Creek could barely speak for a moment. The idea of her soft hands running over his skin made him almost pant in heat and need. “You want to touch me,” he asked, trying to clarify, and make sure he wasn’t assuming anything. Even though her words were perfectly clear, the idea made his mind spin.
“Yes, if it is okay with you.”
He let his head fall backwards for a moment before he looked back down at her. “I would love for you to do that. But why can’t I touch you at the same time?” he asked.
She smiled nervously. “Because if you’re doing that, then I get consumed by what your touch makes me feel, and I forget about how much I want to touch you.”
He could understand that feeling. “By all means, then,” he said and lowered his hands so they were resting against her waist. “Explore away.”
Violet’s tongue stuck out the side of her mouth as she moved closer, her fingers shaking as she unbuttoned his shirt. It took a while, but eventually, she had them all undone. When her fingers parted the material and she could see the dark skin of his chest, her fingers ran along the skin, feeling, testing the different textures. “You’re so incredibly strong,” she said, almost as if she were talking only to herself. “And so different.”
Her fingers lightly ran along his chest, feeling and exploring. When she leaned in and gently kissed the small indentation of his sternum, she heard his breath hiss slightly. “Ah, Violet. Don’t stop,” and his hand moved into her hair, his fingers tangling in the waves.
She smiled slightly, but was too fascinated by the man. “I don’t plan on it,” she murmured as she moved the material further out of the way. Impatiently, she pushed it off of his shoulders, wanting to see all of him. When his flat, male nipples were revealed, she remembered how he’d driven her crazy last night by kissing them and wanted to know if he reacted the same way. When her lips touched the sensitive flesh, she smiled slightly, but not enough to pull away from this interesting reaction. Thinking of how he’d teased her last night, she pulled at the flesh with her teeth and felt his fingers tangle in her hair, twisting and trying to pull her head away.
“Violet, I can’t…”
She laughed up at him. “I seemed to remember saying the same thing last night, but you didn’t show me any mercy,” and she moved her mouth to the other side, her fingers growing bold with his reactions. She loved the way he groaned or hissed depending on where she touched him, kissed him. Her tongue tasted all the various places on his chest, even moving lower, following the dark line of hair that was now hidden by his belt. When her fingers stopped there, she looked up at him from her lower position, her breath catching at the heat in his eyes. And the hope.
He wanted her to do this! He was waiting to see what she would do! It was a heady feeling to have this much power over a man as large and strong as Creek. Her smile widened as her fingers moved to the buckle of his jeans. Slowly, with great deliberation, she eased the buckle loose. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly and she took that as another sign that he was just as turned on about what she was doing as she was.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, when she hesitated, his voice even more rough.
She smiled as her fingers fumbled with the buckle. “I’m still exploring. So I don’t know what I’m going to do exactly at this moment.” Her fingers accidentally rubbed against his erection, and she pulled her hands away when he jerked, but he shook his head, gritting his teeth as he pulled her hands right back to him. “Please, Violet, don’t stop!”
She couldn’t believe what an incredible turn-on it was to have this strong man beg her to touch him! She wanted to…dare she…?
She stood up, but then slipped her fingers inside of his jeans and boxers, pushing both down his legs. She then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto her mattress.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” he said as she bent lower and slipped his shoes and socks off, then tugged at his jeans and boxers.
“I know,” she whispered, feeling more powerful as she looked down at him.
When he was fully naked, she knelt in front of him, her eyes moving down his chest once more. When they latched onto that part of him, she licked her lips even as her hands reached out. She couldn’t brazenly touch him, but she slid her hands up his muscular thighs, fascinated by the rough texture of his skin on her palms. But she was even more excited at the idea of touching him…there!
Unaware of her labored breathing, she skimmed her fingers closer and closer to her goal, wondering if she would chicken out. When her fingers hesitated, she looked up into his face. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were squeezed closed, almost as if he were waiting for her to…