Free Text Me by K. J. Reed Page B

knowing
anything—everything—they had was finite.
    “You have the smoothest skin,” he murmured as his lips moved
down her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. He undid the front clasp
and the material fell to the sides. He nuzzled, nipped and licked around the
soft skin, all while avoiding her tight nipples. He took a bite from the soft
flesh under her breast and she moaned, wiggled a little in an effort to force
contact with her hard nipple.
    He laughed and used one hand on her shoulder to keep her
still. “Calm down. We’ll get there.” But instead of relief, he moved to the
other breast, licking and nibbling his way around in that same teasing manner.
    Just as she was about to grab his head and pull him where
she wanted him, his teeth closed around one tight bud and he bit down. Hard.
    Her eyes flew open and she gasped for breath. It hurt, but
it didn’t. And she felt a responding throb between her legs. He soothed the
ache with his tongue and the sting was a distant memory as her body wiggled and
danced in answer to his laps and sucks. He moved to the other breast and she
braced herself for the same pleasure-pain, but it didn’t come. He gave a gentle
tug with his teeth and sucked once before moving down her stomach.
    Everywhere his lips touched, her body twitched
involuntarily. Her abs tightened and she couldn’t stop shifting her restless
body. Then he reached the apex of her thighs and she couldn’t move at all.
    Once again he surprised her by not slipping her panties down
her legs. Instead he let his tongue roam and trace the outline of the black
lace. Around her hips, over her thighs, then one long line down her center.
    “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice sounding distant. “I can
feel you through the fabric. God that’s hot.”
    He pushed her knees wide. She raised her head in surprise.
There was no way to get her panties off now, not with her legs that far apart.
Before she could point out the obvious flaw in his plan, he surprised her
again.
    Donovan leaned down and let his tongue run over her panties,
teasing her through the fabric. He reached her clit and pushed down, the tip of
his tongue barely making contact.
    It wasn’t enough. She thrust her hips up, silently begging
for more, but one hand clamped on her waist and pushed her down with firm
authority.
    “Don—Donovan…”
    He caught that sensitive bundle of nerves between his teeth
and a scream stuck in her throat, came out garbled and watery. Her knees flew
together, trapping his head between them.
    “Problems?” he asked, voice muffled by her thighs.
    She inhaled deeply and said, “No. Surprised.” She took a
pillow and covered her face in embarrassment. God, one little nip and he almost
had to scrape her from the ceiling. Very suave.
    Donovan pried her legs apart and slid
over her body. The pillow moved and his face appeared, looking amused.
    “If you don’t like it then tell me and I won’t do it again.”
    “No!” she said then bit her tongue. Her face felt as if it
were on fire. “That’s not it, it just surprised me is all. I’ve never…no guy’s
ever…you know…bit me…” She groaned and turned her face into the pillow. What
were the odds she could convince him to use the pillow to smother her for real
and end her agony?
    He pushed down with his hips, his denim-clad erection
pressing heavily into her groin. “Gotcha. But if you don’t mind, I think I’m
ready to move on to something we have done before.” He reached over his head
and pulled his shirt off in one motion, tossing it onto the floor.
    She gave in to the urge and ran her hands up and down his
chest a few times, brushing his flat nipples as she passed by. He was a rock,
all muscle. Not a soft space on him, including below the belt. Her fingers
drifted to his belt and she undid the buckle and the first button. Her arms
were too short and she couldn’t reach his fly so she pushed his shoulder until
he rolled onto his back.
    Donovan toed