Chapter 9: Don't
Riddick had ordered the lights off and stripped down to his boxers almost hesitantly.
Cara had already climbed into bed and nestled herself under the covers and had a pillow comfortably scrunched under her head.
Riddick stood in awe.
She was so god damned beautiful. The Archangel. His angel.
She opened her eyes and looked at him through half closed eyes. "I thought you said you couldn't sleep standing up."
He smiled and went to the other side of the bed and climbed in.
She immediately buried herself in his arms. Her cool skin was like velvet against his hard abs and he wished that half shirt wasn't in his way.
He rubbed his cheek against her own and tried to engulf himself in her. He nuzzled her neck and planted light kisses along her jawline, the whole while his strong hands were caressing her arms, back, hips.
She wasn't sure she could take it.
"God girl…" he whispered.
"Shut up."
He looked at her, "Wha…"
"Just shut up." She cut him off as she took a page from his playbill and started rubbing her cheek against his own. She kissed his cheek and smiled when he answered with a growl.
He had went back to kissing the juncture of her shoulder and neck, leaving little wet spots behind where her would let his tongue graze her skin.
His hands were firmly planted on her flat stomach, his thumbs making slow small circles.
"Go ahead."
He stopped. "What?"
"Go ahead. I know you wanna take it off." She smiled.
He just stared into her eyes as he slowly slid both his hands under her shirt, over her breasts and straining nipples and slid the shirt off of her.
He cupped her face in his hands as he kissed her.
"I love you." He whispered, as he let one hand slowly travel back down to cup her breast in his large hand.
She moaned, broke the kiss and dropped her head to rub her forehead against his lips, causing him to place a kiss there.
"Tell me if you want me to stop baby."
"Don't ever stop." She whispered.