She’d never exposed herself like this to anyone. It had been lights-out, under the blankets with Scott for their whole sexual relationship. It was easier that way. If she was hidden, her fear he was disappointed with her body and her responses wouldn’t gnaw at her too much.
But with Angus…
Shewantedhim toseeher. Completely.
It was freeing.
It was wonderful.
It was…empowering.
She brushed her fingers over her nipples, watching his face. “Touch them. Suck them. Please?”
He stepped out of the crumple of suit pants at his feet, destroyed the distance between them and cupped her right breast, dragging his thumb over its distended nipple before bending down to capture it with his mouth.
Heat. Wet heat. Wet suction.
Her head swam, pleasure rushing through her. She whimpered, fisting her hand in his hair, swaying on her feet and he feasted on her right breast.
Drowning in the raw pleasure, she closed her eyes. “Oh…God…”
He moved his mouth to her left nipple, and she whimpered again, the exquisite pull on her flesh almost too much to bear. “I like that so much,” she rasped.
Cupping her right breast with gentle possession, he worshipped her left breast with his mouth and tongue, coaxing noises from her she’d never made before. Sparks of liquid need sank into her belly. The junction of her thighs grew damp and warm. She swayed again, keeping herself anchored by her grip on his hair. “Santa cazzo,” she groaned.
He lifted his head from her breast, charting a path of nibbling kisses up to her temple. “I have no bloody clue what you’re saying, but I fucking love the way it sounds.”
Letting out a throaty laugh, she pulled away from him a little. “It roughly translates as holy fuck.”
His nostrils flared. “In that case…”
He returned his mouth to her left breast, this time giving her nipple a tiny bite with his teeth before sucking deeply again.
“Holyfuck,” she burst out, laughing even as pleasure erupted through her at the rough sensation.
He pulled away again, mischief and hunger in his eyes as he suddenly scooped her up into his arms. “You okay with us taking this to the bedroom?”
Stomach fluttering with impatient delight, she raised her eyebrows. “Depends.”
A knot bunched in his jaw, and he became still. “On what?”
“Does your bedroom have the same kind of view?” She indicated toward the sweeping view of beach and ocean beyond the floor to ceiling window of his living room. It was stunning; if they hadn’t been so busy making out, she would have found it breathtaking.
Instead, it was Angus that had taken her breath away.
A beautifully decorated artificial Christmas tree stood off to the side of the window, a shiny cooking spatula adorning its top where her family placed a star.
God, she liked this man so much.
He chuckled. “I don’t know whether to be happy you approve of my home’s location…or insulted you think you may have ability to focus on the view when we’re—”
She silenced him by kissing him, laughing against his mouth before tearing her lips from his. “Take me to your bedroom, Angus.”
He took her to his bedroom.
“View,” he pointed out, carrying her passed the massive bed in the middle of the room to its window.
“View,” she confirmed, taking in the equally breathtaking view of the beach and ocean through the expansive window for a second before brushing her fingertips along his jaw, turning his face to hers. “Seen. Amazing. Breathtaking. Now…” She tangled her fingers in the hair at his nape and drew his head to hers.