New and…Improved? & Andrew in Excess by Jill Shalvis

hug that nearly undid him. “Please, Kent. I want to let loose, I want my feet to leave the earth. I want to see stars. I want to explode, for once in my life! Is that so much to ask?” She blinked at him, frustration swimming in her gaze.
    â€œNo,” he said softly. “It’s not too much to ask.”
    â€œThen help me.”
    Oh yeah, he could help her. As if he could refuse her anything, especially this. “Come here then,” he said hoarsely, dragging her close for a slow, wet, deep kiss that left them both breathless, and painfully ready. She gripped him trustingly and a heavy ache settled in his heart. When he scooped her up in his arms, she laid her head against his chest and the ache deepened.
    She gave him a sexy, wicked smile and delicately bit his lower lip. Tempted to devour her right there, he kissed her again. Don’t take her against the door, he reminded himself. Think. As if he could. “Your bed,” he rasped out.
    â€œYes.” She ran her fingers over his chest, and he stumbled in his haste, nearly killing both of them.
    Her breathless laughter goaded him, and he licked his suddenly dry lips. Staring at the motion, she slid her fingers into his hair, looked him in the eye and asked with a heart-stopping mix of anticipation and awe, “Are you going to…” She blushed furiously.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œAre you going to…use your tongue? You know, on my body?” Her teeth dragged over her lower lip. “I’ve always wanted to know what that felt like,” she admitted.
    They were only in the hallway, but he stopped to press her against the wall, his body poised and dying for her. Need pulsed inside him, biting, sharp need. With his arms planted on either side of her head, he cupped her face and tilted it up. Her lips were still wet from his mouth and he traced her lips lightly with his thumb. “I’m mostdefinitely going to use my tongue,” he said. “On every single inch of you.”
    â€œOh my.” She sounded a bit pressed for air. “Kent?”
    He was walking again, and staring down at the drumming pulse at the base of her throat, at her hardened nipples. “Yeah?” he croaked.
    â€œI want to taste you, too.”
    He swallowed his groan and struggled not to crash into a wall. By the time he dropped her to the mattress, they were grappling to touch everywhere at once, completely beyond finesse.
    She wore some sort of flimsy robe that simply begged to be opened past her long, trim legs. As promised, he kissed every inch of her calves, knees and thighs. By the time he dipped and kissed her inner thigh, she was halfway to that explosion she’d wanted.
    He slid his hands beneath her, to her curved bottom, and he pulled her closer, opening her legs to make room for his shoulders. The robe had parted now, and her sunshine yellow silk panties were hardly more than a wisp of material. They were wet, clinging to her flesh, and he stared down at her, so unbearably aroused he could hardly think.
    Becca couldn’t think, either, she was far beyond that. All she knew was a deep, piercing, relentless ache, centered in the core of her. She managed to gasp his name, though she didn’t know if she was pleading or demanding. Both, she decided, and he reared up above her, looking down at her with so much heat and need she nearly cried.
    â€œBecca.” That was it, just her name. Then he pulled off his shirt and her mouth went dry. Wow, was all she could think. And then he unzipped his pants, revealing white cotton and the bulge of the most impressive erection she’d ever seen. Her mind blanked, her body sizzled.
    His hands came up to the arms of her robe and he slowly pushed the material aside, looked down at her matching silk bra, at the curves spilling out of it and let out a low sigh. “Becca, you’re so beautiful.”
    She reached for him, eyes closed.
    He touched her face and whispered,