legs.
“Oh my...” Vic’s response was guttural as he reached up and stroked her breast, the touch transforming her skin into a tingling sheet of goose flesh. His gaze turned laser. “You’re not shy.”
She shook her head, slow and deliberate. “I’m not.”
Mesmerized, he moved his hand between her inner thighs, and skimmed the underside of the gauzy material. Sam felt a jolt of pleasure at his touch and whipped her top off, flinging it out of sight.
Withdrawing his hand, Vic glided his fingers over her flat abdomen, then up along the curve of her waist, leaving a path of painstaking want in its wake. “I like looking at you this way.”
“Do you, now...” she murmured, enjoying the moment immensely.
“I do,” he said, and as if to prove it, encircled her breasts with both hands, lightly, gently.
His touch woke every nerve ending in her body. Opening her mouth, she dipped her middle finger inside and gave it a long, slow suck. When she withdrew it, Sam slid it across his lips. The black of his eyes glittered as his mouth opened. She slipped her fingertip inside and indulged in the slick wetness of his mouth, his tongue as it swiped at her finger.
Sam’s heart pumped faster. It reminded her of another slick area currently out of his reach. Remaining above him, she began to unbutton his shirt. Vic watched her hands as they deftly made their way down. She pulled the material open, releasing a fresh drift of cologne. A sporty mix of citrus, it was on the fast track to becoming her favorite. As was he .
Looking up at her now, his soft smile worked in stark opposition to the hard edge of desire lining his eyes. Sam smiled back and it was all she could do to keep her movements slow and steady as she pushed the shirt over his shoulders, drawing her palms back to the front with a fluid caress. Imagining him slathered in oil, his pecs glistening beneath the sultry Miami sun, she skimmed short nails across the sinewy muscle of his chest. Sam smiled as the image hovered in her mind’s eye, reminding her of the vulnerability she saw in him after his ordeal with Selena. He had opened up to her that day, was opening even more to her now.
Vic remained immobile, but sharply tuned in. She traced a meaty rib to the ridges of his stomach continuing down to the edge of his pants, curiosity trailing her movements. She encircled his belly button, toying with the thin swatch of hair that dipped down and beyond.
Filled with more excitement than she had felt in years, Sam wondered how the rest of him would compare to the soft smooth skin of his torso, the hard steel of his muscle beneath.
“You are as fine as I imagined,” she said.
“Been thinking of me, have you?”
She tweaked his nipple.
“Ouch!”
“I have,” she said, and returned to caressing him at her leisure.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he said, his tone hungry.
“Oh, really?” Amused by the gleam in his eyes, Sam rested her hands atop his chest and leaned forward to give a nip to his lips and replied, “Promises, promises.”
Their playful camaraderie heightened her desire. Easygoing and sweet, Vic had an air of innocence about him. Not that she was deluding herself into believing he was some kind of virgin, but he was pure and fresh and...
Fun. That was it, she thought, gazing into eyes filled with anticipation. He wasn’t jaded or cynical. He wasn’t here to add another notch to his belt. He was here to be with her. A burst of warm affection spread throughout her chest. As she was with him.
She respected his mind, admired his talent—among other things—and now that he was working Perry, their time spent together would multiply. Struck by a sudden need for more, Sam set one hand on the bed beside him and leaned closer, close enough to feel his hot breath mingle with hers while she moved her other hand to his crotch. She stroked the swell through his jeans.
He
“Oh my...” Vic’s response was guttural as he reached up and stroked her breast, the touch transforming her skin into a tingling sheet of goose flesh. His gaze turned laser. “You’re not shy.”
She shook her head, slow and deliberate. “I’m not.”
Mesmerized, he moved his hand between her inner thighs, and skimmed the underside of the gauzy material. Sam felt a jolt of pleasure at his touch and whipped her top off, flinging it out of sight.
Withdrawing his hand, Vic glided his fingers over her flat abdomen, then up along the curve of her waist, leaving a path of painstaking want in its wake. “I like looking at you this way.”
“Do you, now...” she murmured, enjoying the moment immensely.
“I do,” he said, and as if to prove it, encircled her breasts with both hands, lightly, gently.
His touch woke every nerve ending in her body. Opening her mouth, she dipped her middle finger inside and gave it a long, slow suck. When she withdrew it, Sam slid it across his lips. The black of his eyes glittered as his mouth opened. She slipped her fingertip inside and indulged in the slick wetness of his mouth, his tongue as it swiped at her finger.
Sam’s heart pumped faster. It reminded her of another slick area currently out of his reach. Remaining above him, she began to unbutton his shirt. Vic watched her hands as they deftly made their way down. She pulled the material open, releasing a fresh drift of cologne. A sporty mix of citrus, it was on the fast track to becoming her favorite. As was he .
Looking up at her now, his soft smile worked in stark opposition to the hard edge of desire lining his eyes. Sam smiled back and it was all she could do to keep her movements slow and steady as she pushed the shirt over his shoulders, drawing her palms back to the front with a fluid caress. Imagining him slathered in oil, his pecs glistening beneath the sultry Miami sun, she skimmed short nails across the sinewy muscle of his chest. Sam smiled as the image hovered in her mind’s eye, reminding her of the vulnerability she saw in him after his ordeal with Selena. He had opened up to her that day, was opening even more to her now.
Vic remained immobile, but sharply tuned in. She traced a meaty rib to the ridges of his stomach continuing down to the edge of his pants, curiosity trailing her movements. She encircled his belly button, toying with the thin swatch of hair that dipped down and beyond.
Filled with more excitement than she had felt in years, Sam wondered how the rest of him would compare to the soft smooth skin of his torso, the hard steel of his muscle beneath.
“You are as fine as I imagined,” she said.
“Been thinking of me, have you?”
She tweaked his nipple.
“Ouch!”
“I have,” she said, and returned to caressing him at her leisure.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he said, his tone hungry.
“Oh, really?” Amused by the gleam in his eyes, Sam rested her hands atop his chest and leaned forward to give a nip to his lips and replied, “Promises, promises.”
Their playful camaraderie heightened her desire. Easygoing and sweet, Vic had an air of innocence about him. Not that she was deluding herself into believing he was some kind of virgin, but he was pure and fresh and...
Fun. That was it, she thought, gazing into eyes filled with anticipation. He wasn’t jaded or cynical. He wasn’t here to add another notch to his belt. He was here to be with her. A burst of warm affection spread throughout her chest. As she was with him.
She respected his mind, admired his talent—among other things—and now that he was working Perry, their time spent together would multiply. Struck by a sudden need for more, Sam set one hand on the bed beside him and leaned closer, close enough to feel his hot breath mingle with hers while she moved her other hand to his crotch. She stroked the swell through his jeans.
He
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