Laces and Lace (Assassins #6) Read online
When the elevator started moving up, he moved behind her, his hand still joined with hers, bringing it behind her back as his other hand moved up her hip and rested right under her breast. When she sucked in a deep breath, his cock cried out for relief. Running his nose along her jaw, he whispered, “I’ve missed you, Lacey.”
She took in another jagged breath and nodded. “I’ve missed you.”
“Good, I like that, a lot,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her jaw. “Do you still think of me?”
When the doors opened, she turned her face into his, her lips grazing the spot by his mouth before she said, “I do.”
Turning in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “And you?”
He closed his eyes, his nose moving along hers as his mouth gently touched hers. There wasn’t a time when he didn’t think about her. She was constantly in his mind and his heart. Thinking that was a pretty heavy answer, he said, “Yeah, a lot.”
Her eyes glazed over, and he could feel her heart vibrating her body. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her below her butt and picked her up, pressing his lips to hers as her arms tightened around his neck. Carrying her out of the elevator, he paused since he didn’t know where to go.
Against his will, he pulled back and asked, “Which way to your bed, baby?”
She jerked a thumb to the left, her breath coming out fast and hot against his lips. “That way. Hurry.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
As he carried her down the hall, she moved her lips along his and then his jaw, driving him completely insane. When they came slamming into a door, he prayed it was hers and she pulled away, grinning. She handed him her card, and he took it and opened the door before throwing the card on the entry floor and slamming the door shut by pressing her against it. Meeting her gaze, he saw her lips curve into another little sneaky grin as she slid to her feet, and he knew there was no coming back from this.
Unbuttoning his jacket, she pushed it down his shoulders before it fell to the ground. He then undid her scarf, his eyes never leaving hers as he undressed her so slowly it was agonizing, but he didn’t want to ever forget this moment.
The moment he had her again.
Opening her jacket, he pushed it down her arms and then to the side before going for the hem of her shirt, but her hands stopped him. “I don’t look the same as I did.”
His eyes met her worried gaze, and he shook his head. “You’re beautiful, Lacey. You’ll always be so fucking beautiful to me.”
Kissing her nose, he reached for the hem again and lifted it up and over her head. Setting his gaze on where her breasts were supposed to be, he was surprised to find that she did have breasts there and was supersurprised when he saw through her lace bra that her chest was covered with big black and white flowers. Biting his lip, he reached around her, unhooking her bra, and when the cups fell away and he could see the pure beauty of her, he almost fell to his knees to worship her. Dropping his mouth to the spot between her breasts, he pressed a soft kiss there before inhaling deeply, his eyes drifting shut.
“My God, Lacey, you’re going to kill me,” he whispered against her.
Her fingers came up into his hair, massaging his scalp as he pressed another kiss to the same spot. Looking up at her, he asked, “Can you feel me here?”
She nodded, and he could see the tears in her eyes. “Not the actual nipple, but around my chest, yes. I don’t get anything out of them though. They are really for show.”
Moving his lips up her neck, he kissed her jaw before pressing his nose against hers. Looking deep into her eyes, he said in a deep, throaty way, “Then I’ll go to the place that I know you’ll get something out of.”
Her eyes darkened in color as he trailed his lips back down her chin, her neck, the spot between her breasts, her belly button, then her hips before he slowly inched her black skirt down her legs, bringing her lace thong along with it.
“Step out, baby,” he said when he reached her ankles. She did as he asked, beautifully bare in only a pair of expensive black heels. Kissing the inside of her right knee, he made his way up, kissing and licking every inch of her delectable thighs. When he reached her center and could see her arousal glistening on her beautiful pussy, he bit down hard on his lip to keep in the groan that threatened to escape. Holding on to her hips, he heard her take in a breath, but that’s all he could hear before his heart was beating loudly in his ears.
As his thumb pressed into her hips, he traced his tongue along her bare lips, lapping up her sweetness and unable to form a coherent thought. Opening her up, he moved his tongue inside her as she arched against the door, her fingers tangling in his hair. When his tongue found her clit, her hands squeezed, pulling his hair as she cried out.
“Oh, Karson.”
“That’s right, baby. Don’t hold it in,” he said roughly against her wanton pussy.
Dipping his tongue back inside her, he was ruthless with his assault. Moving his tongue quickly against her bundle of nerves, he moved two fingers inside her and slowly fucked her with his fingers as he swirled his tongue around her taut nub. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pressed the base of his tongue against her as he pounded his fingers inside of her, unable to go slow. He needed her to come; he needed to be deep inside her.
It didn’t take long. Soon she writhed against him, crying out his name as her body seized up and she came long and hard, squeezing his fingers with her sinful body.
Curling his fingers deep inside her, Karson kissed around her pussy, the inside of her thighs, her lips, before running his tongue slowly along the outside of her, making her squirm under his tongue. Looking up, he met her gaze as his mouth curved into a grin while she fought for breath, her chest rising and falling with each passing second. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them into his mouth, sucking them dry of her sweetness as he stood, his cock pressing painfully into the fly of his jeans.
He placed his hands on either side of her head, looking down into her flushed face as he fought for his own breath. Man, she was stunning. Her breasts, still a beautiful masterpiece but also a beautiful tribute to her fight against cancer, rose and fell with each breath she drew in. Her body was rosy, sweat making her skin shiny as her eyes sat hooded and so intoxicating. When her hands came out, taking him by the front of his jeans, he took in a sharp breath. Pulling him to her, she kissed him long and hard as her fingers made fast work of unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down as far as she could.
Leaning back, he pushed them down and toed out of his shoes before chucking them both to the side as his cock sprang up between them. As she ran her fingers down the velvet smoothness of him, his eyes drifted closed. There wasn’t a night that passed that he didn’t imagine her doing just this. Touching him, driving him wild with only her touch. Opening his eyes, he met her lust-filled gaze and pulled her against him, his cock pressing hard into her belly as he crashed his mouth against hers.
Backing away from the door, his hands slid down her back to her ass, squeezing her softly as he continued to kiss the hell out of her. He wanted her in the bed. He wanted to sink into her and get lost, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing her. When her hands started stroking him as they kissed, he worried he wouldn’t make it, so he pulled away and looked around, despite her protests.
“I need a bed,” he groaned as her thumb swirled around the tip of his cock, his precome wetting her thumb.
“You’re in luck; I have one.”
His gaze met hers and he smiled. Man, he still loved her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her, melting against her lips. This time she pulled away and took his hand, leading him through the living room and down a hall. He walked behind her, drinking in the sight of her sweet, heart-shaped ass as it swayed side to side, causing his body to catch on fire. When she threw open her door and a huge bed came into view, he thanked the heavens above before wrapping his arms around her waist, walking the rest of the way as one.
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