Full Exposure: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance by Tracy Wolff Page A

breasts.
    “When did you get that?” he asked.
    “Get what?”
    “The belly ring. I love it.”
    Serena sighed, leaned into him for support. “Sandra and I got them done on our sixteenth birthday. I’ve kept mine because—because it helps me remember how things used to be. It’s a connection between us—the only one that’s left.”
    “Oh,
bebe
,” he sighed. “You’ve had such a rough time of it.”
    She stiffened against him. “I don’t want your pity.”
    He pulled away, looked down at her. “Pity? I don’t pity you. I couldn’t. I admire you.”
    She snorted. “Yeah, right.”
    “I do. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”
    Serena shook her head, tried to turn away despite his hands clutching her shoulders. “I’ve been a basket case since you’ve met me.”
    “You’ve been in pain.” Lowering his forehead to hers, Kevin pulled her back into his arms. “There’s a huge difference.”
    “But—”
    “Sssh,
bebe
. Later. We’ll talk later.”
    He reached between them, used his thumbs to gently flick her nipples. Serenamoaned before she could stop herself. It felt so good, so incredibly good, to have Kevin’s sensitive artist’s hands on her body. To have him touch her in the most mundane and the most secret places.
    He continued to stroke her breasts and Serena arched into him, her lower body pressing suddenly against his erection. She felt him stiffen, heard the sudden increase in his breathing and smiled. It was good to know that she affected him as crazily as he affected her.
    “Serena.” Kevin’s voice was husky, low and warning. Her scent was wrapping itself around him—a combination of his shampoo and her own spicy sweetness that was driving him out of his mind. He’d never been the possessive type, but something about Serena covered in his scent aroused him beyond bearing.
    “Hmmm?” she asked, allowing her own hands to slide sensuously up his back. She hooked her hands behind his neck and pressed tightly against him. She loved the feel of his chest against her nipples, his long, hard cock against her thighs. She tried to remember why she’d escaped to the shower, why this incredible pleasure had seemed like a bad idea. But as Kevin’s hands cupped her ass and lifted her flush against him, her ability to reason deserted her.
    “Inside,” she murmured, her hands slipping from his neck to cup his face as she fastened her lips to his. “I want you inside me. Now.”
    Kevin pulled away gently, his blue eyes gleaming devilishly as he eased her to the ground. “No.”
    “No?” Serena tried to focus on what he was saying, but his hands felt so good as they toyed with her nipples. He pinched them slightly between his thumb and index finger as he leaned down to blow a stream of hot air across the tight ruby buds. “What—what do you mean?” she asked, breathlessly, her knees threatening to collapse beneath her.
    He chuckled. “I mean no.” He rinsed the last of the soap from her aching body, turned her slightly. “We did it your way a little while ago. Now we do it my way.” He eased her down onto the shower bench directly across from the spray.
    Serena jerked as her overheated body sank onto the cool marble seat. She started to protest, but Kevin had sunk to his knees, spreading her legs and situating himselfbetween her thighs. “What are you doing?” she asked, watching as he slowly lifted her foot and pressed his mouth to the inside of her ankle.
    “Whatever I want,
cher
.” His tongue slid tenderly up the side of her foot until he reached her toes. He looked up, his intense blue eyes holding her own as he slowly slipped her toe into his mouth and began to suck.
    Serena’s eyes widened and she instinctively tried to pull her foot away. But he wrapped a hand around her ankle and held her heel firmly against his chest as he continued his tender ministrations. His tongue slowly stroked the bottom of her toe even as his mouth continued the intensely erotic