Click (A Night Fire Novel Book 2) by TM Watkins Page A

closer, slowly stalking me as I backed into the cabinet. When he reached me he lifted something off the top of the cabinet, holding it in front of me.
    “Do I distract you or do you not want to go?”
    I looked at my blasted bikini. Damn it.
    “Distract.” I said quietly as I took them from him.
    He pulled me tight to his body, lowering to my ear. His breath was warm against the skin, the soft scent of mint trailed past me.
    “Am I distracting you now, Abigail?”
    I nodded and stifled the whimper, wishing he would put me out of my misery. Wishing I could put me out of misery. Austin moved us, sitting himself on the edge of the bed with me standing between his legs. He dumped the bikini onto the bed beside him and trailed his fingers up my legs, kissing my stomach through my nightdress. His fingers continued under the hem of my nightdress, reaching my underpants he pulled them down.
    Slowly the soft material slipped down my legs, achingly caressing the skin. His hand flattened against the backs of my legs, pushing them down. My head was becoming hazy with lust, desperate to move this forward faster than it was. His hand left my body reaching for the bottom half of my bikini. What the hell? My mind hissed. He looked up at me with a dirty, smug smile as he held them out for me to get into. Damn it! I held his shoulders as I stepped into them, his fingers lifted them all the way up. All without seeing a thing.
    Austin stood, there was barely any distance between us. His hands moved to my hips, his eyes never breaking contact with mine. The dress began to lift, folding into his hands. My heart was racing as the material scraped over my hips, slowly etching higher. I lifted my arms with a devious smile, Austin returned it just as the dress slipped over my breasts. As I closed my eyes and waited for the dress to pass them, I wondered if he would take the opportunity for a free peek.
    The material brushed over my face and I opened my eyes again, Austin was still staring at me. If he had looked, I wouldn't know. He hadn't been caught with lowered eyes or even a gaze that was returning to my eyes.
    The dress was tossed to the bed, I stood in a bikini bottom and nothing more. The smirk that was curled into his lips deepened as he held up the bikini top. I hadn't even seen him pick them up. His arms wrapped around me and did the sides up behind me, so close for a kiss but all he did was look at me. I went to adjust the material but he pulled my hand away, taking great delight in pulling it into place. He didn't look down, instead his fingers moved up over my ribs and over the curve of the underside of my breast. When he reached the material his fingers slipped under the edge. His nails were against my skin, tracing down the curve and putting the bikini into the right spot.
    With a sudden movement he turned me and let me fall onto the bed, standing at the edge of it in between my legs. I looked over him, he was in jeans and a shirt similar to when I fell over his bag at the beach. One knee went onto the bed, in between my legs, the other on the side of my leg. I gasped as he lowered to my stomach, his hair fell to my skin, tickling it as he kissed up the center of my torso. He kissed higher, pressing his lips against my ribs, so close to where his fingers had just been.
    Then he went down, my stomach sank as he kissed over it. His fingers pulled on the bikini bottom, pulling them down a fraction as his lips reached the base of my stomach. Please don't stop my mind begged. I tried to vocalize the request by all it came out as was a breathy moan. His lips continued to the side, pressing against my hip bone. I wanted to protest when his fingers let go of the material and traced over my body to my legs. He pulled them wide and settled himself against me, causing a whole world of grief for me. His body was heavy on mine, his hips dug deep against me ensuring I knew how much he wanted me. I gasped as he kissed over my neck and pressed