“Just so we’re clear and on the same page, would you be alright with me tasting you?”
My hands are already guiding her legs further apart, positioning her gently, opening her to me. My eyes are firmly transfixed on her lace clad sex and my mouth is already watering in anticipation. My knees are already shaking, and I’m bloody well perched on them on a hardwood floor, so that’s quite an accomplishment. The muscles in my stomach are tight. My entire body is coiled tight with the level of my need for her.
“I would be incredibly disappointed if you didn’t taste every single bit. I’m not talking inches here. I’m talking like nano-inches. Or whatever is smaller than an inch.” She laughs, all without looking at me, and god, she’s absolutely enchanting. “Everything. Let’s go with that. Every little bit.”
“I can handle that.”
“Good.”
Still with her eyes closed, she sits up and unhooks her bra. She slides it away like she would if she was undressing at home, routine and mechanical, but it’s the very epitome of tantalizing. She’s not done there. Her hands skim down, over her ribs, over her flat belly, to her panties. She peels them away, arching off the bed and slipping out both legs at once. Also not trying to be sexy or to tease me. She’s getting naked in broad daylight. For me.
She finally caves a heartbeat later. Her eyes crack and she looks at me, then a bright pink flush appears on her arched cheekbones and her bottom lip wobbles just a little.
“Ummm…. If you wait any longer, I’m going to think that you’re tapping out. Or that- that- that there’s something embarrassing going on with me that I wasn’t aware of.”
“Embarrassing?”
“Like a patch of hair I’ve missed under my knee while shaving for the past, oh, two years straight, and now it’s coiled up under there like a knee monster, six feet long, waiting to lure you to your doom.”
With the utmost care, I take her knees, first one, then the other, and lift them from the covers for inspection. I leave them that way, her feet planted, her knees arched up in the air. She looks up at me through the thick fringe of her honeyed lashes, her kiss swollen lips arching into a soft smile, her eyes going darker and hazier when she notices how I’m truly looking at her.
“Nope,” I whisper-croak. “No six foot patch of scary, lethal hairs.”
“Four feet?”
“No.”
“Two?”
“I was just taking in every bit of your beauty. It’s like being gobsmacked. Or like, like being hit upside the head with a wet noodle. It quite takes one’s breath away and one can do nothing but stare and lose oneself and forget all track of time or the outside world because they are drowning in a sea of wonder and perfection.”
Leandra snorts. “Flattery.” She echoes her earlier statement.
I hook my hands under her knees, bend my head, and trail kisses from her knee to her thigh again, tracing a pattern I tasted earlier along the softest skin in the entire universe, but it feels brand new and I’m again, for lack of a better term, just gobsmacked. I still manage to get out a few words, correcting her gently, also like before.
“No. Truth.”
Chapter 12
Leandra
“No. Truth.”
There’s something about the way Daniel says it. Those two words. It makes me want to make an offering of myself. Not just in this moment, but, well, for longer. It makes me want to believe that the world isn’t just full of heartbreak and heartache. It makes me want to believe that emotions can be more than just a train waiting to wreck. I’m not one of those people that can just cut their feelings off. That I can distance myself between having them and not having them. It’s not cut and dry for me. For me, it happens anyway.
It’s not just the curse.
It’s Daniel.
I don’t know a single person in the world who could not be entranced by this man. He’s almost too good to be real, but I know that he is. He’s very real. Flesh and blood kind of real. He’s been there for me already, through the craziest first weeks. And now he’s just met my family, and if that’s not enough to make most men run, I don’t know what is.
But he didn’t run.
Ouch, my heart.
My heart is here doing some painful things, but thankfully I happen to be having these thoughts while my body is being distracted.
Very. Distracted.
My brain goes on a permanent mental vacation and my body takes over as Daniel utters that proclamation. And then het tastes me.
I squirm and wriggle, trying to get closer. I’m not a bold person by nature. The lights being on in the form of the sun, illuminating the entire room and my very naked figure, is nearly my maximum for the day, but I hear myself whimpering.