arbone, and to her shoulder, then walked
his fingers to the swel of her breasts, caressing her with
feather-light touches that made her gasp.
And then he lingered against her left breast, as if he were
feeling her heartbeat. Just a slow slide of his fingers, back
and forth. Maddening. And too damn slow. It was time to
speed this along. She wanted him inside her right now.
She grabbed his wrists and pul ed his hands down, then
reached for the clasp of her bra.
But he was faster than her. He pushed her hand away.
“That’s my job.”
“You’re too slow.”
“You in a hurry?”
She blew out a sigh. “Kind of, yes.”
“You have an appointment?”
He was laughing at her. Dammit. “No.”
“Then why rush this? We have al night.”
“Because. I want this. I want you. I want it now.”
He slid his arms around her waist and jerked her against
him. Her thighs pressed against his, her hip rubbed his
erection. She reached between them and palmed his cock,
measuring him, feeling the heat of him that permeated the
denim. When he hissed, she knew his control came at a great
cost. Somehow it made her feel better, like her frenzy wasn’t
as one-sided as she’d thought.
But he obviously had much greater control than she did at
the moment. And she’d always prided herself on her control.
But not tonight, and definitely not right now. She went for his
belt buckle, and once again he stopped her.
“Uh uh. Not time for that yet, honey. We need to relax you.”
Relax? Out of the question.
But then he distracted her by kissing her. God, could he
ever kiss. She couldn’t remember any man spending so much
time kissing her, and especial y not so thoroughly. He pul ed
her ponytail holder out and threaded his fingers through her
hair, held her head and plundered her lips with the intent of a
pirate searching for treasure.
His kisses mesmerized her, made her tingle al over, but
they didn’t relax her. If that was his intent then he failed
miserably. She heard the sound of her own blood rushing in
her ears, felt her heart beating erratical y against his chest,
and her legs trembled so much that if he hadn’t been holding
on to her she might have fal en. This—this was not relaxed.
Did he have any idea what his kisses did to her?
And when he pul ed his lips away from her mouth and
kissed his way down her neck, using his tongue to lick her
throat and nibble at that oh-so-tender spot on her shoulder,
goose bumps broke out on her skin. And she was anything but
cold. She was hot. On fire. Her nipples were hard, tight points
of tingling pleasure, just waiting for his touch, his mouth,
anything that would give them relief, because with every
movement they brushed against his shirt—his chest—only
torturing her more.
He stepped back and reached for the clasp on her bra,
unlatching it and baring her breasts. Cool air slid over her
nipples, but it was no relief from the heat blasting her body.
She held her breath, needing his touch right there. And when
he slid his hands over her breasts, his thumbs gliding over her
distended nipples, she couldn’t hold back the moan of
exquisite pleasure that escaped her lips. The rough contact of
his hard, cal oused skin against her soft nipples sent shocks
of sensation straight to her pussy. She arched her back for
more.
“Like that?”
“Yes.” Her response had come out as no more than a
whisper, a soft plea in the darkness. It was al she could voice.
Her throat was dry, raspy from panting.
He put an arm around her back and swept another under
her legs, lifting her, carrying her toward the bed. The room was
pitch-black, the drapes drawn so no moonlight or neon from
the Strip showed through. She didn’t know if she liked that
they couldn’t see each other, or if she’d prefer the soft light of
the room so she could see his face.
But this way, they had to rely on their other senses—on
sound, on feel, on scent to guide each
his fingers to the swel of her breasts, caressing her with
feather-light touches that made her gasp.
And then he lingered against her left breast, as if he were
feeling her heartbeat. Just a slow slide of his fingers, back
and forth. Maddening. And too damn slow. It was time to
speed this along. She wanted him inside her right now.
She grabbed his wrists and pul ed his hands down, then
reached for the clasp of her bra.
But he was faster than her. He pushed her hand away.
“That’s my job.”
“You’re too slow.”
“You in a hurry?”
She blew out a sigh. “Kind of, yes.”
“You have an appointment?”
He was laughing at her. Dammit. “No.”
“Then why rush this? We have al night.”
“Because. I want this. I want you. I want it now.”
He slid his arms around her waist and jerked her against
him. Her thighs pressed against his, her hip rubbed his
erection. She reached between them and palmed his cock,
measuring him, feeling the heat of him that permeated the
denim. When he hissed, she knew his control came at a great
cost. Somehow it made her feel better, like her frenzy wasn’t
as one-sided as she’d thought.
But he obviously had much greater control than she did at
the moment. And she’d always prided herself on her control.
But not tonight, and definitely not right now. She went for his
belt buckle, and once again he stopped her.
“Uh uh. Not time for that yet, honey. We need to relax you.”
Relax? Out of the question.
But then he distracted her by kissing her. God, could he
ever kiss. She couldn’t remember any man spending so much
time kissing her, and especial y not so thoroughly. He pul ed
her ponytail holder out and threaded his fingers through her
hair, held her head and plundered her lips with the intent of a
pirate searching for treasure.
His kisses mesmerized her, made her tingle al over, but
they didn’t relax her. If that was his intent then he failed
miserably. She heard the sound of her own blood rushing in
her ears, felt her heart beating erratical y against his chest,
and her legs trembled so much that if he hadn’t been holding
on to her she might have fal en. This—this was not relaxed.
Did he have any idea what his kisses did to her?
And when he pul ed his lips away from her mouth and
kissed his way down her neck, using his tongue to lick her
throat and nibble at that oh-so-tender spot on her shoulder,
goose bumps broke out on her skin. And she was anything but
cold. She was hot. On fire. Her nipples were hard, tight points
of tingling pleasure, just waiting for his touch, his mouth,
anything that would give them relief, because with every
movement they brushed against his shirt—his chest—only
torturing her more.
He stepped back and reached for the clasp on her bra,
unlatching it and baring her breasts. Cool air slid over her
nipples, but it was no relief from the heat blasting her body.
She held her breath, needing his touch right there. And when
he slid his hands over her breasts, his thumbs gliding over her
distended nipples, she couldn’t hold back the moan of
exquisite pleasure that escaped her lips. The rough contact of
his hard, cal oused skin against her soft nipples sent shocks
of sensation straight to her pussy. She arched her back for
more.
“Like that?”
“Yes.” Her response had come out as no more than a
whisper, a soft plea in the darkness. It was al she could voice.
Her throat was dry, raspy from panting.
He put an arm around her back and swept another under
her legs, lifting her, carrying her toward the bed. The room was
pitch-black, the drapes drawn so no moonlight or neon from
the Strip showed through. She didn’t know if she liked that
they couldn’t see each other, or if she’d prefer the soft light of
the room so she could see his face.
But this way, they had to rely on their other senses—on
sound, on feel, on scent to guide each
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