Romancing My Love (Love in Bloom: The Bradens) Contemporary Romance by Melissa Foster Page B

teasing, and controlling all at once, as she trapped his lower lip between her teeth and drew back, then ran her finger over the slickness she’d left behind.
    Holy. Hell .
    “Rebecca.” Sweet Jesus, she was as controlling as him. He arched his hips against her bottom. “Feel what you’re doing to me?”
    She lowered her cheek to his and whispered, “Oh, yes, I feel it.”
    He gripped her impossibly small waist as she licked his earlobe, then took it between her teeth. He groaned, despite himself, and forced himself to make sure she wasn’t just playing with him. This didn’t feel like playing.
    He cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “Talk to me, Bec.” He’d already claimed the nickname as his own. “I want nothing more than to flip you onto your back and make love to you until everything you’ve memorized is forgotten, replaced with thoughts of us and memories of earth-shaking orgasms that leave you craving me every second of the day.”
    Every breath pulsed with anticipation as contemplation skirted across her face.
    “Oh God, yes,” she said quickly.
    He wrapped one powerful arm around her, and in the next breath she was beneath him, the soft cushions of her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips writhing against his, as he claimed his control with another deep kiss. Soulful sounds of surrender seeped from her lungs into his.
    Pierce’s teeth grazed her lips. “I could kiss you all night long.”
    Rebecca pulled his mouth back to hers, and Pierce felt the two of them spiraling together as they groped and pawed for more. He kissed her graceful neck, her shoulders, and ran his hands up her ribs. One gentle tug of her strapless dress freed her breasts. Two perfect mounds that he had to have.
    “Sweet Jesus, Bec. You’re too magnificent for words. Beautiful is too small a word; lovely is too soft. You’re…” He raked his tongue over her nipple, feeling her body shudder beneath him. “Sinfully exquisite.”
    He filled his palm with one breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple again and again as he licked and sucked and took his fill of the other. Rebecca’s breaths came fast and hitched as she fumbled with his shirt buttons. Pierce made quick work of divesting himself of his shirt, then drew her dress over her head and tossed it aside. She lay beneath him in a lacy white thong he wanted to tear off with his teeth, her body was more glorious than he could have imagined. She traced the dragon tattoo that snaked over his shoulder and around the top of his biceps and reached for him.  He took hold of her rounded hip.
    “I just want to feel you, to look at you.” To pay homage to your incredible body .
    “Three years is a long time,” she whispered. “I feel like I can’t breathe I’m so nervous.”
    Her honesty touched him, and he gave it right back to her. “I’m nervous, too. We don’t have to go all the way.” What was he saying? He was not the type of man who delayed gratification, but for Rebecca, he would. Hell, he was hard as a rock, ready to take her to places she’d never experienced before, but one look in her trusting eyes and he was struck right in the center of his chest. Trust . That’s what had been missing before.
    She didn’t respond when he said they didn’t have to go all the way, and she clung to his bare back like she was afraid he might disappear.
    “Do you trust me, Rebecca?” He slid his hand down her thigh, stifling the desire to follow it with his mouth.
    “I don’t trust easily, but I do trust you.”
    Everything he’d been feeling came rushing forward with her admission. He kissed her again as she clung to him, her hands traveling up and down the muscles of his back, drawing out his need for her with every arch of her hips. He repressed the urge to move faster and kissed the corner of her lips.
    “I love your lips.” He kissed the ridge of her jaw. “And your neck.” He kissed his way down between her full, mountainous breasts,