Spark Rising

“About kissing you.” He feathered light kisses across her shoulder and the back of her neck.

 

“Holding you,” he murmured against the curve of her neck on the other side. His left hand slid up and across her to tug the thin strap of material off her shoulder. He moved his face down to the edge of her shoulder and licked little sparking explosions back up toward her neck again. He finished at her right ear.

 

“I can’t stop thinking about how amazing it was,” he whispered in her ear, “to slide inside you. Do you remember?”

 

She had the tightest, sweetest little—

 

Her head tipped back, opening her neck to give him access to the sensitive skin.

 

He pounced, licking and kissing, drawing up the Dust then releasing it. Her breath came in little pants now, and the sound of it made him crazy. He pulled her tighter against him, lifting her onto her toes so that he could feel the curve of her round ass.

 

She gulped air. “Fifteen minutes, huh?”

 

He reached one arm up, supporting her weight easily with the other as he tilted her face toward him. “Fifteen,” he answered, voice just as breathless. “Say ‘yes.’”

 

“Yes.”

 

He captured her mouth with his, not gentle and not caring. She matched him heat for heat, pressure for pressure, electric and hard. His hand slid down, drawing down the other strap until both breasts were bare. He palmed one, using his thumb to play with her nipple until it pebbled before moving to the other. He toyed with them, loving how her body responded to his touch, before dipping his hand lower.

 

He pulled at the dress, gathering it up until he had access to the vee between her legs. She was naked under the dress. His blood pounded even harder. Though he ravaged her mouth with his, he kept his fingers gentle, easing between her legs to stroke at her most sensitive skin, dipping his fingers lower to draw up her wetness.

 

Her lips fell away from his, and she dropped both hands to wrap around his wrist and arm. Her eyes were closed as she focused on what his hand was doing. She rose up even higher onto her toes, leaning back into him for support, and spread her legs a little to offer him easier access.

 

He increased the friction and the pressure of the tight, swirling motions he made, and she responded. Her fingers tightened and released around his arm. The sounds she made were deeper, primal. Her brows drew down, and her eyelids squeezed shut.

 

He wanted to take her higher. He wanted her to scream for him.

 

Alex bore down, with more than just his finger. The Dust that had been swirling within them, surging between them like tides called by two moons, exploded toward the pressure.

 

She didn’t scream. She went silent as her body spasmed, even the sound of her breathing stopped. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t stop watching her face transformed by the bliss that rolled over her in waves as the current rolled through her and he brought it back again and again.

 

She made no sound until she had finished. Then little moans caught in the back of her throat, slowly shifting to soft hiccupping breaths.

 

His head was going to explode. He needed to be inside her.

 

Now.

 

He slid his hand from between her legs so he could ease her back onto her own feet again, but her knees were jelly. With a proud grin, he scooped her up and moved around the counter to the table, kicking aside the chair and sitting her down on the table top. The dress he’d pulled from her arms had pooled at her waist. He slid his hand up her side and curved in to her breast, dipping his head down again to lick at her nipples while he eased her back. He wanted her bright-eyed again before he finished. He wanted full participation, but he was so hard he ached, and he couldn’t wait.

 

Alex chuckled with anticipation as he worked at his pants with his free hand, but the sound that huffed against her skin came closer to a deranged cackle.

 

It must have got her attention. She threaded her fingers in his hair and pulled his head back. She wasn’t gentle. And he hadn’t thought he could get any harder than he was.

 

“What are you laughing at, Reyes?” Her smile was a little crooked, a little woozy, just a little drunken.

 

He laughed again. “Just thinking about what I’m going to do to you right now, Gracey.”

 

Her lips curved up at his answer, and she leaned back and gave a little shimmy with her shoulders, making the rest of her undulate in a way that stopped his heart. It took some effort, but he brought his gaze back to her face.

 

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