Page 53 of Cold Foot King
His fingertips brushed her skin right at her hip, under the hem of her shirt, and a chill rippled through her. He smiled against her lips and eased back. “I felt that.”
“Do it again,” she whispered.
Slowly, he lifted the hem of her shirt higher and dragged his fingertips down her rib cage, eliciting another tremble of anticipation from her.
His smile was downright wicked now, in the dim light of the tent. He made it a game, dragging his touch up and down her side, her stomach, her back, drawing gooseflesh from her skin as she relaxed under his attention. It felt so good to be touched like this.
King tugged at her shirt, and she eased up to give him room to peel it over her head. Her sports bra was next. As the chilly night air touched her bare skin, she shivered for a different reason now.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling her back down into the warmth.
“You too,” she whispered, pushing the material of his sweater upward. He sat up and pulled his shirt off smoothly, and then covered her with his warm body. This man was a furnace, she came to realize as she wrapped her arms around him and settled against the warmth of his chest. She explored every scar on his back, and he would lean down and kiss her every minute or so as he explored her body with his hands. The pressure of his touch on her breasts had her eyes rolling closed, and her breath escaping in a huff. How could a man make her feel this deeply? This good? This excited? This seen?
King eased back by inches and slid his hand under the waist of her leggings, and she gasped as he touched her between her thighs.
“Mmm,” he rumbled his satisfaction as he rubbed his fingers over her slick entrance. “I don’t remember some parts,” he murmured, “but I do remember what it felt like to slide into you after fighting it so hard.”
A whimper of pleading escaped her throat, and he pushed his finger into her deep.
“I love that you’re noisy, Kat. I like that you can tell me what you want. What feels good.”
“That feels good,” she said mindlessly as he pushed into her again.
She felt drunk with his touch.
King slid two fingers in and went deep, hit her just right. She spread her legs wider and rested her hand on top of his, guiding his pace. Against her hip, he rocked forward, and she could feel how hard he was. Oh, he was ready, and it was such a turn-on that she could do that for him.
“You gonna come for me like this?” he murmured against her ear, then bit her lobe gently as she arched her back against the sleeping bag.
“I would rather have more,” she admitted breathlessly.
King pulled his fingers from her and brushed his touch between her legs gently, like he was thinking it over. “You’re wanting to erase the other memory?”
“Not erase,” she uttered low. “Replace. I want to feel you inside me, my choice this time.”
He waited a few breaths, and then leaned over and drew her nipple into his mouth, lapped at it until she let off a moan of pleasure, and then laid back. “Take what you want then.”
If she hadn’t already been so turned on, she might have hesitated and asked what he meant. Now? She knew. He was letting her have control.
She shimmied out of her leggings, and then unfastened his pants and pushed them down his hips under the cover of the sleeping bag, she straddled him, and pressed her wet sex against his swollen, rock-hard cock. The moan he let off as she rocked her hips, teasing, was the sexiest noise she’d ever heard.
Reaching between her legs, she gripped him hard, and he rolled his hips on instinct. “Fuck,” he whispered as he gripped her hips and pulled her upward to position her right over the head of his cock.
“You’re torturing me, woman.”
She allowed a private smile in the dark, and then took him. He slid deep, deep into her, slowly. He was huge, but she was ready for him. She rocked shallowly as he stayed deep, and she basked in the feel of his fingers digging into her hips, and the grunt of pleasure that escaped him. She loved this view of him. Though it was dark, she had always been able to see with very little light, and his strong torso was flexed as his hands stayed tight on her waist, moving her up and down his shaft. His head was thrown back, his Adam’s apple visible, and when he lowered his chin to look at her, his eyes were glowing molten gold. God, he was something to look at.
Katrina sat up straighter, leaned back and locked her arms on his powerful thighs behind her, popped her chest out, and rested her head back. She closed her eyes to the world and just felt him, and gah, there was nothing better.
One of his hands went to her breast, and she gripped him there, holding it in place as he bucked harder into her. “King?” she whispered helplessly.
“I’m with you,” he gritted out.
“King?” she said louder, her body heating to an inferno.
“Fuck,” he uttered, gripping her hips again with both hands and yanking her against him, over and over, harder and harder. The pace became frantic, and her release came strong and fast. She huffed out his name again as her body pulsed with the first of her orgasm.
Inside of her, King was thrusting, hitting her just right, so hard, so deep. He slowed and arched against the ground as his cock pulsed jets of warmth into her.