only gave him more view of her thighs. Keep talking, she thought. “What’s wrong with that?”
“OK, let’s do it your way. We won’t talk about my hands on your thigh. Let’s talk about your breasts.”
Jaymee squeezed her eyes tightly shut, refusing to look any longer into those laughing wolf eyes. That made things worse, since now his roving fingers were all she could feel.
Without her sight, she caught the change in the tone of his voice. “You have beautiful large nipples. Rosy pink, like seashells. I want to....” Jaymee started to tremble and covered her ears with her hands, trying to keep the sex voice out. She didn’t want to see. She didn’t want to hear. He wasn’t going to get to her. His muffled voice came through her cupped hands. “Al l right, we’ll change the subject.”
His hands paused and lifted from her body. Jaymee sighed with relief. Maybe he was done. Maybe...she shrieked as a hot, wet tongue traveled up where the hand was a moment ago. Her eyes flew open, her hands dropped from her ears, and she scooted high up her bed to escape. The hot, wet tongue followed, and the world suddenly exploded into shadows and sound. She kicked at him with her good leg, giving him the opening he wanted, and she found herself under siege as a slow invasion began.
She fought. How she fought. She tried to buck him off and found herself arching into his deepening kiss. She tried to push off with her one free leg and a strong hand held her down, easily gaining more access. The siege was gaining higher ground. She took tufts of his hair in her hands, but just as she was about to yank hard, he found her vulnerable bud. His tongue slid over it, going in lazy circles.
Jaymee forgot to breathe. She forgot about her hands holding his dark hair like reins. An incoming tide of desire overwhelmed everything else. There was, simply, no escape from his tongue. He kissed her intimately, sexually, giving her the same attention she had earlier envied her computer, seeking to get some answers from her as she arched toward helpless surrender.
The long drawn-out kiss from his magical tongue left her gasping his name now. She stood from some unknown height and was unwilling to make that jump. Mindlessly, she undulated against his mouth, desperately trying to tell him to stop. To hurry.
But Nick wasn’t in a hurry. He had all he wanted right there, a feast for his senses. All he could think of was the sweet taste of Jaymee Barrows and he wanted to keep on feasting. He felt her uncertainty, her fear of losing control, and he wanted to show her there was nothing to be afraid of. So he took her slowly, pulling her nearer to the edge without pushing her, savoring her with careful ardor. He finally tasted her increasing need, her urgent hands pulling his hair. She was ready.
Jaymee’s head moved from side to side as she edged closer and closer. She was in a dark, sensuous place, with only the feel of that tantalizing tongue guiding her intense longing for release. Each stroke, each lave, was pure dark magic, until...
His fingers. She’d forgotten about those long, elegant fingers.
And suddenly, it was his mouth and fingers. She whimpered when she felt them touching her, opening her. His mouth caught her throbbing desire and his fingers plunged in deep, and Jaymee fell down that cliff of unbearable pleasure, her body clenching and convulsing in a drenching climax, her hands playing with his hair.
She lay helpless, still climaxing, when he lifted his head and kissed his way up her body. With the towel long gone, his lips lingered softly against her belly, her breast, her neck, until he reached her mouth. He kissed her with the hungry need of a man who wanted a woman, a sexual twining of his tongue with hers, slanting his head one way, then another. She could taste herself on his lips, and she shivered when she felt him hard through his pants.
“Look at me.” His voice was ragged, husky. Jaymee’s breath caught at the
“OK, let’s do it your way. We won’t talk about my hands on your thigh. Let’s talk about your breasts.”
Jaymee squeezed her eyes tightly shut, refusing to look any longer into those laughing wolf eyes. That made things worse, since now his roving fingers were all she could feel.
Without her sight, she caught the change in the tone of his voice. “You have beautiful large nipples. Rosy pink, like seashells. I want to....” Jaymee started to tremble and covered her ears with her hands, trying to keep the sex voice out. She didn’t want to see. She didn’t want to hear. He wasn’t going to get to her. His muffled voice came through her cupped hands. “Al l right, we’ll change the subject.”
His hands paused and lifted from her body. Jaymee sighed with relief. Maybe he was done. Maybe...she shrieked as a hot, wet tongue traveled up where the hand was a moment ago. Her eyes flew open, her hands dropped from her ears, and she scooted high up her bed to escape. The hot, wet tongue followed, and the world suddenly exploded into shadows and sound. She kicked at him with her good leg, giving him the opening he wanted, and she found herself under siege as a slow invasion began.
She fought. How she fought. She tried to buck him off and found herself arching into his deepening kiss. She tried to push off with her one free leg and a strong hand held her down, easily gaining more access. The siege was gaining higher ground. She took tufts of his hair in her hands, but just as she was about to yank hard, he found her vulnerable bud. His tongue slid over it, going in lazy circles.
Jaymee forgot to breathe. She forgot about her hands holding his dark hair like reins. An incoming tide of desire overwhelmed everything else. There was, simply, no escape from his tongue. He kissed her intimately, sexually, giving her the same attention she had earlier envied her computer, seeking to get some answers from her as she arched toward helpless surrender.
The long drawn-out kiss from his magical tongue left her gasping his name now. She stood from some unknown height and was unwilling to make that jump. Mindlessly, she undulated against his mouth, desperately trying to tell him to stop. To hurry.
But Nick wasn’t in a hurry. He had all he wanted right there, a feast for his senses. All he could think of was the sweet taste of Jaymee Barrows and he wanted to keep on feasting. He felt her uncertainty, her fear of losing control, and he wanted to show her there was nothing to be afraid of. So he took her slowly, pulling her nearer to the edge without pushing her, savoring her with careful ardor. He finally tasted her increasing need, her urgent hands pulling his hair. She was ready.
Jaymee’s head moved from side to side as she edged closer and closer. She was in a dark, sensuous place, with only the feel of that tantalizing tongue guiding her intense longing for release. Each stroke, each lave, was pure dark magic, until...
His fingers. She’d forgotten about those long, elegant fingers.
And suddenly, it was his mouth and fingers. She whimpered when she felt them touching her, opening her. His mouth caught her throbbing desire and his fingers plunged in deep, and Jaymee fell down that cliff of unbearable pleasure, her body clenching and convulsing in a drenching climax, her hands playing with his hair.
She lay helpless, still climaxing, when he lifted his head and kissed his way up her body. With the towel long gone, his lips lingered softly against her belly, her breast, her neck, until he reached her mouth. He kissed her with the hungry need of a man who wanted a woman, a sexual twining of his tongue with hers, slanting his head one way, then another. She could taste herself on his lips, and she shivered when she felt him hard through his pants.
“Look at me.” His voice was ragged, husky. Jaymee’s breath caught at the
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