Page 83 of A Really Bad Idea

“I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.” He lays his lips on the skin of my neck. A chill travels down my spine. “All I care about is what you think. What are you thinking about?”

“Right now?” I breathe, and his kisses move up to my mouth. “Not much of anything.”

His kisses turn feverish, and I give in way too easily. A fever is a warning system for the body. To suppress it would be catastrophic, so we attack it with a vengeance.

I unbutton his shirt and push it off his chest. He lifts mine over my head. My hands roam over his chest. My brain doesn’t know when I’ll be able to do so again, so I try to touch him as much as possible.

He seems to be thinking the same thing as he undoes my bra, rubbing over my erect nipples.

“I love your breasts. They’re so full and natural. I had a dream about them the other night.” His words are muffled as he places his mouth over a nipple. “How they feel in my hands,” he says between kisses. “How they taste. The way they swell when you’re about to come.”

I grab his head and rake my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth up to kiss him. He pushes my shorts down my hips, and his tongue skims his lower lip at the sight of my bare body.

He drops to his knees. His eyes peer back up with a sinful gleam, and I’m completely unnerved with that one simple look.

He hooks my leg over his shoulder and rubs his thumb over my clit. I grip the counter and lean back, savoring the feel of his delicate fingers over my very sensitive core. When I look back down, I lose myself in the smoldering stare he holds as his lips lean forward and press onto mine.

“I love the way you squirm when I go down on you,” he says, his voice is lowered. “The way you arch your back and wiggle your hips into my mouth right before you orgasm, it’s gorgeous.”

Holy mother of—

I can’t even keep coherent thoughts as Christian’s tongue licks the folds while his finger continues to move in magical circles. I arc my hips into his mouth, begging for more.

He doesn’t disappoint as his mouth replaces his fingers, his tongue taking over, licking and flicking, sucking. Not only can this man devour me with his kisses, but he can also devour me with his … kisses.

I hiss and cry, panting as my body climbs with the build of electricity running through it. I place a hand over my breast and play with it. The sensations are too much; I want all of them.

“Do you like that?” he asks as he inserts a finger.

I moan out loud. “Yes.”

For two people who are supposed to be having sex with the end game of creating a baby, we sure aren’t letting pleasure run away from us. At least, Christian isn’t.

He works me with his mouth and fingers. My body bends forward, unable to hold my weight as I come on his mouth and hand. And then he works me more.

I’m sated and so incredibly turned on.

I grab him by the hair and pull him up to stand, gripping him by the neck and pulling him into me for a kiss. He’s holding my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs, as I taste my pleasure on his lips and find it sinfully erotic.

I drop to the floor and make quick work of his belt buckle, undoing his pants and freeing his erection.

“You don’t have to reciprocate,” he says between clenched teeth as I pump my hand around the thick steel, my thumb roaming over the tip.

“I know. I want to.” I put my mouth over his cock and run my tongue wide up and down. I don’t know what’s gotten over me. I’m a savage woman, hungry for this man and his magic fingers and mouth and oh-so-generous cock.

My hand works in unison with my mouth, pumping him until he grips my shoulders and pulls me up to a standing position.

He hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around him while he walks us down the hall and into my bedroom, laying me on the bed.

When he enters me, it’s with a carnal want. My hands grip the sheets, and my hips buck up to meet his. He curls my leg up, getting in deeper, as he rolls his hips and hits every nerve ending in my body.

I bury my head into his chest as the rush of an orgasm crashes against my core, and I feel the waves of pleasure wash over me as he continues to pump and grind, chasing his orgasm before filling me.

He’s breathless and spent. His body falls onto mine, and I rub his back as this hot-blooded man comes down from the high we were just riding.

“What happened?” he asks into my shoulder.

“You laid pipe,” I say.