Karen Rose - I’m Watching You

This time he cut off her words with a hard kiss. „ Stop . There is nothing wrong with you.“

Her eyes flashed, impossibly, intensely green. „Then show me. Show me how it’s supposed to be. Because I’ve always wanted to know.“

For a moment they stood staring at each other and Abe realized a new gauntlet had been thrown down, by Kristen. She wanted to be romanced. Wooed. And he realized something else. He was scared to death. He drew in a lungful of air and slowly let it out. „Okay. How it’s supposed to be. Well, first I’d be dressed better. Suit and a tie, maybe.“

Her lips curved and her hands splayed wide against his bare chest. „I like you just like this. Then what?“

Her hands felt so incredibly good. „Then I’d ply you with a terrific meal.“

She raised a brow. „You can cook?“

He smiled down at her. „Of course. Can’t you?“

She scowled. „You’re supposed to be making me swoon, not insulting me.“

„Sorry. Then after dinner, I’d put on some soft music and pull you into my arms.“ He pulled her close and her hands slid up to his shoulders. „And I’d dance with you.“

„I don’t know how to dance,“ she admitted.

„Doesn’t matter.“ He brushed a kiss across her lips. „The dancing’s not important.“

„What is important?“ she asked breathlessly.

„Holding you. Touching you. Feeling your body against mine. Making you wish for just a little bit more.“ He moved with her, showing her how to follow his lead, letting his aroused body brush up against her lightly. She shuddered in his arms and he gritted his teeth against the sudden wave of lust.

„It’s working,“ she said thickly. „What happens next?“

„Patience, patience.“ He kissed her dusty forehead. „We haven’t finished our dance.“ But he slowed the motion until they were no more than swaying in place. He pressed kisses to her temple, her chin, the hollow of her throat. Heard her sigh. „Right about now I’d be wanting to feel you hard against me,“ he murmured. „I’d dance you backward until your back was against a wall and press against you.“ His brows lifted. „But you’ve knocked the wall down, so I can’t do that.“

She smiled at him, a siren’s smile that set his hot blood to boiling. „Improvise.“

He couldn’t wait any longer. He took her mouth in a kiss that was everything he’d wanted and she returned it with equal fervor. Her arms slid around his neck and she pressed against him with her whole body and he filled his hands with her round ass and hauled her up into him, thrusting the way he’d dreamed. And she arched, sweetening the contact until he groaned and sank to his knees, bringing her with him. In a fluid movement he pressed her to the floor, cradling her head in his hands.

He lifted his head, every nerve in his body screaming for release. „This is what I wanted.“ He settled himself between her thighs and thrust his hips and watched her eyes flash. „It’s what I wanted the first time I saw you.“

„It’s what I want now,“ she said. „Show me the rest, Abe. Please.“

Rearing up on his knees, he pulled off her tank top, taking her bra with it. She lifted her arms in accommodation and then she was bared to the waist, open to his gaze. „You’re beautiful, Kristen. But I knew you would be.“ He eased down to his elbows and looked his fill while she lay there, watching his every move. „When I got you like this, all hot and bothered, I’d tease you a little. Make you want a little more.“ He bent his head and gently licked her nipple and felt her jolt beneath him. He repeated the motion and she arched, offering him more. But he kept the caresses light, whispers only on her skin. Until she whimpered.

„Please.“

He was truly going to die. „Please, what?“

She arched again. „Dammit, Abe, you know.“

He ran his tongue under the fullness of her breast. Tasted the salt from her exertions. Purposed that she’d exert herself a hell of lot more before they were done. „Maybe I don’t,“ he murmured. „I was showing you what I’d do, and there you go, rewriting the rules.“

Her laugh was strangled, exasperated. „Abe.“

He decided to have mercy and gave her what she was too shy to ask for, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking, tonguing her nipple and sucking some more. She moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and he lost it. He devoured, first one breast then the other, until she writhed beneath him.

„Oh, God,“ she gasped.

He lifted his head, panicked. „Please don’t say you want me to stop.“

She lifted her head from the floor, meeting his eyes. „If you stop, I’ll hurt you.“

His breath shuddered out in relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done had she asked him to stop. He would have stopped of course, but… He kissed each wet breast then continued down her stomach, slowing the pace, planting kisses down to her navel.

She lifted her hips against him. „Abe, I may be new at this, but I think this is where we take off the rest of our clothes.“

He’d been sliding down her body and now paused, his shoulders between her thighs. „Then you should be glad you have a master like me around,“ he said lightly. „You are so impatient.“ He pressed his mouth between her legs and she cried out. „God, you’re already so wet,“ he muttered and looked up at her. She’d lifted herself on her elbows and now stared at him, her eyes heavy with need. „This is what I wanted last night,“ he said hoarsely. „Do you understand?“ Wordlessly she nodded and his heart threatened to push out of his chest. „Can I?“ And she nodded again. Unable to wait any longer he pulled her shorts, yanking in his haste, then dropped back down again, burying his mouth in her hot, wet heat. She fell back to the floor with another strangled moan, her arm covering her eyes, and he feasted. It had been so long and she tasted so good.

Raspy little staccato cries were coming from her mouth and he slowed down, drawing out her pleasure. „Do you like this?“ he asked.

„Yes.“ Her hips arched. „Please.“ Then a few glorious minutes later, she began to tense and her hands reached for him. He reached to grab one of her hands, his other still under her, lifting her to him. „Abe.“ It was a high, keening cry and he intensified the pressure until she unraveled, coming with a long, low moan. He kept kissing her inner thighs, soft, plucking kisses until her breathing evened out.

His own body straining for release, he lifted his head and knew he’d never, ever forget the way she looked. Glowing, radiant. Awed. Covered in plaster dust.

She met his eyes. „And then what would you do?“ she whispered.

He swallowed hard. „Then I’d ask you to help me with my belt, my zipper.“

She sat up, tugging him to his knees. „Then I would.“ And she did, pulling at his belt, each movement making her breasts jiggle before his hungry eyes. The tip of her tongue appeared as she concentrated, finally loosening the belt when he covered her hands with his, halting their quest.

„Wait.“ He pulled his wallet out of his pants and found a condom. Her eyes widened and it was like he could hear the wheels turning in her mind. Did he always carry one? Did he do this with all the women? On this point he could allay all her misgivings. „Kristen, the last time I made love was six years ago, before…“ He could see she understood. „I put the condom hi my wallet last Wednesday night when I got back to my apartment.“

„When you met me,“ she said softly.

„Again,“ he corrected, his voice husky. „Now, I would respectfully request you finish with my pants because I really, really want to be inside you.“ Her cheeks turned pink and she dipped her head, to focus on his waist. She accomplished the button of his pants with some difficulty, but he let her do it all. Gingerly, the zipper came down and she drew a deep breath. She pushed and tugged and his pants and boxers slid to his knees and when she drew another deep breath he realized he was holding his. Tentatively she stroked him and the breath he’d been holding came out as a guttural groan. „Oh, God. That feels so good.“