across hers relishing the friction. “You taste so damned good. I want to drink you in until I’m so high I can’t think straight.” He wasn’t altogether certain he was thinking straight presently.
“ You lied.” She elevated her eyebrows.
He rubbed his thumb in a circular fashion along her lower back. “How?”
“ There was a difference. Heath took his time warming me up. Fang went in for the kill.”
“ Which did you prefer?” Already her body brushed his, moving with the beat of the music. He gave a few moments to ponder how she’d move beneath him as he made love to her.
She grinned, sliding her hand from his nape, along his neck and down the center of his chest. “Not telling.”
Christ Almighty she teased him.
“Let’s dance, rock god .” She put some space between them, but not enough square footage that her body didn’t bump into his when she set off with her hip swaying rhythm.
Face flushed and eyes glinting he realized he ’d allowed her to take charge of the tempo. Intolerable when he must remain in control, Heath grabbed her arms and spun her around to face the crowded dance floor. He pulled her spine flush with his chest and palmed her belly. Together they moved, each shake of her ass twitching against his crotch. With any luck someone would post this on ViewTube, and he’d have something new to fist himself to.
The crowd went wild again. Joining them by bouncing with their eclectic style of partying. The music slowed, and he cradled her chin and tucked her head back against his shoulder. Their movements decelerated, keeping pace with the pulsations. Dancing with her was wild and uncontrolled. What would making love to her be like?
The same. Definitely wild and uncontrolled . That’s the way she lived life, to the fullest, without pause and no fear.
Her pulse beat against the pads of his finger tips. Her pants were breathy, much like he imagined she’d sound while making love.
Could he get lovemaking off his mind already?
Heath bent his head and sucked on the flesh of her bare shoulder a moment before dragging his tongue along her exposed skin to her neck. Flashes popped around them. They remained here much longer and he wouldn’t put it past the paparazzi to bribe their way through the doors. That outcome would please Tab, but Heath wanted privacy with Sam not an audience.
Sam elevated her arms and reached back, clasping the back of his head. The decadent feel of her ass sliding over his crotch… Christ ! He didn’t think a saint would be able to abstain.
Heavy-lidded, she tilted her head on his shoulder and met his eyes. “You’re hard, Fang.”
“ I can’t help it.”
The grin that curled her lips was one of satisfaction. She applied pressure to his head and forced him to meet her kiss. Electricity fizzled through his body at their connection. He followed her guidance, parting his mouth only slightly. She took her time exploring, licking his bottom lip and nipping the top one. She pulled back enough their breaths mingled , and her tongue pushed inside his mouth, leaving the oglers in no doubt that they French kissed.
Heath took control, spinning her in his arms, cupping her head between his palms and claiming her lips with his. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed his knee between her legs and lowered his touch to pull her snug against him, until the apex of her body rode his thigh. A hitch jerked her in his arms, but he continued to kiss her. Keeping his mouth on hers, he guided her in the erotic moves.
Slow hip rolls and pelvis thrusts, he ground her against him .
He ’d rub her heat all over his thigh all night long if he had his way.
The crowd faded, and Sam became his sole focus. Her soft whimpers and moans, the little groans she made in the back of her throat. A tiny part in his brain said he moved too fast again, but she felt so good in his arms and tasted so fucking fantastic, he ignored the warning.
He allowed her to break the kiss and bury
“ You lied.” She elevated her eyebrows.
He rubbed his thumb in a circular fashion along her lower back. “How?”
“ There was a difference. Heath took his time warming me up. Fang went in for the kill.”
“ Which did you prefer?” Already her body brushed his, moving with the beat of the music. He gave a few moments to ponder how she’d move beneath him as he made love to her.
She grinned, sliding her hand from his nape, along his neck and down the center of his chest. “Not telling.”
Christ Almighty she teased him.
“Let’s dance, rock god .” She put some space between them, but not enough square footage that her body didn’t bump into his when she set off with her hip swaying rhythm.
Face flushed and eyes glinting he realized he ’d allowed her to take charge of the tempo. Intolerable when he must remain in control, Heath grabbed her arms and spun her around to face the crowded dance floor. He pulled her spine flush with his chest and palmed her belly. Together they moved, each shake of her ass twitching against his crotch. With any luck someone would post this on ViewTube, and he’d have something new to fist himself to.
The crowd went wild again. Joining them by bouncing with their eclectic style of partying. The music slowed, and he cradled her chin and tucked her head back against his shoulder. Their movements decelerated, keeping pace with the pulsations. Dancing with her was wild and uncontrolled. What would making love to her be like?
The same. Definitely wild and uncontrolled . That’s the way she lived life, to the fullest, without pause and no fear.
Her pulse beat against the pads of his finger tips. Her pants were breathy, much like he imagined she’d sound while making love.
Could he get lovemaking off his mind already?
Heath bent his head and sucked on the flesh of her bare shoulder a moment before dragging his tongue along her exposed skin to her neck. Flashes popped around them. They remained here much longer and he wouldn’t put it past the paparazzi to bribe their way through the doors. That outcome would please Tab, but Heath wanted privacy with Sam not an audience.
Sam elevated her arms and reached back, clasping the back of his head. The decadent feel of her ass sliding over his crotch… Christ ! He didn’t think a saint would be able to abstain.
Heavy-lidded, she tilted her head on his shoulder and met his eyes. “You’re hard, Fang.”
“ I can’t help it.”
The grin that curled her lips was one of satisfaction. She applied pressure to his head and forced him to meet her kiss. Electricity fizzled through his body at their connection. He followed her guidance, parting his mouth only slightly. She took her time exploring, licking his bottom lip and nipping the top one. She pulled back enough their breaths mingled , and her tongue pushed inside his mouth, leaving the oglers in no doubt that they French kissed.
Heath took control, spinning her in his arms, cupping her head between his palms and claiming her lips with his. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed his knee between her legs and lowered his touch to pull her snug against him, until the apex of her body rode his thigh. A hitch jerked her in his arms, but he continued to kiss her. Keeping his mouth on hers, he guided her in the erotic moves.
Slow hip rolls and pelvis thrusts, he ground her against him .
He ’d rub her heat all over his thigh all night long if he had his way.
The crowd faded, and Sam became his sole focus. Her soft whimpers and moans, the little groans she made in the back of her throat. A tiny part in his brain said he moved too fast again, but she felt so good in his arms and tasted so fucking fantastic, he ignored the warning.
He allowed her to break the kiss and bury
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