He’s leaning back against my closed door with his arms and ankles folded, staring at me with heated eyes.
Oh my God, that look. It sends my pulse racing. My chest expands with each attempt to catch a breath, and heat pools at the pit of my stomach. “Craig, what are you doing?” I squeak out so quietly I’m not even sure he heard. I should be trying to cover myself up. I should be trying to shoo him out, but I’m doing neither. I can’t. I literally cannot move. I’m spellbound by his gaze on me.
Craig starts moving, or rather prowling, toward me, his eyes never once leaving mine. When he’s just a few feet away, he stops and slowly licks across his bottom lip. “Christ, Amber. I vowed I’d keep my hands to myself until I was sure you were ready for something more.” He tears his eyes from mine and slowly trails his gaze down my body. “You’re stunning. You know that? Absolute perfection. Why anyone would let you go is beyond me.” He takes the final few steps until he’s standing right in front of me, our bodies almost touching. “I’ve got to do it, Amber. I’ve got to taste you. I can’t wait anymore.” Before it registers what he’s doing, Craig has grabbed both of my wrists and is holding them together behind my back, secured by one of his large strong hands. His other hand moves up to sweep my hair away from my face and gently, he angles my head to give him better access to the sensitive areas around my collar bone and neck. “So beautiful,” he whispers as he trails feather like kisses from my temple downwards along my jaw, and finally resting on my lips.
I moan and slam my eyes shut when he gently nips and laps at my parted lips and navigates his tongue through every groove and curve of my mouth. When my own tongue meets his, tangling together in a sensual frenzy, I completely lose it and return his passion with my own unrestrained need for more. His fingers glide slowly down the side of my body and come to rest on my thigh with a light squeeze.
This feeling of being alone with him, half naked and totally at his mercy, has my body reacting in ways it never has before. Every lick from his tongue and every suck from his lips has me gasping for air. Every touch from his fingers leaves a trail of fire burning my skin, a raging inferno that can only be doused one way; a way that I’m not sure I’m ready for yet.
As Craig continues his frenzied assault on my lips and gentle massage of my thigh, I vaguely become aware of movement. The next moment, the backs of my thighs are hitting the bed and Craig is slowly lowering me back, never once breaking our kiss.
“Craig,” I whisper against his lips, “what are we doing? They’ll be waiting for us.”“Shhh, let them wait. I need to do this.” He returns his lips to my neck and continues his licking and sucking torment as he slowly continues downward. When he traces his tongue along the upper swell of my breast and moves his hand to my inner thigh, my breathing stops completely. I want him to do more. No, I need him to do more. Fuck not being sure, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Right here, in this very moment, I need him. I need his lips to move lower on my breasts. I need his fingers to move higher up my thighs. I need him to strip me bare and make love to me until I scream for him to stop.