“I don’t want you to stop.”
Geo went boneless as she ran her palms up over his chest to wrap her arms around his neck. She lifted her face and, heart thumping, body aching, he brushed their lips together lightly, once, twice.
“Mmm,” she breathed. “More.”
Her kiss this time was lusher, deeper, a melding of mouths that stole every last bit of his breath. He poured all of his longing into it, his need, and he fought to keep his hands gentle despite wanting to crush her close and never let her go.
When she pulled away, he grunted a protest, but Lani just threaded their fingers together to lead him down the hall to her bedroom, where she turned and moved languidly back into his arms.
He rested his hands on her hips as she gazed up at him, her eyes soft, her face dappled by the moonlight streaming in through the blinds on the window.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “I wish...”
That I could freeze this moment in time.
Her voice a mere thread of sound, Lani whispered, “Kiss me.”
He did, his senses awash in the heat of her lips and tongue, the yielding softness of her body against his. Linking her arms tightly around his neck, she pressed closer, and they danced their way toward the soft, inviting bed.
Right as they reached it, though, she eased away and pushed Geo to sitting on the edge of it. He spread his knees, and she moved to stand between them, his mouth drying up completely when she reached for the buttons on her dress and teasingly flicked them open, one by one.
“You’re killing me,” he gasped, twisting his fingers in the comforter, his hungry gaze fastened to each tantalizing bit of skin as it was revealed. When the dress was open to her waist, she shrugged it off her shoulders and it fell away to pool softly around her feet, leaving her in a pink bra and bright purple panties.
“Sorry,” she said, watching his face. “My sexy matching sets don’t fit anymore.”
He almost couldn’t speak from the desire surging through him. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her closer and buried his face between her breasts. “Sweetheart, if you were any sexier,” he croaked, “I might spontaneously combust.”
She ran her hand down the back of his head to rest it on his nape. “How come you always know the right thing to say?”
“Not speaking anything but the truth.” He brushed his mouth against her. “Mmm. You feel so good, you smell so good. I’m so hard...”
Huffing out a laugh, Lani pushed him back on the bed and sprawled out next to him. He leaned over to kiss her softly.
“Is there anything you don’t like?” he asked. “In bed, I mean.”
Grabbing the back of his T-shirt, she wrestled it up and over his head, then pulled him on top of her. “Guys wearing too many clothes while in it.” She draped her arms around his shoulders. “Other than that, um, my feet are super ticklish.”
“So don’t suck your toes?” He took her giggle into his mouth, his own lips curving. “Noted.”
A warm, comforting silence fell as she stroked his back, her knees hugging his ribs. He breathed in the scent of her skin, wishing he could bottle it and take it with him, and he closed his eyes, purging his mind of everything except the need to give her pleasure.
To make love to her.
He ran his palm along one silken thigh as he kissed his way up her throat to her lips. Lani was waiting for him, her mouth welcoming his, her tongue a slick heat that curled his toes and wrenched a moan from deep in his chest.
He broke the kiss and climbed off the bed to strip off his shorts—well, tried to—his arousal making him clumsy.
At last he kicked them away and spread his arms wide. “What do you think? Should I take a second job as a stripper?”
Her eyes danced. “I think you might need to work on the presentation a bit.”
“Yeah?” Geo did a little shimmy, feeling silly, and free, amazed at the level of comfort he’d already reached with her.
“Oh, yeah, shake that booty.” Leaning back on her elbows, she braced one heel on the edge of the mattress and waved her knee idly back and forth. “More. Do your best Magic Mike impression.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Did you see that movie?”
“At least three times.” Geo shrugged. “Channing Tatum is fucking hot.” He watched her carefully to gauge her reaction to the reminder of his sexuality, but all she did was give a thoughtful nod.
“He is. Although I like Matt Bomer more.”
“Hmm.” Geo pretended to consider it. “I guess I wouldn’t kick him out of bed either.”
“Well, you’re sexier than both of them put together. Damn.” Her eyes fell to his cock, and her eyes widened. She scooted to the edge of the mattress, and when he drew close enough, wrapped her arms around his hips. Then she tilted her head back to gaze up at him. “Can I—?”
Tenderness made his hand shake as he smoothed her hair away from her flushed face. “I’m all yours,” he whispered.
She bit her lip, then leaned in to place a shy kiss on the slick, aching tip of him. Geo widened his stance, his abs tight with the effort of holding back. “Oh, yeah,” he encouraged her, then clenched his teeth as she took him deeper, her mouth a tight, moist heat that gripped him, her rhythmic tugging rapidly eroding his control.
At last she sat back and licked her swollen lips. “Tastes so good.”
He forced himself to remain still as she ran exploratory hands up his sides and along his chest, stringing little open-mouthed kisses between his hipbones. When she tweaked his nipples, he gasped. “Driving me crazy, darlin’.”
“You’re so beautiful.” She sounded a little tremulous, her breathing as unsteady as his. Her gold-flecked eyes glowed with desire, and awe, and unbelievably, his cheeks heated in a blush.
Seeing it, she chuckled low in her throat. “Yep, you are.” She stood and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And I’m dying for you to touch me.”
He smoothed his palms along her back and down to her silk-clad buttocks, which he plumped and squeezed, unable to keep from groaning as she arched against him, his cock trapped between their bellies.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. When he hesitated, her gaze flew to his, then sharpened. “What’s wrong?”
“I—I don’t—” he stammered, then swallowed hard. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lani’s mouth curved. Reaching back behind herself, she unfastened her bra and let it slip down her arms, then took his hand and placed it gently on her breast. “You won’t. Touch me.”