Chapter 14

Richie's lips turned upward into the biggest smile, his dimples showing that he was clearly satisfied. "No it doesn't," His hand slid slowly up her back to the clasp of her bra. "This just has to go.” He flicked the hooks apart and watched with a smile as the straps fell over her shoulders and lower, revealing her to his view. "Now I approve."

She shivered as his big hands slid up to cup each breast, and when his head tilted, his lips coasting close to her nipples a soft whimper broke free. "Glad you approve," she gasped as his tongue flicked over her skin, "Cuz I sure as shit ain't no LA Barbie doll."

"No you ain't darlin , definitely not," Richie growled against her skin, his tongue licking lightly along the vee of her breasts. "What you say we take this to the bedroom? "

A slight frown flickered onto her lips. She didn't wanna get up, the growing bulge was becoming interesting. She wiggled slightly, and wondered when her voice had lost the ability to be anything other than breathless. Hell at this point she wasn't sure she could stand up and walk without falling. She was turning to jello and all he'd done was kiss her. "Not sure I could make it there without mishap."

"That's ok darlin, I can carry you." Richie stood up, his arm carefully wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against him as he aimed towards the bedroom. "This one right? Hate to be in the wrong room when your friends come back -- if they come back." He kept the words teasing, more to keep her relaxed than anything.

"So sure of your posse's abilities huh?" She glanced back to see him headin to the door she'd hidden behind previously. "We never got around to choosing rooms, but I'm sure a closed door MIGHT keep them out. Hell if I'm sure though."

"Good otherwise they might get an eyeful." He kicked the door shut with a wink, carried her to the bed and dropped her lightly onto the mattress. "Although if memory serves the both of them have expressed interest."

She propped up on her elbows, her eyes tracking down along his body. "Yeah well they can go hang at seeing anything, or getting a chance. They have their own to play with."She paused a moment as the possessive gene reared its head. Man, already? Grinning she reached up to brush over the smattering of fur on his tummy. "So tell me, are the stories true?"

He arched an eyebrow. I knew it, the size thing again. He couldn’t restrain the chuckle however.

"What stories are those darlin?" He leaned in, his nose buzzing over the delicate arch of her brow.

She shook her head and couldn't stop the laugh. "I can tell THOSE stories are true, hell I was just on your lap for God sakes. I meant the ones about you being color blind." Her brows waggled as she slid up towards the pillows, bracing her back against the satiny softness of the feathers.

"Oh, see the gutter as you call is catching, but to answer your question, yes I am."

She reached up and grabbed his waist pulling him down and closer. "Remind me to quiz you on that, always has fascinated me."

"Noted." Richie leaned in and kissed her a bit more passionately than before. God she tastes so good. She tasted of coffee and the hint of wine, along with something darker and all too alluring. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips. He wanted inside, for his tongue to play with hers. He wanted a deeper taste.

Her lips parted as she felt his body slowly settle on top of her. God he was just the right type of heavy on top of her, and hot, he was so hot. Her hands slid up over his arms to his shoulders as she wiggled up against him, and when he answered with a slight grinding of his own, she whimpered.

Good God this woman is hot he thought as he nippled from lips down along her collar bone. His hands continued their gentle assault of her breasts, he was sure they'd been made just for his hands. Definitely nothing fake about these. He couldn't resist the need to nibble, then finally suckle on her nipples in turn, never ignoring one for the other. Been so long since i've felt the realness of a woman who hasn't had the benefit of a surgical knife or two. I think I like it.

The fire started curling deep in her gut as his lips settled on one breast while one of his hands kneaded the other. She felt her back arch from the bed. Her hands twisted into his hair as she pulled his head up, her gaze meeting his, and as she watched the sparkling brown of his eyes went darker, blacker, the smile on his face turning into a wicked smirk that had her toes curling.

"So Bri is this what you imagined when you wrote about me?" Richie teased with words as he licked the pink perky nipple.

She shivered as she felt his teeth nipping along the soft underside of her breast then managed to huff, "it's a start..."

"Good because darlin ' I plan on showing you what you have dreamed of." He growled in her ear before sliding down to nip at her stomach while his hand slid down to slowly slide her zipper down, his fingers delving under the tight denim to press downwardly on what seemed to be a minute scrap of lace.

Bri felt her heart stop as his hand slid into her jeans. "Not fair."

Richie glanced up, his smirk in full force. "Who says I play fair?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the gleam of his eye. She should have known that, she'd written how mischievous he could be, but to experience it? And when his knuckle pressed harder into her center all she could do was gasp, "Ok don't be fair."

"I won't, lift your hips baby, " Richie ordered as he tugged on her jeans sliding them over what seemed to be miles of leg; before tossing them to the floor "Much better. Now I can really play."