time or two.”
“And?”
Her decision had already been made. Leaning forward, she whispered, “Kiss me. Please.” She’d been reduced to begging and didn’t care in the least.
“Mara.” He said her name as if it were a reverent prayer, his mouth moving against hers as soft as a whisper. A ragged groan escaped, and Noah swallowed it as his mouth closed over hers.
Dear God, she’d forgotten how he kissed. Her arms still trapped behind her, Samara pressed up toward him and Noah released her hands, only to pull her harder against him.
As his mouth devoured hers, his hands swept down her body and her dress dropped to the floor. Pulling away slowly, he looked down at her.
Samara knew she was lacking in the chest department. Had once even considered surgery, but could never make herself go through with it. The way Noah stared at her breasts, she got the distinct impression size definitely didn’t matter to him.
Pulling farther away from her, he flipped the front clasp of her bra and slipped it off. A dark, calloused hand moved over one breast, then the other. Her breath caught on a gasp of delight as her nipples peaked in anticipation.
“Are your breasts sensitive?”
“Yes.”
His hands cupped both breasts, then he ran his thumbs over the distended nipples. Leaning back against the door, Samara closed her eyes as desire thrummed and whipped through her like a live electrical wire. She cried out in delight when he pinched both nipples with just the right amount of pressure.
He lowered his head and licked each nipple, swirling his tongue around them till they hardened into aching peaks. Her body trembled with need and an arousal so vicious and intense, she could barely make a coherent sound. His mouth … she needed his mouth on them, not just his tongue. “All … Noah … please …”
Lifting his head, hot breath floated across her chest. “What, baby?”
“More … I need more.”
Cupping her butt with his hands, he bent his head and set his mouth to her breast. Taking almost the entire mound in his mouth, he sucked hard, then harder. Shock waves of lightning blasting through her, Samara placed the palm of her hand against the door to hold herself up and held Noah’s head against her with the other. Tiny little sobs and moans left her mouth as arousal, dark and throbbing, pulled at her.
Lifting his head, Noah stared down, those glittering black eyes almost scaring her. Shuddering, heavy pants escaped her lips. She refused to ask herself why he looked more angry than aroused. He’d said one night, this one time. She fully intended to take advantage of this opportunity.
Reaching for his shirt, she unbuttoned the top button. His hands covered hers. … They worked together to undress him. With every piece of clothing he dropped, Samara’s desire grew. She’d seen him in shorts and a T-shirt, but seeing him like this … totally, wholly masculine. Broad shoulders, muscular, defined arms, flat washboard stomach. Her fingers ached to trace the lines of light scarring on his chest and abdomen. Scars she’d noticed before but had never been able to ask about. Those questions rose to mind again … things she desperately wanted to know, but might never be able to ask. Anything beyond the physical release he sought would be met with the blank stare he used so well when she asked something he didn’t want to answer.
Her thoughts scattered as a calloused hand parted her thighs and caressed boldly as it moved up toward the hot throb beating inside her … dying for his touch. A whimper of sound fell from her mouth as reason and thought dissolved. With gentle but purposeful intent, he fondled her curls … parted the folds, a finger pressed into her. Gasping cries caught in her throat as she pushed her body toward his hand.
“Mara.” Her name was a groan of need. Pulling her hard against him, he slammed his mouth on hers and devoured.
Overwhelming need consumed her as she gave herself up to the glory of
“And?”
Her decision had already been made. Leaning forward, she whispered, “Kiss me. Please.” She’d been reduced to begging and didn’t care in the least.
“Mara.” He said her name as if it were a reverent prayer, his mouth moving against hers as soft as a whisper. A ragged groan escaped, and Noah swallowed it as his mouth closed over hers.
Dear God, she’d forgotten how he kissed. Her arms still trapped behind her, Samara pressed up toward him and Noah released her hands, only to pull her harder against him.
As his mouth devoured hers, his hands swept down her body and her dress dropped to the floor. Pulling away slowly, he looked down at her.
Samara knew she was lacking in the chest department. Had once even considered surgery, but could never make herself go through with it. The way Noah stared at her breasts, she got the distinct impression size definitely didn’t matter to him.
Pulling farther away from her, he flipped the front clasp of her bra and slipped it off. A dark, calloused hand moved over one breast, then the other. Her breath caught on a gasp of delight as her nipples peaked in anticipation.
“Are your breasts sensitive?”
“Yes.”
His hands cupped both breasts, then he ran his thumbs over the distended nipples. Leaning back against the door, Samara closed her eyes as desire thrummed and whipped through her like a live electrical wire. She cried out in delight when he pinched both nipples with just the right amount of pressure.
He lowered his head and licked each nipple, swirling his tongue around them till they hardened into aching peaks. Her body trembled with need and an arousal so vicious and intense, she could barely make a coherent sound. His mouth … she needed his mouth on them, not just his tongue. “All … Noah … please …”
Lifting his head, hot breath floated across her chest. “What, baby?”
“More … I need more.”
Cupping her butt with his hands, he bent his head and set his mouth to her breast. Taking almost the entire mound in his mouth, he sucked hard, then harder. Shock waves of lightning blasting through her, Samara placed the palm of her hand against the door to hold herself up and held Noah’s head against her with the other. Tiny little sobs and moans left her mouth as arousal, dark and throbbing, pulled at her.
Lifting his head, Noah stared down, those glittering black eyes almost scaring her. Shuddering, heavy pants escaped her lips. She refused to ask herself why he looked more angry than aroused. He’d said one night, this one time. She fully intended to take advantage of this opportunity.
Reaching for his shirt, she unbuttoned the top button. His hands covered hers. … They worked together to undress him. With every piece of clothing he dropped, Samara’s desire grew. She’d seen him in shorts and a T-shirt, but seeing him like this … totally, wholly masculine. Broad shoulders, muscular, defined arms, flat washboard stomach. Her fingers ached to trace the lines of light scarring on his chest and abdomen. Scars she’d noticed before but had never been able to ask about. Those questions rose to mind again … things she desperately wanted to know, but might never be able to ask. Anything beyond the physical release he sought would be met with the blank stare he used so well when she asked something he didn’t want to answer.
Her thoughts scattered as a calloused hand parted her thighs and caressed boldly as it moved up toward the hot throb beating inside her … dying for his touch. A whimper of sound fell from her mouth as reason and thought dissolved. With gentle but purposeful intent, he fondled her curls … parted the folds, a finger pressed into her. Gasping cries caught in her throat as she pushed her body toward his hand.
“Mara.” Her name was a groan of need. Pulling her hard against him, he slammed his mouth on hers and devoured.
Overwhelming need consumed her as she gave herself up to the glory of
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