As if in tune with her body and the very air itself, Stone kissed her neck and then her shoulder, and that was when she felt his finger inside the top of her towel again, just above her cleavage. This time, he tugged at it until the hold it had on her gave and it loosened at his command. He pulled a little more until she felt it give way and then it fell to the floor.
She stood in front of him, naked and for the taking, and she could sense that he wanted to see her—all of her—in full daylight, but he was resisting his baser urges. He must have known that she needed him to move slowly, needed him to make her comfortable. Kory was not ashamed of her body in the least, but she still had horrible associations of being gawked at. Someday she hoped she’d feel at ease having someone like Stone drink her in through his eyes, but right now it would not have done what it should have. If he’d risked it now, she just knew she would close herself off. She needed new memories, good memories, healthy memories to replace the poison inside her brain.
Fortunately, Stone seemed quite happy keeping his eyes focused on what was close. He wasn’t standing back to admire her. Instead, his hands had brushed past her breasts to her back, and they had skimmed down until they met her ass, and he cupped a cheek in each of his hands, heating up her skin, sensitizing it, begging for him to continue touching him.
She felt a little vulnerable and awkward because he was fully clothed and she was not, so she pulled at the bottom of his shirt. Again, she knew he could have insisted upon keeping it on, could have made a huge deal out of denying himself any pleasure, but he was following her lead and let her pull it up and over his head. Then he consumed her with a kiss that melted her to the core, and she was ready for him to do whatever he wanted to her.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded, still unable to find any words in her brain. She focused on his eyes, those eyes that she knew could be trusted, and she took a shallow breath.
Another kiss, this one light and sweet, followed by another and then another that demanded all her attention. His hands were on her shoulder blades then and he kissed her neck. Her body arched forward, pressing her breasts closer to him, and his lips moved lower then. But he paused and took her in his arms and then lay her on the bed next to him.
Her nipples were hard and ached for his touch, and the pain from that longing was partially satiated by brushing up against his warm skin. That wasn’t the kind of attention they were begging for, but it was enough to tide her over. He kissed her one last time on the lips, a lingering kiss that left her wanting more, but then his lips moved down her chin to her neck. His tongue drew a line down from there, but his hand was in the lead and he let his fingers drift over her breast, and she felt a loud breath pour out of her mouth. He kissed up the swell of her breast then as she sucked air back into her lungs quickly, and she felt a sound in her throat as her skin seemed to leap toward him. He obeyed her body’s call, cupping the underside of her breast and taking her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against its rigid shape and then taking it all into his mouth, sucking on it until she moaned again and arched her back against him.
As if to assure her that she’d be taken care of, he moved his hand behind her, stroking her back in the gap between her body and the bed. He slid his hand down from there to her ass and squeezed before moving back up her side, sending new shivers charging through every nerve of her body.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same loving attention he had its mate before moving down her body with his tongue once again, and, while the trail his touch left was cool, she could feel her nether regions on fire, waiting for him to quench them or, at the very least, quell them enough that she could concentrate on something other than her desire. While his tongue played with the piercing on her belly, his hand moved to her inner thigh, stroking along the inside, and she felt every muscle in that region grow taut with expectation. He continued brushing the skin with his fingers, teasing, tantalizing, making the ache grow. She needed him, and she recognized that he knew what he was doing. He was creating the ache, the unquenchable desire, and then she wouldn’t have any kind of weird memories to move past or ignore. No, instead her focus would be solely on him.
And it was.
His lips continued their journey, moving down to the area that would normally be covered by the black panties she always wore. She wasn’t the type of girl to shave, had never seen the purpose of it, and now she was wishing she’d listened to Lacey about landscaping her lady garden. Jesus. Why did that shit have to pop into her mind now? Last night, she’d been flooded with memories that would scar a grown man, and today she was fretting over not looking like a typical woman.