I melted against the wall behind me as his lips moved over mine. King buried one hand in my hair and kissed me with everything he had. All I could do was groan as I kissed him back.
I swore I felt electricity arc over my body everywhere he touched me. His hand in my hair. His crotch against mine. His mouth and tongue commanding mine.
King groaned against my ear. “I swear if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna come in my pants like a teenager.”
If this wasn’t real, I didn’t want to wake up.
Ever.
Then King’s finger plucked at my distended nipple and a pang raced through my body.
This was definitely real.
Yes!
His lips coasted down my neck while his hands pushed my shirt up.
Oh dear god, yes!
Chapter Fourteen
Still Briar
I arched into his hands.
“I thought about these beauties last night in the shower.” King’s large hand cupped my left breast after he’d ripped my shirt up and over my head, leaving me completely nude from the waist up. “They are prettier than I’d imagined.”
I watched, spellbound, as King lowered his head and suckled my nipple. Heat raced through my body, and I swore I got even wetter as his teeth rasped against me.
His fingers plucked at my other neglected nipple, making me ache.
It was all too much. I closed my eyes, and my head fell back against the wall with athunk,even as I arched closer to him. His beard prickled my skin, making me aware of every inch of him. I clutched at his head, not wanting him to stop. I could probably come from just his mouth on my nipple.
Then his lips skated over to my other breast, and my eyes crossed.
“Oh, King.” I moaned as he played my body like a virtuoso.
As I held him tight to my breast, his fingers skimmed down my side and tucked into the top of my cotton shorts. Even as he drove me wild with his mouth, his dexterous fingers tugged the last remaining barrier covering my body. I gasped as my thinshorts and even smaller panties pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare to him.
His lips popped off my nipple and covered my lips once again in a quick scorching kiss—a claiming. And then he stepped back and took in all of me with his eyes.
I’d never felt more naked or vulnerable in my entire life.
All the euphoria I’d stored up from his lips fell away as his eyes raked over me.
This man had been with Hollywood stars who didn’t have an ounce of fat on their entire bodies, who spent hours every day working out, doing yoga and Pilates. I might’ve been slender, but I was so far from perfect I felt every bump of cellulite.
And no doubt King was thinking the same.
“Fuck me, Bee. You are gorgeous.” He bit his bottom lip and groaned as I moved restlessly against the wall. “Have you been practicing to be in a music video or something?”
My angst fell away as lust surged through me. King thought I was gorgeous! The rumbly tone in his voice made me move impatiently again. And kept me from understanding the last part of what he’d said. “Huh?”
“You got the whole sultry vixen vibe down. Damn, baby.”
He thought I was video vixen worthy? And suddenly, I was feeling every bit of it as his eyes continued to run over me. I fluttered my eyelashes at him and arched against the wall.
“So fucking sexy.” King stalked toward me, grabbed me under my arms, and pulled me to him so my legs wrapped around his hips. I held on to his shoulders and burrowed my hands into his thick, brown hair. His huge, straining erection—still hidden behind his jeans—rasped against my naked center with every step he took.