Back in Black by Lori Foster Page B

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    Small talk required more patience than he had left. Leading with the light, he again took her hand and started down the hall for his bedroom.
    With her heels clicking on his hardwood floors, Gillian laughed behind him. “My, my, Drew, you really are in a rush, aren’t you?”
    “I’m sporting mahogany here. Of course I’m in a rush.” In a laughing, throaty purr, she murmured, “I’m flattered.”
    Finally in his bedroom, Drew set the flashlight on the nightstand like a lamp and turned to her.
    Already she had shrugged out of her wrap, stepped out of her shoes, and untied the scarf from around her neck. Knowing he’d marked her left him burning with deep satisfaction.
    When she caught him watching her, her hands paused on the fastenings to her skirt. “Well, don’t just stand there,” she playfully ordered. “Clothes off .”
    God help him. “Yes, ma’am.” Keeping his attention glued to her, Drew stripped off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt.

CHAPTER 6
    G ILLIAN made a neat little pile of her clothes, folding each piece and placing it on a chair. When she stood in only her skirt and a pale, lacy bra, Drew couldn’t help but stare. The bra, despite the underwire, didn’t seem adequate to hold her bountiful breasts.
    Gillian didn’t mind.
    Smiling, she reached up under her skirt and rolled down the panty hose. Thick shadows enhanced everything.
    Outside, the storm raged, with rain battering the windows and the wind howling in fury. Every few seconds, lightning flashed with a blinding, strobe effect.
    Knowing that he watched her every move with rapt attention, Gillian shimmied out of the skirt with a provocative lack of haste. His hands curled into fists, his cock strained behind his fly.
    Gillian’s panties were made of the same lace and matched her bra. She looked so incredible, Drew knew he wouldn’t last.
    “Come here.” He sounded harsher than he meant to, but never had he wanted a woman like this.
    He took two steps to meet her halfway and, with his hands moving everywhere at once, ravaged her tender mouth. Her skin was damp from the rain, warm and soft. When he slid his hands into her panties, palming her cheeks, squeezing, Gillian bit his bottom lip.
    “You have some catching up to do.”
    He felt her busy fingers at his waistband and groaned. Pushing her hands aside, he shed the rest of his clothes in record time. Gillian tried to touch him, but Drew wanted her naked, too. Right now. He cupped her breasts once, just because he had to, and then unhooked the front clasp between the cups. The bra opened and Gillian shrugged the straps off her shoulders until they dropped down her arms.
    Sucking in a shuddering breath, Drew again slid his hands into her panties, this time to push them down her thighs. When they fell to her feet, she stepped free—and finally they were both naked.
    His hands shook as he covered her breasts, felt her stiffened nipples and her galloping heartbeat. It thrilled him that she was every bit as carried away as him.
    “So fucking sexy . . .” Bending, he took one nipple into his mouth.
    On a sharp inhalation, she dug her fingertips into his shoulders. Hefting her in his palms, Drew used his teeth to nip her carefully and felt her tremble. He circled with his tongue, flicked, and when she pressed him closer, he sucked at her like a starving man.
    Her long, shuddering groan rewarded him, tightening everything inside him, making him throb.
    With his other hand he smoothed along her waist, over her hip, and then to her belly.
    “Drew . . .” She said his name as a soft moan of eagerness.
    He switched to her other breast, and just as he sucked that nipple into the heat of his mouth, he palmed her sex.
    Her fingers contracted on his shoulders, digging hard into his muscles.
    Slowly, so slowly that it tormented them both, he used his fingertips to explore her, open her. Hot. Damp. He teased along her inner lips until they parted—and pushed one finger in