as light as corn silk. Just enough to tease.
Something he’d pretty much reached his limit on.
He pounced, hitching an arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet. Then she
was on her back on one of the cushy mats and he was on top of her, pushing her shirt
higher. He already felt like he was coming out of his skin, on the verge of roasting
alive, but the sight of her naked and exposed nearly popped off his damn head.
She watched as he rolled her top up her toned torso to the bottom of her breasts.
She was small enough that she’d gone without a bra yet he had no complaints. To his
mind, she was made perfectly. Lithe and compact and incredible.
Their gazes fused while he coaxed the clingy material over the taut tips, his trapped
breath escaping in a hiss at each patch of skin revealed. He trailed kisses up the
center of her abdomen, tasting the salt of her skin and inhaling the tang of her arousal.
Her tan lines were still visible, her breasts paler than the rest of her and capped
with pale-brown nipples. He traced the definition between darker skin and light with
his tongue, deliberately avoiding her breasts. Reveling in her shudders and how she
scraped her hands over the mat, digging in with her mermaid-green nails.
He licked the swell of her breast. “You shouldn’t tan.” He grinned at her hazy expression,
then made her eyes cloud all over again when he drew her nipple into his mouth and
sucked her deep.
Her hips bucked, and he rested his hand low on her belly right above that tantalizing
strip of hair. He held her down and kindled her desire until sweat pearled at the
top of her cleavage and her breath came in little gasps. They only increased when
he switched to the other nipple and skimmed his palm over her mound. Her wetness glazed
his skin, ripping a groan from his throat.
If he tasted her as he wanted to, this would be over too soon. His pants clung to
his painful erection from the temperature in the room, and his balls felt as tight
as knots. He jerked open his remaining few buttons and managed to get off his shirt,
which was sticking to him in the heat, without releasing her nipple.
Up on her elbows she went, studying his body while she breathed through puckered lips.
“Pants off.” She moaned at his increased suction. “Please. Want you…naked.”
She wasn’t the only one. He’d probably have to content himself with permanent nudity
if he succeeded in peeling his pants off his body, because he damn well wouldn’t be
getting them back on.
He didn’t reply so as not to use his remaining air. It was already in short supply.
He tugged off his belt, then winced as he forced off his trousers and boxer briefs.
Goddamn, he was hard enough to hammer wood. And not dead wood either. All because of her delectable body reclined in front of him like an
offering to the gods.
To him .
Finally he returned to kneel between her outstretched thighs. She wore that awed expression
again, the one that made him smile. “You’re so b—” She stopped but it was too late.
He was grinning. “C’mere,” she said, making a come-hither gesture he couldn’t comply
with fast enough.
His cock practically jumped into her grasp, and they both groaned at the feel of her
hand closing around him. Christ, she had some grip on her.
Her eyes never left his face. Gauging his every reaction. She worked him with skill,
responding to him so acutely that he almost believed his pleasure was as addictive
to her as seeking her own.
“Ladies first. Didn’t anyone teach you that?” Edging back, he pressed his length hard
and heavy against her belly while he arrowed his tongue along her nipple again, adding
his teeth when she squirmed and moaned. “You’ve probably concluded I like to be in
control.”
Her irises had warmed to molasses, the color receding from her dilated pupils. She
tossed her head, loosening her ponytail from its band and sending
Something he’d pretty much reached his limit on.
He pounced, hitching an arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet. Then she
was on her back on one of the cushy mats and he was on top of her, pushing her shirt
higher. He already felt like he was coming out of his skin, on the verge of roasting
alive, but the sight of her naked and exposed nearly popped off his damn head.
She watched as he rolled her top up her toned torso to the bottom of her breasts.
She was small enough that she’d gone without a bra yet he had no complaints. To his
mind, she was made perfectly. Lithe and compact and incredible.
Their gazes fused while he coaxed the clingy material over the taut tips, his trapped
breath escaping in a hiss at each patch of skin revealed. He trailed kisses up the
center of her abdomen, tasting the salt of her skin and inhaling the tang of her arousal.
Her tan lines were still visible, her breasts paler than the rest of her and capped
with pale-brown nipples. He traced the definition between darker skin and light with
his tongue, deliberately avoiding her breasts. Reveling in her shudders and how she
scraped her hands over the mat, digging in with her mermaid-green nails.
He licked the swell of her breast. “You shouldn’t tan.” He grinned at her hazy expression,
then made her eyes cloud all over again when he drew her nipple into his mouth and
sucked her deep.
Her hips bucked, and he rested his hand low on her belly right above that tantalizing
strip of hair. He held her down and kindled her desire until sweat pearled at the
top of her cleavage and her breath came in little gasps. They only increased when
he switched to the other nipple and skimmed his palm over her mound. Her wetness glazed
his skin, ripping a groan from his throat.
If he tasted her as he wanted to, this would be over too soon. His pants clung to
his painful erection from the temperature in the room, and his balls felt as tight
as knots. He jerked open his remaining few buttons and managed to get off his shirt,
which was sticking to him in the heat, without releasing her nipple.
Up on her elbows she went, studying his body while she breathed through puckered lips.
“Pants off.” She moaned at his increased suction. “Please. Want you…naked.”
She wasn’t the only one. He’d probably have to content himself with permanent nudity
if he succeeded in peeling his pants off his body, because he damn well wouldn’t be
getting them back on.
He didn’t reply so as not to use his remaining air. It was already in short supply.
He tugged off his belt, then winced as he forced off his trousers and boxer briefs.
Goddamn, he was hard enough to hammer wood. And not dead wood either. All because of her delectable body reclined in front of him like an
offering to the gods.
To him .
Finally he returned to kneel between her outstretched thighs. She wore that awed expression
again, the one that made him smile. “You’re so b—” She stopped but it was too late.
He was grinning. “C’mere,” she said, making a come-hither gesture he couldn’t comply
with fast enough.
His cock practically jumped into her grasp, and they both groaned at the feel of her
hand closing around him. Christ, she had some grip on her.
Her eyes never left his face. Gauging his every reaction. She worked him with skill,
responding to him so acutely that he almost believed his pleasure was as addictive
to her as seeking her own.
“Ladies first. Didn’t anyone teach you that?” Edging back, he pressed his length hard
and heavy against her belly while he arrowed his tongue along her nipple again, adding
his teeth when she squirmed and moaned. “You’ve probably concluded I like to be in
control.”
Her irises had warmed to molasses, the color receding from her dilated pupils. She
tossed her head, loosening her ponytail from its band and sending
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