the rain.
“No.” She laughed, the sound strained, and he noted with interest the blush that crept up into her cheeks.
Nate ignored the nudge Beau gave his hand. “You’re shivering,” he murmured, and glided his hands down her bare arms. The shorts and tube top left little to his imagination, praise be. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the thin fabric. “You certainly look cold.”
She looked up at him through the long sweep of her lashes, a half smile curing her lips. “Trust me,” she said, laying her hands on his chest. “I’m not cold.”
“Really?” he murmured, sliding his hands to her hips. His fingers flexed, digging in to her soft flesh for a brief moment. She gave a little lurch forward, a shifting, seeking motion of her hips that made his fingers tighten even more. His nostrils flared, picking up the fine and subtle scent of her under the sharp tang of spilled paint and the stench of wet dog.
“Really,” she sighed, a breathless little catch in her voice. He could all but feel his inner beast sit up and howl.
Testing, he lowered his mouth slowly, deliberately, until it was a mere breath from hers. “So if you’re not cold,” he breathed, delighting in the way her eyes darkened and the shiver that ran over her skin as his breath washed over her, “then what could be making you shiver like that?”
Her breath came out in a rush, and he had a moment to savor the sweet feel of it over his face before she said, “Oh fuck this,” and grabbed the back of his head.
Her lips crashed into his with enough force to make him stagger. He dug his fingers into her hips to steady himself and, making a mental note to buy Beau the biggest soup bone the butcher could find, poured everything he had into kissing her back.
God, she packed a punch. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like fine dark chocolate and warm spicy woman. The soft, whimpering moan that escaped her parted lips to vibrate against his had his libido growing fangs, and with a strangled moan of his own, he took control of the kiss.
Oh my God , was all she could think as he all but swallowed her whole. She didn’t know what came over her, she’d never initiated a move like that in her life, but if this was what she got when she made the first move, she was absolutely going to do it more often.
Her breath snarled in her throat when he pulled her to her toes by his grip on her hips. She knew she’d wear fingertip-sized bruises for days but couldn’t bring herself to care. Never in her life had a man kissed her like this, as though he’d starve without a taste of her. Her own fingers tightened on the back of his head, tangling in the wet strands of his hair as she gave as good as she got.
They ate at each other, tongues plundering, teeth nipping, lips sucking until Lily felt as though the top of her head were floating somewhere on the ceiling and her pulse had centered itself on the damp, needy flesh between her legs. Her hands clenched convulsively in his hair as he bit into her lower lip then soothed the tiny hurt with a swipe of his tongue.
His own hands were far from still. He released his death grip on her hips when it became apparent she wasn’t going anywhere, and now they roamed restlessly over her body. Stroking down her back, the curve of her hips, the taut and heated flesh of her bare thighs, leaving little firebolts of sensation in their wake.
Restless, eager, his mouth drifted from hers to trail kisses across her jaw to her ear. Lily’s head fell back on a ragged moan as his lips worried her earlobe, sending a fresh burst of shivers down her spine. Earlobes were her weakness.
“This is crazy,” she breathed, her fingers clenched in his hair to hold his head in place.
“Nuts,” he agreed, and swirled his tongue in her ear.
“I never do stuff like this,” she told him. She hooked one leg over his hip and tilted her pelvis to cradle the happy-to-see-her bulge in his wet jeans.
He groaned, the sound
“No.” She laughed, the sound strained, and he noted with interest the blush that crept up into her cheeks.
Nate ignored the nudge Beau gave his hand. “You’re shivering,” he murmured, and glided his hands down her bare arms. The shorts and tube top left little to his imagination, praise be. Her nipples were clearly outlined against the thin fabric. “You certainly look cold.”
She looked up at him through the long sweep of her lashes, a half smile curing her lips. “Trust me,” she said, laying her hands on his chest. “I’m not cold.”
“Really?” he murmured, sliding his hands to her hips. His fingers flexed, digging in to her soft flesh for a brief moment. She gave a little lurch forward, a shifting, seeking motion of her hips that made his fingers tighten even more. His nostrils flared, picking up the fine and subtle scent of her under the sharp tang of spilled paint and the stench of wet dog.
“Really,” she sighed, a breathless little catch in her voice. He could all but feel his inner beast sit up and howl.
Testing, he lowered his mouth slowly, deliberately, until it was a mere breath from hers. “So if you’re not cold,” he breathed, delighting in the way her eyes darkened and the shiver that ran over her skin as his breath washed over her, “then what could be making you shiver like that?”
Her breath came out in a rush, and he had a moment to savor the sweet feel of it over his face before she said, “Oh fuck this,” and grabbed the back of his head.
Her lips crashed into his with enough force to make him stagger. He dug his fingers into her hips to steady himself and, making a mental note to buy Beau the biggest soup bone the butcher could find, poured everything he had into kissing her back.
God, she packed a punch. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like fine dark chocolate and warm spicy woman. The soft, whimpering moan that escaped her parted lips to vibrate against his had his libido growing fangs, and with a strangled moan of his own, he took control of the kiss.
Oh my God , was all she could think as he all but swallowed her whole. She didn’t know what came over her, she’d never initiated a move like that in her life, but if this was what she got when she made the first move, she was absolutely going to do it more often.
Her breath snarled in her throat when he pulled her to her toes by his grip on her hips. She knew she’d wear fingertip-sized bruises for days but couldn’t bring herself to care. Never in her life had a man kissed her like this, as though he’d starve without a taste of her. Her own fingers tightened on the back of his head, tangling in the wet strands of his hair as she gave as good as she got.
They ate at each other, tongues plundering, teeth nipping, lips sucking until Lily felt as though the top of her head were floating somewhere on the ceiling and her pulse had centered itself on the damp, needy flesh between her legs. Her hands clenched convulsively in his hair as he bit into her lower lip then soothed the tiny hurt with a swipe of his tongue.
His own hands were far from still. He released his death grip on her hips when it became apparent she wasn’t going anywhere, and now they roamed restlessly over her body. Stroking down her back, the curve of her hips, the taut and heated flesh of her bare thighs, leaving little firebolts of sensation in their wake.
Restless, eager, his mouth drifted from hers to trail kisses across her jaw to her ear. Lily’s head fell back on a ragged moan as his lips worried her earlobe, sending a fresh burst of shivers down her spine. Earlobes were her weakness.
“This is crazy,” she breathed, her fingers clenched in his hair to hold his head in place.
“Nuts,” he agreed, and swirled his tongue in her ear.
“I never do stuff like this,” she told him. She hooked one leg over his hip and tilted her pelvis to cradle the happy-to-see-her bulge in his wet jeans.
He groaned, the sound
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