One Little Kiss by Robin Covington

Author:Robin Covington [Covington, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00VSHAHV6
Publisher: Burning Up the Sheets, LLC.
Published: 2015-04-19T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

Leighton

Jonas. Get the damn door open.”

He grunts against the kiss I plant on his mouth as he fumbles with the key card again. It’s only been a few moments since he blew me away with the speech on the street but it feels like an eternity and a half. I want him. My skin is tight with it and I feel like I’m going to combust if I can’t get him inside me as soon as possible.

“You realize…” he mumbles against my mouth as he angles his head to get a better look at the lock on the door, “…that it is almost impossible to do anything with your hands on me?”

“You need to learn to work under distracting conditions,” I say, letting my hands wander under the layers of his coat and Henley to map the smooth, hot expanse of skin on his abdomen. He grabs me tight around the waist and keeps me from diving back in for another lip lock while he finally gets the key in the lock and swings our door open.

“Holy fuck. You’re going to kill me,” he says as he drags me inside the room and uses the weight of our bodies to close the door as he pins me to it. He does not hesitate, diving in to run his tongue along the exposed column of my neck. Jonas tastes, sucks, bites and I shiver in spite of the abundance of clothing I have on and my only thought is to remove all of it as quickly as possible.

“Off,” I demand as I tug at the zipper on his leather jacket, dragging it down his arms until it gets stuck on his elbows.

Jonas steps back and we both decide to tackle our own clothing because there is no time for slow, seductive stripper pole performances tonight. Our need is high, so hot there is a whiff of a lighted match in the air. Jackets, sweaters, boots, socks, jeans fly in every direction as we try to set a record for how fast we can get naked. I’m about to remove my panties, thumbs tucked over the waistband when Jonas stops me with two words.

“Christ, Red.”

Even if I couldn’t see his face in the one meager lamp we left on, the anguished tone of his voice tells me everything I need to know. I pause, dropping my hands as I let him get his fill.

“I want to paint you. Just like this.” He steps forward, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone with the whisper touch of butterfly wings. I’m electrified, nipples tight and sex wet as I relax into his touch, giving myself up to the pleasure.

He takes his time, exploring me with his touch and memorizing me with his eyes. I lift my hands, weaving my fingers into the dark waves of his hair, not directing his movement but anchoring myself to him as I feel my body begin to shake with my own desire.

Jonas dips lower, tracing the path in between my breasts as he lowers himself to kneel in front of me.

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