make me feel when you touch me. I’ve failed to talk myself out of it. But not from a lack of effort.”
“You’ve got that part right.” He shuddered as she stroked his chin again, drawing a harsh breath as she gave in to the temptation to touch him.
“You should tell me to leave.” His mouth landed on top of hers before she took a single breath. Her brain refused to continue to dwell on reasons or rules. The scent of his skin was intoxicating, taunting her with just how good it felt to be bare against his body. She reached for his shoulders as she touched his tongue with her own.
A hard male groan shook his chest and it fed her budding confidence. Lifting up on her toes, she sent her tongue along his in a long stroke making delight race down her spine. The arm clamping her to his body shifted and his hand smoothed down past her waist to her bottom. He cupped one cheek through her petticoat and skirt. A little gasp from her broke their kiss while the front of her sex throbbed with demand. It was thick and hot this time, leaving no room for contemplation. Like a starving woman, she pressed her mouth back against his to renew their kiss.
But his kiss was no longer enough. She needed to feel him, like he had stroked her last night. Her hands slid down his chest and lingered when her fingers found his male nipples. She’d seen them, but never touched them. Rubbing them, she felt his chest shudder as a deep sound of appreciation rose from his mouth.
“Go on, honey, touch me.”
His voice was husky. Daring her to follow where her hunger dictated. She was drunk on confidence. Unwilling to continue on as head of the household while clinging to girlish ignorance. If she shouldered the load, she wanted to sample the darker pleasures that went along with being an adult.
“Unbutton my shirt.” Her fingers stilled on his nipples as her eyes flickered between his button and his face. Sloan gently squeezed her bottom as he watched her decide what to do with his demand. She was a live coal in his grip, but he was enjoying the heat too much to care about the burns it would leave behind. All his well-thought-out reasons didn’t make much of a barrier against the pure enjoyment of having her against his body. His cock was hard with need as he caught the delicate scent of her arousal. It rose from her thighs as she unwittingly pressed her hips towards him.
“All right.”
The tip of her tongue slid over on her lower lip before she moved her hands to the center button on his shirt. She pushed it through its hole and found the next one. Anticipation tightened his gut as she opened all the buttons above his waist before stroking his chest through his open shirt. Her touch sent bolts of pure fire across every muscle his body contained. It raced down to his cock where it transformed into blinding need.
But he couldn’t rush towards that final moment of penetration because he was a slave to the slow exploration of her fingers as she pushed his shirt open to expose his nipples. Her eyes fastened on them as she teased each tip, sending pleasure rippling through him. It was a torture he’d only dreamed of enduring. Even if it killed him, he was going to die a happy man waiting on her whim.
Her mouth went dry as she stroked his chest. His crisp male body hair felt so good between her fingers. She slid her hand all the way up to his nipples and back down to his waistband as she absorbed the pure delight of how different they were. Male and female were opposites, but somehow their bodies combined into a stunning concoction of delight and sensation. She brushed his waistband as indecision filled her. Raising her head, she found his obsidian eyes watching her.
“I think it’s your turn.”
A small smile lifted his mouth, taking the hard edge off his expression. The fingers clasping her bottom smoothed over her buttock cheek in a soft circle before the hand in her hair released the brown strands.
“You sure about that?”
He
“You’ve got that part right.” He shuddered as she stroked his chin again, drawing a harsh breath as she gave in to the temptation to touch him.
“You should tell me to leave.” His mouth landed on top of hers before she took a single breath. Her brain refused to continue to dwell on reasons or rules. The scent of his skin was intoxicating, taunting her with just how good it felt to be bare against his body. She reached for his shoulders as she touched his tongue with her own.
A hard male groan shook his chest and it fed her budding confidence. Lifting up on her toes, she sent her tongue along his in a long stroke making delight race down her spine. The arm clamping her to his body shifted and his hand smoothed down past her waist to her bottom. He cupped one cheek through her petticoat and skirt. A little gasp from her broke their kiss while the front of her sex throbbed with demand. It was thick and hot this time, leaving no room for contemplation. Like a starving woman, she pressed her mouth back against his to renew their kiss.
But his kiss was no longer enough. She needed to feel him, like he had stroked her last night. Her hands slid down his chest and lingered when her fingers found his male nipples. She’d seen them, but never touched them. Rubbing them, she felt his chest shudder as a deep sound of appreciation rose from his mouth.
“Go on, honey, touch me.”
His voice was husky. Daring her to follow where her hunger dictated. She was drunk on confidence. Unwilling to continue on as head of the household while clinging to girlish ignorance. If she shouldered the load, she wanted to sample the darker pleasures that went along with being an adult.
“Unbutton my shirt.” Her fingers stilled on his nipples as her eyes flickered between his button and his face. Sloan gently squeezed her bottom as he watched her decide what to do with his demand. She was a live coal in his grip, but he was enjoying the heat too much to care about the burns it would leave behind. All his well-thought-out reasons didn’t make much of a barrier against the pure enjoyment of having her against his body. His cock was hard with need as he caught the delicate scent of her arousal. It rose from her thighs as she unwittingly pressed her hips towards him.
“All right.”
The tip of her tongue slid over on her lower lip before she moved her hands to the center button on his shirt. She pushed it through its hole and found the next one. Anticipation tightened his gut as she opened all the buttons above his waist before stroking his chest through his open shirt. Her touch sent bolts of pure fire across every muscle his body contained. It raced down to his cock where it transformed into blinding need.
But he couldn’t rush towards that final moment of penetration because he was a slave to the slow exploration of her fingers as she pushed his shirt open to expose his nipples. Her eyes fastened on them as she teased each tip, sending pleasure rippling through him. It was a torture he’d only dreamed of enduring. Even if it killed him, he was going to die a happy man waiting on her whim.
Her mouth went dry as she stroked his chest. His crisp male body hair felt so good between her fingers. She slid her hand all the way up to his nipples and back down to his waistband as she absorbed the pure delight of how different they were. Male and female were opposites, but somehow their bodies combined into a stunning concoction of delight and sensation. She brushed his waistband as indecision filled her. Raising her head, she found his obsidian eyes watching her.
“I think it’s your turn.”
A small smile lifted his mouth, taking the hard edge off his expression. The fingers clasping her bottom smoothed over her buttock cheek in a soft circle before the hand in her hair released the brown strands.
“You sure about that?”
He
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