Picture Perfect by Alessandra Thomas

lifted the blanket and looked down, mostly so I could watch his shoulders flex while his hands gripped my skin. I wasn’t worried about his fingers digging into my fat anymore. I barely even noticed, because I was so focused on wanting more of his body against more of mine. And the way his palms pressed against me, like my curves were only helping him grab onto me, move me where he wanted me to go—I could have written my own ass a love letter right then and there.
    Nate’s tongue and lips were intoxicating, but when he squeezed my hip and let his teeth graze across the skin there, I almost lost it. I arched my back again and moaned.
    He looked up at me, eyebrows raised. Asking permission.
    “Don’t stop,” I gasped. He returned his lips to my body, moving down my leg.
    “I have to tell you,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. “Since the moment I watched your shirt come off in that class, I’ve only been able to think of one thing.” He kissed all the way down to my knee. “How absolutely delicious you looked. How gorgeous your skin was.” His hand caressed my calf, brushing against the sole of my foot, and a shiver ran through me. He leaned forward, pressing one hand into the bed next to my head. He kissed me again, fully, his tongue dipping between my teeth for the briefest moment, then broke away. “How badly I wanted to taste you.”
    I drew my leg up so that my foot was flat on the mattress. His hand played against the scar at the front of my shin, and I made a face. “I hate that thing.”
    He sat up, stroked the back of my calf, and lifted my leg to his mouth, kissing it gently. “Stop that. It’s one of my favorite things. It shows me how strong you are.” His hand brushed up along the outside of my thigh. “And I know it’s responsible for this gorgeous body of yours.”
    Which I also hated. Until Nate looked at it and worshiped it like it was an actual masterpiece. Until he showed me how strong I could be. Now it didn’t seem so bad, not at all.
    He lowered himself down over me again, kissing me and smiling. “I didn’t think you’d let me kiss you this much.” His hand gripped my waist again, and the only sound I could get out was “Mmmm.”
    He moved lower again, his fingers playing a slow piano tune down my stomach, over my hips, and then between my legs.
    The sensation of those fingers moving over my most sensitive area shot through me, forcing my head back, exposing my neck to his nibbles and licks. He didn’t have to ask, but he did.
    “Okay?”
    It was the definition of okay. Unfortunately, I didn’t have one syllable of all the words I needed, so I just gasped and nodded, and then he lowered down again. My legs fell to the sides, looking long and strong and actually kind of pretty. His hands reached under my ass and his lips showered soft, worshipful attention on the very spot that ached for it most. Finally, his tongue pushed inside me, and the incredible warmth and restlessness and need of it all was almost too much to bear, until suddenly it was too much to bear, and the orgasm ripped through my body in hot, lingering waves.
    I laid back, gasping. “God, Nate.”
    He settled back down beside me, kissing my cheekbones, the angle of my jaw, the skin behind my ear. He pressed his lips up against it and his hot breath swirled through my hair. “Mission accomplished. I thought it would take me way longer than that.”
    I turned and lazily kissed his forehead. “To what? Taste me?” I couldn’t believe the words were coming out of my mouth. I’d never talked about my own body explicitly—never even thought about it that way. Even with Jake. Especially with Jake.
    “To let me kiss you everywhere.” He winked, and the slightest hint of a dimple flashed in his cheek.
    I thought I would die. “Oh, I’m sure there are more places you could kiss me. And I’ll let you, next time. But right now, there is something I want.”
    My fingers pushed