Guardian Angel by Leanne Banks Page B

against his thundering heart so she could feel his response.
    They used no words, but spoke eloquently with their eyes. He turned her gently until she was beneath him, then began a devastating assault on her mouth.
    After teasing the seam of her lips with his tongue, he took jabbing little thrusts into her willing mouth. The room spun and she clasped her fingers behind his head, joining in the dance, fusing their mouths to savor his darker flavor.
    Her breathing was ragged when he finally pulled away to unbutton her silky nightshirt. All her anxieties about her body rushed to the forefront until she remembered the time in her store. The time when he’d told her in exquisite detail what he’d like to do to her.
    As if he were recalling that also, he gave her a heart-stopping grin and flicked his thumb across the tip of one breast. She felt the jolt down to the pit of her stomach.
    â€œI dreamed you’d be like this,” Trace murmured, enjoying the play of his hands against her receptive nipples. “Soft. And hot.” He molded his large hands to her flesh, and stroked and tempted until her skin was flushed and she arched into him.
    He groaned at her instinctive sexual movements. If it weren’t for that scrap of lace covering her femininity, he’d be slaking himself in her velvet sheath that instant. The lure of her tested his self-control. But he wanted this to be right for her.
    Lowering his head to her small, high breasts, he kissed and tasted her, then sucked a rosy bud into his mouth. She whimpered and moved restlessly beneath him.
    â€œTrace,” she whispered, and clutched his shoulders as a hollow feeling settled low in her belly.
    He brought his mouth back to hers, this time with less finesse and more need. Moving his arousal against her yielding form, he gave her a tantalizing hint of what was to come.
    She grew more adventurous and slid her hands down his chest, past his flat belly to the edge of his briefs. He sucked in a deep breath when her hand lingered at the elastic barrier. Then, sensing his need, she pushed beneath and took him into her hand. She squeezed, then stroked with loving fingers.
    â€œOh, Lord, you’re incredible,” he rasped.
    She’d never been so bold before and had only imagined acting with such reckless abandon. With Trace’s response encouraging her, she pushed the briefs down his legs until he could kick them off. With his gaze consuming her, she urged him onto his back and took a journey down his body with her mouth and tongue. She tasted his neck, then kissed his nipples, nipped his belly, and nuzzled his thighs.
    Trace was half out of his mind with her. She’d ignored the part of him that swelled and ached for her, teasing him unbearably with the sweep of her hair as she made her way down to his feet.
    She kissed behind his ankle, his knee and thighs again and hovered over the essence of him. He gritted his teeth at the picture she made, tousled hair, dark hazy eyes, swollen lips. The beaded tips of her breasts pressed into his straining thighs.
    She looked at him for a moment, and it struck him that she was just as aroused as he.
    Talia stared into green eyes naked with desire and shivered. Then she lowered her head.
    And Trace went straight over the edge. She attended to him with kisses and caresses, running the tip of her tongue up the length of his throbbing shaft and robbing him of his very breath.
    His chest heaving with exertion, he dragged her up and fastened her mouth to his, then he removed the last barrier between them. When her hands began to wander again, he firmly circled her wrists.
    â€œJust one moment,” he said huskily. “Or it will all be over so fast your head will spin.”
    â€œMy head is spinning,” she said.
    He cursed, though it sounded more like a prayer, then he rolled her onto her back and returned measure for measure. Enticing her relentlessly with a tongue that ignited and hands that stoked