No Strings Attached

Chapter Twelve

A whisper drew her from her dreams, soft and breathy against her cheek.

“Shannon ... wake up, sweetheart ...” coaxing her out of her haven, his fingertips brushed gently against her breastbone, running down the crevice between the two globes, as one hair roughened thigh pulled her lower body against his so that she felt the long, hard erection nudging against her.

Her full lips curved up into a wistful smile as her eyelashes fluttered open into the morning light that trailed through the window.

He chuckled softly behind her – the sound ruffling strands of her hair against her face delicately, “I always wanted to see that ...” he whispered, “Your face as it comes alive in the morning ... how you look when the sun first touches your skin ... I always wanted to sleep next to you in an actual bed ... and not have a single thing to do that day so I could just ...” his words were punctuated with soft kisses down her spine as he moved lower on the mattress, pulling the soft covers away from her slender body, and he moved one of her long legs aside so that he could look up at her from between her thighs. His hungry gaze raked over her exposed centre, and blowing out a shaky breath, he continued, “... ravish you.”

“Hi ...” she started simply, suddenly self-conscious at her exposed state, and he chuckled in response.

Closing his eyes, and running his nose along the inside of her thigh, until he reached her core – nudging her with his nose before catching the tiny nub of nerves between his teeth gently creating a soft clamp. Gently suckling, he ran his tongue over her clit, running it backwards and forwards within its restraint, and she clenched her thighs around him – her hands fisting in the thin sheets beneath her.

Throwing back her head, and arching her back, she attempted to release some of the neediness he wrung from her body – to put it into words – but instead, what was expelled from her lips was a wrung out, high-pitched moan.

Two fingers plunged into her – eagerly awaited by her frenzied clenching muscles, and thrust slowly, torturously, so that she felt every slight twist of his hand, every flicker and movement in her susceptible flesh, until her body fell from its orbit – splintering apart over him.

Releasing his fingers from her, he ran the flat of his tongue the entire length of her opening, as if to savour every drop, before rising up on his knees, and wiping her from the corner of his lips with his fingertips, sending her an incredibly sexy, cheeky grin.

“Hi?” he shrugged simply, and she burst into giggles beneath him.

Watching that laughter shake her trim body – watching her dark eyes sparkle, and her head thrown back on her shoulders – and knowing that he’d done that, soared his heart through his chest – he almost couldn’t breathe for the intensity of the love  he felt for her. He sloped down onto his elbows swiftly, so that he startled her with the very sudden appearance of his face inches away from her own and she sucked in a breath quickly.

“You’re beyond beautiful ...” he murmured thoughtfully – his eyes running over the delicate contours of her face, “Like this, next to me. You’re beyond every one of my wildest fantasies. I’ve been dreaming of having you in my bed since the first time you smashed a glass on my kitchen floor and almost cut my feet to ribbons ...”