More Than Strangers by Tara Quan Page B

hands explored his back before reaching around to trail up his stomach. She traced each abdominal muscle as her lips continued to roam.
    He closed his eyes. His erection strained painfully against his trousers. “I want that towel off you.”
    Soft feminine laughter accompanied her reply. “You’ll have to drop your pants.”
    More than willing to comply, he unbuckled his belt. He stepped forward to give himself room to maneuver. He couldn’t kick off his pants and boxers soon enough. When he turned, he found her staring at his groin.
    “Your turn,” he rasped.
    She ran her tongue over her lower lip before biting down. It was a nervous habit. He brushed the back of his hand over the swell of her still-covered breasts. “Need a hand?”
    Shaking her head, she untucked the corner holding the towel in place. It fell to the bed a second later. She picked it up dropped it on the floor.
    Just watching her made blood pool to his groin.
    She scooted back before sitting primly on the bed. Her voice held a teasing note. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “I’d forgotten how beautiful you are,” he murmured as his gaze raked her from head to toe. An instant later, her skin turned from white to pink. The blush brought back memories of the night they once shared. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.”
    “There are some visual clues.” She made a vague motion with her head. Her russet lashes lowered. His penis responded to the attention.
    Her question was a whispered plea. “What will it take for you to kiss me?”
    He knelt on the bed and laced his fingers through her hair. Cradling her nape with both hands, he tilted her head so her mouth was at the desired angle. The tips of her breasts brushed his abdomen as they rose and fell.
    He bent his head and closed his mouth over hers. He didn’t have the control not to devour. He held her captive as he plundered, drawing her tongue into his mouth before exploring her depths with his own tongue. Her slender fingers clutched the hairs on his chest. Her lids fluttered closed as she made a sound of surrender.
    With a groan, he dropped his hands to cup her shoulders. She bit his lower lip. He trailed his palms down her silky arms. She raked his chest with blunt fingernails. He ended the kiss so he could lower his head and close his mouth over her rosy nipple. She cried out. The small nub swelled as he circled it with his tongue. He spanned her waist with his hands as he switched to her other breast. He felt her sway and lowered her onto the crisp white sheets.
    When he had taken his fill of her breasts, he kissed his way down her belly. He passed her navel and didn’t stop. Her fingers wove through his hair. “Jason—”
    He grabbed her bottom with both hands before flexing his wrists to urge her thighs apart.
    She made a protesting sound. “I’ve never—”
    “I know.” He parted her slick wet folds. She moaned and tried to move back. He kept her in place.
    Her scent surrounded him. Her taste intoxicated him. He couldn’t stop even if he tried. She whimpered when he circled her clit with his tongue. He did it again and again. She struggled to close her knees but was hindered by his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the mattress. “It’s too much—”
    Keeping one hand at her lower beck, he pressed the other between her legs. He probed her with his fingers and felt her clench around them. With a few more flicks of his tongue, her entire body spasmed.
    *
    Nulli sighed. Her muscles felt like mush. It was impossible to move. She felt Jason’s weight pressing down on her. She opened her eyes to meet his hazel gaze.
    Mesmerized, she lifted her hands and rested them against his chest. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles bulged. His breaths were harsh. She could feel his heart pounding against her fingertips. Without thought, her thighs parted so he could nestle between them.
    He drew her lower lip into his mouth. He sucked and bit until it felt swollen and