Dark and Deadly 00 - Secrets Exposed by Lisa Renée Jones Page B

begging for it.
    He took both his index fingers and ran them in a barely-there touch along the lace framing her breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze on his fingers, or rather what they touched.
    Before she knew his intentions, he pulled the silk down and exposed her nipples. Sucking in a breath of air, she whimpered as his fingers pinched and teased. Her lashes fell shut, her head tilting backwards.
    And then his mouth was on one, warm as it suckled, sending waves of pleasure to her breasts and along her skin. Her hands moved into his hair, cupping his face. Without warning, Mark rolled her to her back, using his legs to part hers, and settling between them. His mouth was on her, his tongue hungrily sliding against hers, his body pressed into hers.
    Her leg slid over his, trying to pull him closer. For long minutes, she was lost in his kisses, his flavor, his touch . . . . but in some far recess of her mind she registered a knocking on the door. “Mark?” Lindsey murmured against his lips, only to find herself thoroughly kissed again.
    “Mark,” she whispered, his teeth nipping her bottom lip. “The door.”
    “They’ll leave,” he said, pushing his weight to his elbows, and staring down at her, and then making a low sound before kissing her again. She tried to keep a hold of reality, but his hand cupped her breast, and kneaded, pulling her back into the haze of their heat.
    But the doorbell rang, and then someone knocked. “Mark, you better get it.”
    Mark buried his head in her shoulder. “Damn it.”
    She ran her hand through his hair, urging him to look at her. When his eyes lifted to hers, she said, “I’m not going anywhere.”
    His eyes flashed with debate, and then he sighed and pushed to his feet, reaching for the buttons on his shirt as he walked towards the door.
    Lindsey sat up, trying to gather her thoughts. He tugged her bra back into place and put her shirt back on. As she moved to sit on the couch, she could hear Mark exchanging words with a man at the door. A few seconds, later he returned, eyes taking in her replaced clothing, as he sat the bags on the table.
    Mark reached for her hand, and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s finish what we started in the bedroom.” She let him pull her into his arms and kiss her, a slow exploration that promised so much more to come.
    Then he led her towards his room, and she followed. Anticipation burned inside, making her both eager for what was to come, and also nervous. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, and never before had it felt quite so exposing but yet liberating. Mark seemed as if he could make love to not only her body, but her mind.
    The bedroom was lit by the moon and stars shining through a full wall of ceiling-to-floor windows. The shadows in the room seemed to add to the intimacy as she looked towards the massive bed framed with four huge posts, and covered in mounds of blankets.
    Stopping beside it, Mark turned to her, his hands going to her waist. “I would love to have you laying naked right in the center of my bed.”
    Her brow lifted. “Would you, now?”
    He nodded. “Very much,” he said and lifted her so that she sat on the side of the bed, then nudged her legs apart, urging her back to the mattress. He leaned over her, palms pressed into the mattress. “What do you want, Lindsey?”
    Her voice was slight. His words had her warm with possibilities . . . “You naked with me,” she said, as her arms went around his neck. “Can I have my wish?”
    He kissed her then, his mouth closing over hers, hot and demanding. All she could think was more. She wanted more. It would never be enough. She tasted him with frenzied, burning need, her tongue sliding against his, savoring the flavor. His flavor. So male. So unique. So addictive.
    They shuffled, minds working within a shared desire, shifting farther onto the bed. His hands were all over her, moving up her blouse, flat on her bare skin. “Take this off,”