Page 17 of Velvet Varnish
I clutch the book to my chest while my other hand wraps around his neck, tangling in his hair. His fingers trace distracting little circles on my thigh. I wriggle in his hold. His touch sends heat between my thighs, the seam of my leggings rubbing uncomfortably against me.
I clench his neck in warning. “Stop it.”
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” His eyes crease when he glances at me.
“You are.”
“I’m holding you. Protecting our book.” He bites his lip against laughter.
Is this what he’s like when his feelings are in the open and we can touch each other and talk freely? I’m not going to survive. His smile, his laughter, the happiness in his eyes will end me and I can’t wait.
“You’re touching me deliberately in places to…” I trail off.
“To get you hot, wet, and ready for me?” He stops his circles and hauls me tighter to him. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice has gone growly. It shoots straight to my centre and my cunt clenches around nothing.
“No,” I say breathlessly.
He ducks to kiss my forehead. “Don’t worry, we’re nearly there.”
I raise my head. He’s right. In fact, we’d already left the beach and were at his flat. He jogs up the stairs and rests me on my feet gently to unlock the door. We wipe sand off our feet and he closes the door behind us.
I walk inside and head straight to the shelves, scanning the titles he’d chosen for me. I slip the book back into its place, brushing a finger down the spine and turn.
Dom’s right behind me, closing me in against the shelves. “I think we need to get your wet leggings off. It can’t be good for your health.”
I reach for the waistband, but he brushes my hands away.
“Let me.”
7
DOM
I waitfor her nod before I pull her leggings down slowly, staring into her gorgeous eyes. She’s here, standing in the home I’ve unconsciously created for us. For her. She’s leaning against the books I bought for her, each with a note and date from when I bought it, hoping one day she would see them.
I pause while removing her clothes. “Do you have a headache? How’s your hand?”
She smiles softly and rubs her thumb across my cheek. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” I can’t believe I forgot to ask her.
Her chin dips and I take her at her word. I kneel on the rug, and she settles her hands on my shoulders to stroke them, but I don’t let it distract me. I tug the leggings down slowly to reveal her soft skin. I’m unable to stop myself from trailing my fingers across her thighs, down her knees until the wet leggings gather around her ankles.
I lift her left leg, freeing it from the fabric and repeat on her other side, her hold tightens on my shoulders while she balances on each leg. I fling her leggings towards the kitchen and don’t see where they land. Don’t care where they land with her in front of me. Isla giggles as she watches them. Her laughter cutsoff when I run my hands up her legs, brushing her calves, up to the backs of her thighs, and under her baggy shirt. My fingers rub the crease where her ass meets her thighs. Back and forth, her skin smooth and chilled from the beach. I glance up to see her biting her lip and shift my hands to focus on her inner thighs. Lean forward and press a kiss below her belly button where her shirt covers.
“You’re still wearing my shirt?” I’ve only just realised. Not only is she standing in front of me, but she’s standing here in my clothes. I run my hands under the shirt to land on her waist.
“It’s soft.”
“You can keep it.” Never mind that it’s one of my favourites. I want her to have it. She kept it on after everything, went home and changed, but putmyshirt on instead of her own clothes. “Take it off for me?” I ask, rubbing soothing circles across her skin. At least it’s supposed to be soothing, but by the way her breathing changes, it backfired. I want to reassure her it’ll be different from last night. Nothing is going to stop me from finally being with her.
Her hands reach to grasp the shirt and she drags it up slowly, revealing more skin, her grey underwear, her pink bra, my hands clenching her waist, and she pulls it over her head. It messes up her hair, and she throws it in the direction I lobbed her leggings, smiling at me as she does. I press open-mouthed kisses across her stomach, down to her covered cunt, and lick a strip over the grey fabric. She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders. Hazel eyes stare down at me, her teeth denting her lip. I’m too far away to soothe the pain, but I can soothe other areas. I hook my fingers into her underwear to pull them off her.
Her hands halt me when I bare the beginnings of her curls peeking out from the fabric, teasing me. I drag my gaze away to meet her eyes.
Her warm hands cover mine, still hooked in fabric. “You don’t have to.”
A slow smile spreads across my face. “I know. I want to.”