Carinian's Seeker by T. J. Michaels

closed over her swollen breasts and squeezed. No words came out of her mouth in response to his need, but her thoughts were unmistakably clear. She wanted him, but adamantly refused to have another one-night stand. But there was something deeper, so deep it made his heart ache as he empathized with her wild tangle of thoughts and emotions. On one hand, she could really get used to being touched like this. But then again, she had to hold a little bit of herself back, or at least try to. She couldn’t afford to lose herself in him, or anyone else.
    He wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but he was sure he’d been an idiot. While he was secure in what was developing between them, Carin didn’t have a clue they were connected in ways beyond her experience or understanding. Bix could have kicked himself for being so focused on work he hadn’t taken two minutes to call and just say hello.
    “Carin, I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to call you earlier this week.” No response, other than a barely perceivable stiffening of her spine. “Look up at me, baby.”
    The second she turned her head enough for him to see her smoky brown eyes, he took her mouth with a kiss so open and hot, it dwarfed the one he’d laid on her earlier at the front door.
    The woman was on fire and all he’d done was fondle her breasts and massage her neck. Well, he’d nibbled there a little bit, too. His blood pumped to the same cadence to which the muscles of her belly fluttered. Damn, the need to be naked rolled off her in waves, pushed at his mind and wrapped around him until he wanted to tear her clothes off and have at her right here in the kitchen.
    Bix smiled as her thoughts hit him square in the chest. She wanted to have at him first, eh? He could live with that. Steadying her on her feet, he eased away from her warm body. She turned around to face him, eyes ablaze with a longing almost as raw as his.
    He peeled his jeans down his long legs and kicked them off, then stood there and let her watch his dick bob underneath his black silk boxers. Her tongue flittered nervously across her top lip, then the bottom one. Knees gave way and she dropped to the floor, taking his boxers with her. Her gasp was audible as his rigid staff bounced up and tapped her on the chin.
    She looked up in amazement as the thing seemed to take on a life of its own. He didn’t blame her one bit. His cock had never been this hard. Engorged to the point of bursting, it bobbed and jerked, completely out of his control.
    Wanting nothing to impede her progress, Bix yanked his shirt off over his head and dropped it to the floor.
    His eyes closed on a sigh when her warm, wet tongue snaked out and flicked the tip of the sensitive skin. He shuddered at the contact. Damn, it felt beyond good. And was even better when he was abruptly surrounded by wet, mind-boggling suction. Oh God.
    Carin wrapped her whole mouth around the crown with no further preliminaries. The pleasure of her assault was so intense he had to lock his knees to keep them from buckling. Obviously finished sampling the wares, she put her back into it as she sucked and pulled at him hungrily. Her mouth sank down until he felt himself butt against the back of her throat. Pulling back, she pressed her tongue underneath and took him with her, then relaxed her jaw and slid back down again. Damn, she gorged on his cock like he was her favorite dessert, swallowing him eagerly until he couldn’t help but pump his hips as she moved her lips over his hardness.
    “Mmm, you taste so good.” Her thoughts slid over and surrounded his, caressing him, mind and body. “I think you’re now my favorite piece of candy.”
    Hell, if she kept this up, he would explode down her lovely throat.
    In the middle of a particularly long, loud moan, Carin pulled away. Bix’s eyes popped open. Her hands, once urgent and needy, now gently stroked his shaft and toyed delicately with his balls. What the hell? Damn it, he didn’t want soft