she fought the intensity of the kiss, but that’d be a shameless lie. Her arms encircled his waist, holding on for dear life as the firestorm consumed her. His tongue swept over hers, and then thrust deeper, coaxing a needy whimper from her throat. He cupped the back of her head, his other hand abandoning her cheek to seek out her breast. Devilish fingers squeezed and molded her flesh through the frustrating restriction of her tank top before slipping beneath the fabric.
His first brushing caress over her bare skin nearly made her knees buckle. And that was before his hand closed around her breast. Once that occurred she knew she was a goner. No force on earth would save her now. She needed his mouth on her. Everywhere. Now.
As if he’d read her mind, Dylan whisked her top over her head. Her excitement and the coolness of the AC instantly puckered her nipples beyond the point of bearable. He took advantage of their pebbled state and sucked one between his teeth, laving the distended tip with his tongue. Every wet, sensuous pass of that wicked appendage sent a corresponding ripple of need straight to her pussy. Well aware of the effect he was having on her, he cruised his hand to her mound and massaged her through her shorts, earning her whimper.
He tore his mouth from hers, his gaze dark and stormy. “Gotta taste you, Zoe. Before I fucking combust.”
“Then what the hell are ya waiting for?” she gasped in return. “Git to it.”
His laugh sending shivers skating across her skin, he pinned her to his chest and back-walked her to the built-in breakfast nook in the corner of the room. He hoisted her onto the table, his expression ravenous. She swerved her focus to the kitchen entry. “Push one of the chairs against the door.” A typical nap for Hunter usually meant he’d be sawing logs for a minimum of ninety minutes. They should be safe, but she wouldn’t risk their son waking up and wandering in to bust them in the act.
Dylan went to do her bidding and she quickly shimmied out of her shorts and panties. He turned back in her direction and wheezed out a breath. Self-conscious and acutely aware of the extra padding she’d accumulated since the last time he saw her naked, she hugged her chest. “W-what is it?”
“ Goddamn , you are beautiful. I know I said it before, but it bears repeatin’ at least a thousand more times.”
Happiness rushed through her, banishing her lingering insecurities. It wasn’t so much the words that did it—though Lord knows they were lovely to hear. No, it was the way Dylan looked at her. Like she truly was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She didn’t like to think of herself as a vain person. If anything, she tended to neglect her appearance, deeming makeup and such a pain in the rear end most days. But she wanted to be pretty in Dylan’s eyes. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that.
She held out her arms to him and he responded to the summons by crossing the room with a purposeful gleam igniting his gaze. Even the way he moved reminded her of a big jungle cat stalking its prey. Only she was the meal he planned on savoring.
Skin hot and prickly, she waited for him to pounce. Infinitely more graceful than that, he insinuated himself between her legs and combed his fingers through her hair before twisting the strands with one hand, forcing her neck to arch. The possessive dominance in the maneuver turned her insides to mush. Quivering, she bowed her back, desperately trying to press her lips to his. He teased her relentlessly, offering her the tiniest brush of his mouth. A slight graze of the tip of his tongue on hers. She begged him with her eyes, and he pulled her hair with a firmer grip, the sting shooting right to her core. His head dipped and he slid a kiss along her neck, his teeth scraping ever so lightly.
The sensory overload proved too much to take. Nails digging into his biceps, she shuddered and gasped, the inescapable orgasm spiraling through her in
His first brushing caress over her bare skin nearly made her knees buckle. And that was before his hand closed around her breast. Once that occurred she knew she was a goner. No force on earth would save her now. She needed his mouth on her. Everywhere. Now.
As if he’d read her mind, Dylan whisked her top over her head. Her excitement and the coolness of the AC instantly puckered her nipples beyond the point of bearable. He took advantage of their pebbled state and sucked one between his teeth, laving the distended tip with his tongue. Every wet, sensuous pass of that wicked appendage sent a corresponding ripple of need straight to her pussy. Well aware of the effect he was having on her, he cruised his hand to her mound and massaged her through her shorts, earning her whimper.
He tore his mouth from hers, his gaze dark and stormy. “Gotta taste you, Zoe. Before I fucking combust.”
“Then what the hell are ya waiting for?” she gasped in return. “Git to it.”
His laugh sending shivers skating across her skin, he pinned her to his chest and back-walked her to the built-in breakfast nook in the corner of the room. He hoisted her onto the table, his expression ravenous. She swerved her focus to the kitchen entry. “Push one of the chairs against the door.” A typical nap for Hunter usually meant he’d be sawing logs for a minimum of ninety minutes. They should be safe, but she wouldn’t risk their son waking up and wandering in to bust them in the act.
Dylan went to do her bidding and she quickly shimmied out of her shorts and panties. He turned back in her direction and wheezed out a breath. Self-conscious and acutely aware of the extra padding she’d accumulated since the last time he saw her naked, she hugged her chest. “W-what is it?”
“ Goddamn , you are beautiful. I know I said it before, but it bears repeatin’ at least a thousand more times.”
Happiness rushed through her, banishing her lingering insecurities. It wasn’t so much the words that did it—though Lord knows they were lovely to hear. No, it was the way Dylan looked at her. Like she truly was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She didn’t like to think of herself as a vain person. If anything, she tended to neglect her appearance, deeming makeup and such a pain in the rear end most days. But she wanted to be pretty in Dylan’s eyes. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that.
She held out her arms to him and he responded to the summons by crossing the room with a purposeful gleam igniting his gaze. Even the way he moved reminded her of a big jungle cat stalking its prey. Only she was the meal he planned on savoring.
Skin hot and prickly, she waited for him to pounce. Infinitely more graceful than that, he insinuated himself between her legs and combed his fingers through her hair before twisting the strands with one hand, forcing her neck to arch. The possessive dominance in the maneuver turned her insides to mush. Quivering, she bowed her back, desperately trying to press her lips to his. He teased her relentlessly, offering her the tiniest brush of his mouth. A slight graze of the tip of his tongue on hers. She begged him with her eyes, and he pulled her hair with a firmer grip, the sting shooting right to her core. His head dipped and he slid a kiss along her neck, his teeth scraping ever so lightly.
The sensory overload proved too much to take. Nails digging into his biceps, she shuddered and gasped, the inescapable orgasm spiraling through her in
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