I ran my hands through the wet silk of his hair. The crisp hairs on his chest teased my tightened nipples and the feel of his rock-hard body against mine was enough to make me wet and needy. "I love your body," he whispered, his lips moving across my cheek to my throat. His hand caressed the length of my torso from breasts to hip. "I can't get enough of it." "You haven't had very much of it yet," I teased. "I don't think I'll ever have enough." Nibbling and licking across my shoulder, he slid down and caught my other nipple between his teeth. He tugged and the tiny dart of pain had my back arching on a soft cry. He soothed the sting with a soft suck; then kissed his way downward. "I've never wanted anything this badly." "Then do me!" "Not yet," he murmured, moving lower, rimming my navel with the tip of his tongue. "You're not ready yet." "What? Ah, God...I can't get any readier
"You should be -- a normal person would be. You don't even look shaken." He seemed unsettled. He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes were, lighter than I'd ever seen them, golden butterscotch. "I feel very safe with you," I confessed, mesmerized into telling the truth again. That displeased him; his alabaster brow furrowed. He shook his head, frowning. "This is more complicated than I'd planned," he murmured to himself. I picked up a breadstick and began nibbling on the end, measuring his expression. I wondered when it would be okay to start questioning him. "Usually you're in a better mood when your eyes are so light," I commented, trying to distract him from whatever thought had left him frowning and somber. He stared at me, stunned. "What?" "You're always crabbier when your eyes are black -- I expect it then," I went on. "I have a theory about that." His eyes narrowed. "More theories?" "Mm-hm
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