time he slides his hand inside my panties and eases two fingers into me. “You’re so wet.”

“You’re killing me.”

He chuckles into my mouth and I can’t help but laugh, until his fingers find my clit. “Can I take your panties off?”

“You don’t have to keep asking. Just do it.”

He slips my panties off and tosses them over his shoulder. “You might want to grab that pillow so you have something to bite down on because I’m about to make you come so hard.”

“Chris?”

“What?”

He’s never spoken to me like this before and it’s both shocking and extremely sexy. Unfortunately, I can’t help but wonder how many other girls have heard this exact line from him. But it’s too late now. I have to do this or it will drive me crazy.

“Don’t stop.”

He smiles as he leans down to kiss me and I wrap my legs around him. His jeans rub against me as he rocks his hips back and forth on top of me. I moan as his kiss becomes hungrier, his mouth seeking that seed of longing deep inside me. His hand roams over my breast and down my waist until he finds my butt. He pulls me into him, his erection like a rock under his jeans, as he kisses my neck. I lean my head back as I draw in a deep breath.

His lips move down my shoulder and over my chest until he reaches the valley between my breasts. He looks up at me as he licks my skin. I hold my breath as he kisses his way down my belly. Finally, his head is between my legs and his mouth is on me, hot and firm, as he takes my clit into his mouth and gently sucks.

“Oh, God,” I cry as my fingers grasp the comforter.

He pulls back and gives me a soft lick before he inserts two fingers inside me. His fingers beckon me, coaxing me further down the path of ecstasy. Then his tongue is on me again. His tongue swirls as his fingers massage me from the inside. He alternates between slow and fast, light and firm, as he lovingly pushes me over the edge.

I snatch the pillow out from underneath my head and cover my face because I know I’m about to scream as if I’m being murdered. Suddenly, he stops and pulls his fingers out of me.

I lift the pillow from my face as he kisses my belly. “What? What’s wrong?”