Page 8 of Thicker than Blood
I still and see the dark shadow move close to me. He takes his hand off my mouth and reaches for the lamp on the end table. I have to blink a couple of times at the brightness washing through the room. Sure enough, Caspian is in front of me, down on his knees.
“What the hell are you doing here? Why are you in the guesthouse?”
Like always, he answers my questions with his own, “Why did you not eat tonight? Why are you not sleeping in your bed?”
My heart starts thumping again.
“H…how did you know I didn’t eat? Have you talked to Eddie?” His eyes search mine before something like a blush comes across his cheeks. But what does he have to be embarrassed about? “How long have you been back?”
“I just got back.” So…he didn’t talk to Eddie about me not eating dinner with him.
Before I can ask more questions, his mouth comes down on mine. I should shove him away from me, tell him to get his ass out of my living area. But stupid me melts under him. His hands come up and trace the straps of my worn-out tank top.
“Fuck, I knew you would be soft but son of a bitch, sweet girl. You are like cotton candy. I wonder, will you melt under my tongue once I have it on you? Will you melt for me when I have it in you? I bet you will. I bet you’ll turn liquid for me.” He says the words in between kisses causing me to lose focus as I sink into the feel of his tongue dancing over mine.
The strap on my tank top slips and his mouth leaves mine. He doesn’t go very far though as he drops kisses on the slope of my shoulder.
“Come here, sweet stuff.” I cry out as I’m being shifted so that instead of lying on the couch I am now sitting in his lap and both of us are on the floor.
I wasn’t expecting someone so I’m in itty bitty shorts with slits up the sides that only meet at the top of my hips leaving the sides of my legs bare. It makes it easier to sleep in them and not feel confined. They're one of my favorite things and I have them in like five colors.
Now they seem too thin and too short especially when Caspian’s hands are cupping and massaging the globes of my ass through the soft barely-there material. He growls in my mouth causing a shiver to race through me.
“So, fucking sexy. So, fucking soft and sexy.”
The kiss is turning frenzied and needy as he plays with my bare skin. When I feel his hands slide inside the open sides, I know I have to stop this. Now.
“Ca…Caspian…”
“Oh, fuck yes! Say it again. Say my name again.”
“Caspian,” I absolutely do not say it again just because he demanded it.
“Sweetheart, you aren’t wearing anything under these shorts, are you? Naughty, naughty girl.”
Another shiver courses through me. Oh god! Why did I get so turned on when he called me a naughty girl? Why did that make everything a lot wetter down below? I don’t have time to turn all introspective as the brush of his fingertips along either side of the bends of my legs, so close to an area that has never been touched before, surprises a yelp out of me but they don't go any further than that.
“I missed the fuck out of you, and I was only gone for a fucking day.” Yeah, it doesn’t make any sense to me either.
One of his hands comes up to dig into the strands of my hair so he can control the tilt and angle of the kiss. His tongue comes back up and dips into the waiting opening of my mouth as I mimic what he is doing to mine.
Then his hand squeezes up on the soft swell of my ass as he drops kisses down my throat and across the top of my chest. And then… I feel his mouth through the thin fabric of my tank.
Chapter Nine
Caspian
I shouldn’t even be here. I should let her go, stand up, and walk away. I should think about what I am doing and control myself. But she smells so damned good and feels even better. I knew this was going to happen, knew I was going to be this way when I found someone. Obsessive, possessive, compulsive.
She cries out as the dampness of my mouth sinks into the material of her shirt… if what she has on can be called a shirt. Her hard little nipple tightens beneath the restricting cloth as my tongue dances over first one and then the other. Her hands come up to grab my head as her body goes stiff, and her breathing starts to turn heavy.
I take her chin in between my fingers when she starts to push me away. “Don’t take this away from me, Sweets. Don’t take these little treats away now that I’ve found them.”
I look down at where the wet material clings to her tight pebbles. I can see through it now and can see what color those little cinnamon peaks are, and I feel my mouth start to water like fucking Pavlov’s dogs hearing the dinner bell. I have to have another taste; I have to have her sweetness in my mouth.
I dip my head lower so I can tease her dusky buds, flicking them back and forth with the tip of my tongue causing her to gasp out and arch her back for me so I can reach more of her. My name trembles from her mouth causing my body to harden and tighten under her.
“What are you doing, Caspian?”