Hot Licks by Jennifer Dellerman Page A

with an expert flick of his wrist. Her brain had given up the fight and now seemed dazed, soaking up all the heady sensations. That clever hand on her back smoothed over her skin, around her ribcage and up to cup her breast. She sucked in a gasp when his thumb brushed her pebbled nipple, only to have his mouth back on hers, his tongue diving in to take her verbal pleasure into his mouth. Their tongues swirled and danced as their hips rubbed and rocked, masculine hardness against feminine softness.
    She forget where she was, forget why she shouldn’t be doing this with this man. And she damn near forgot her name when he drew his lips away from hers, only to place them on her exposed breast.
    “Ankh.” The strangled sound emerged from her lips in soft shock as fire flooded her veins. He suckled her breast in heavy draws, then flicked his tongue over the hard bud.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He ground out, the words almost too thick to understand.
    With her head thrown back, eyes closed, she abandoned all reasoning and simply felt. She wiggled her hips to the left, angling the hard press of his fly to where she needed it the most. That yearning ache began to swell inside her, tension mounting with each draw of his greedy mouth. Another minute of this and she’d probably come.
    His teeth closed over her sensitive nipple.
    Correction. A few more seconds.
    A loud metallic scrapping reached her ears, and, opening her eyes, more in dizzy reflection than anything else, she screamed when a large object thumped against one of the windows in the ceiling and tumbled over another one.
    Jumping apart as if electrocuted, Rome and Gwen watched the unidentified object roll over another window before sliding off the edge of the roof.
    “What the hell?” Rome raced over to look out a side window. Apparently unable to see a thing, he slid both the window and screen aside and peered out.
    “Ohmigod!” Gwen yipped at the sight of him sticking his head out into the large gap, four stories up from the hard, unrelenting ground below. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m trying to figure out what the hell fell.” He speared her with a confused glance when she wrapped her hands over the waist of his jeans, her fingers tangled in the belt loops. Then his lips edged up at the corners. She didn’t see what was so amusing about falling fifty feet.
    “It’s okay, bella . There’s a widow’s walk out here. I’m not about to fall to my death. Not after that kiss. There’s too much to live for.”
    At his wicked wink, and from the location his eyes rested, she glanced down to see her breasts peeking from under her pushed up bra and tank. With a sound of disgust, she let go of him, stepped back and hastily straightened her clothes.
    Just in time too, as it turned out. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs and a male voice called, “Rome?
    What the hell are you doing up here and what’s making that god-awful noise?”
    With one sharp quizzical look at Gwen, Andreas marched over to his son. “What’s going on?”
    Gwen could feel her cheeks heat, which spread as another set of footsteps, lighter, approached.
    Just perfect.
    Hoping that neither parent would realize what almost happened just over their heads, Gwen edged farther away from the window.
    “Are you okay?” Melinda asked as she came into view, her face creased into lines of worry, which only made Gwen more miserable.
    Gwen cleared her throat and pointed to the where the men didn’t have enough sense to get their heads out of the rain. “Something fell from the roof.”
    “What?” Melinda moved next to her husband, who immediately held an arm out to bar her from getting too close to the open window. “What was it?”
    “Looked like the satellite dish to me,” Rome said when he straightened. “But we’ll have to go down and see for sure.”After a moment of silence where they all contemplated that, Melinda turned to her husband, and in the most deadpanned of voices,