All The Way (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #1) by C.J. Berry Read Free Book Online Page A

could feel the heat of his body and it made my spine tingle again.
    “I’m glad you want to stay.” As soon as the words left his lips I could feel his hand cradling the back of my neck. His lips pressing into mine. I could have melted into the couch in an instant were it not for his body leaning over mine and his arms holding me. I ran my hands over his shoulders feeling how thick and solid they were. I dug my fingers into them trying to break through.
    I thought about this intimate moment and how familiar it felt. I realized that what we were doing was only the physical outpouring of what we had shared twice already before when he had prepared his special meals for me. I thought of that closeness which he shared with me and I wanted to return the feeling.
    I broke free of his lips. His eyes opened wide.
    “Are you ok?” He asked.
    I didn’t say anything. Instead I unbuttoned one of his sleeves and pulled it back up to his elbow. I ran my finger lightly along his forearm tracing and outlining the geometric shapes carved in ink on his skin. I wondered what their significance was. There is so much more to you than meets the eye.
    I turned his palm over in my hand. I traced the creases, the edges and the scars in his hand with my finger. I rubbed his palm with mine to feel each ridge, each experience, each meal he had prepared for others, each intimate moment shared. My soft hand glided smoothly over his. He shuddered and clinched his jaw in reaction. I pulled his hand up to my lips and kissed his wrist gently. I let my lips play their way up the inside of his forearm kissing each tattoo separately.
    “Damn, you are sexy.” He said.
    I looked up into his eyes as I kissed his arm. I could hear his breath deepen. I stopped. He felt tense, like a coiled snake ready to pounce.
    I stepped off the couch half knowing what to do next. He was mine now and it empowered me but I wasn’t used to having such power over men like Aiden. I was venturing into unknown territory and it was exciting. I knelt down in front of him. His eyes showed his surprise. Starting at his knees I gently, sensually, slowly inched my hands towards the bulge that was now forming just below his waist.
    He moaned. It was deep and animalistic. I became more turned on with each inch that I crept up his legs. I grasped his thick thighs now and pulled myself closer to him. I imagined what might happen if I were to go all the way. What surprises and wonders would Pandora’s Box hold for me?
    Aiden seemed to be in a hypnotic trance, simply watching this all take place. This hold I held on him was intoxicating. My own body seemed to be in its own trance. It no longer followed my commands. I watched as my hands crept closer and closer to his midsection.
    Finally, I saw my hands reach his belt. My heart fluttered. I was ready to see what lay hidden behind the trap door. To my surprise, taking the belt off was easy. I nearly looked like I had done this before. The hard part was getting the jeans open. My thumbs and fingers had decided without me that they were going to choose this moment to stop working. I fiddled and fumbled with the top button. I strained with both hands, putting my entire upper body strength behind the effort, to free the button from its latch.
    Aiden, still in his hypnotic-like trance, didn’t seem to notice until my right hand slipped.
    Almost in slow-motion I saw my hand release its hold on the button of his jeans and go slamming into his now apparent erection. A barely audible thud proceeded the agonizing groan of Aiden as he clutched his crotch and fell off of the couch. The trance was now broken. He writhed in pain on the floor as I stood there, mouth agape, looking for the closest hole to hide in.
    “Get me some ice.” Aiden groaned.
    “Where?”
    “In the cupboard.”
    Right. The cupboard where he poured us drinks.
    I searched the mini fridge. There was ice but no bags. I looked around the room in a panic for something to hold the ice