Lust on the Rocks by Dianne Venetta Page A

urgency.  He pulled her head back and covered her mouth with his, separated her lips and eased his tongue inside.  Surprised by the sudden move, she pressed into him and held on to his shoulders as he made several deep thrusts, then followed with a run of his tongue along her neck.
    Sliding her arms around his waist, she pushed her hips into his, savoring the desire churning between them, the intense burn between her thighs as he nipped at her throat, her collarbone, then brushed aside the thin strap of her tank for better access.
    No bra, Sam gave a grunt of pleasure as her nipples hardened to peaks.  She granted him full admission to go where he wanted, when he wanted, and then she would do the same.  She would have her way with him.  Give in to the yearnings office propriety had forced her to bury and do so all night long .  With Jess at her brother’s this evening, they’d have the place all to themselves.
    Vic cupped her face and kissed her.  The move was brief, yet tender, and he lingered over her lips.  Through hooded eyes, he stared at her.  “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
    On solid footing now, she grew more brazen.  “If the size of that friend of yours is any indication,” she challenged with a grin, “then I think I have some idea.”
    “That’s Max.”  His smile turned wicked.  “I’ll introduce you to him later.”
    Sam burst with delight.  “Max?  Is that what you call it?”
    “Nice, strong name, don’t you think?”
    “I suppose...”  Amusement bubbled inside, but the fact that he seemed serious curbed the litany of comebacks catapulting through her mind and she paused to consider the idea.  “Well, I guess if he’s anything like Mad Max, the warrior...”
    He pecked her nose.  “My Max makes him look like a sissy.”
    “Then I am all yours, baby!”  Glad to be rid of her earlier jitters, Sam leaned into him.  She wanted another one of those damn near deadly kisses of his.
    Vic’s eyes gestured toward the glass doors.  “Don’t you want to close the blinds?”
    “What for?”  She glanced at them.  “The ocean is my neighbor.  Not a voyeur in sight.”
    Uncertainty gathered in his gaze.  “You sure your sister won’t be coming home tonight?”
    “Hundred percent.”
    Slightly unsettled, Vic pulled her hands into a lock by their sides.  “Let’s go in your room, just to be on the safe side.”
    She smiled at his shyness and thought it endearing.  Lifting up on her toes, she dotted his lips with a kiss.  “Whatever you want.”
    Sam led Vic by the hand into her bedroom where he spun her around and once again, plunged into a hot, hard, deep kiss.  His pressure increased, as did his tempo and Sam responded.  She molded herself to the contour of his body and grabbed the back of his head, urging him harder, deeper.
    Entangled in the embrace, they made their way to her bed.  Vic dropped to the edge, but she remained standing between his legs.  Moonlight filtered in through the large glass doors painting the room with a natural glow, and created a mood better than she could have contrived.  Add their walk on the beach and it felt “meant to be.”
    “I want to see you,” he murmured, his gaze hanging from the edge of hers.  “All of you.”
    Her lips curled into a smile. By all means . Snaking her hands around to the back of her waistband, she unzipped her white skirt and let it fall to the floor.
    Vic’s interest dropped with it, her tiny red panties garnering his undivided attention.  With a tentative hand, he caressed the lace trim, as though it were the first time he had ever seen anything like it.  Tingles spread instantly, clear back to her rear.
    “Warn Max it’s going to get turbulent,” she said, then slid her tongue across her bottom lip.  Hooking her thumbs under the straps of her stretch tank, she slowly pulled it down, aroused by the desire she saw pulsating in his eyes.
    It matched the throb between her