ScandalandSin by Lynn LaFleur Page B

aren’t doing it right.”
    His eyes sparkled with humor as he
chuckled. He removed her hand from his mouth and kissed her palm. “You have a
point.”
    “So,” she said, running her free hand
through his hair again, “are you saying you do get sweaty when making
love?”
    “Oh yeah.” He kissed her palm again.
“Sweaty.” His teeth scraped over the side of her hand. “Hot.” He moved up her
arm and licked the inside of her elbow. “Wet.”
    Wet was definitely a good description.
Alaina’s channel blossomed, moistened. Her clit gently throbbed. She longed to
feel Rye’s touch against that intimate part of her body…first his fingers, then
his tongue, then his cock.
    He grasped the hem of her shell and pulled
it over her head. His gaze snapped to her breasts. She’d worn the prettiest bra
she owned, a wisp of ivory satin and lace. Cut low in front, it barely covered
her nipples.
    “Damn,” he muttered.
    “Is that a good damn or a bad damn?”
    “It’s a you’re-so-gorgeous-I-can’t-think
damn.” He cradled her breasts and lifted them until they bulged over the top of
her bra. “These are beautiful, Alaina.”
    It took all of her concentration to speak
when he started rubbing her nipples again. “Are you a breast man?”
    “Guilty. I like curves.” Leaning forward,
he dropped a gentle kiss on each mound. “Lots of curves.”
    His mouth felt incredible on her skin.
“Wh-what else do you like?”
    The front clasp of her bra loosened. “Big,
hard nipples.” Warm lips closed over one tip. The flick of his tongue made her
moan. “Soft skin,” he mumbled before moving to the other nipple for the same
teasing flick. “Wide hips.” His hands spanned her waist, slid down to her hips.
“A firm, tight ass.” Those magic hands traveled to her buns and squeezed. “You
have it all, Alaina…everything I love about a woman’s body.”
    She was about to say the same thing about
his body when he drew her nipple into his mouth again and suckled. Any words
she might have said died in her throat. She closed her eyes and let the
sensations wash over her, through her. Rye continued to caress her ass with one
hand while he kneaded her breasts with the other. His mouth moved back and
forth between her nipples. He licked, nibbled, sucked. With each swipe of his
tongue, each nip of his teeth, her clit pulsed.
    She’d never come from a man’s attention to
her nipples. None of her past lovers had given them more than a few seconds of
time. Rye seemed in no hurry to move on to other parts of her body.
    That worked for her.
    Perspiration popped out on her forehead, in
the small of her back. Heat flooded her body. Her breathing turned choppy.
Alaina clasped Rye’s head to her breast, silently asking him to continue the
sweet torment on her nipples.
    Cool air flowed over the perspiration on her
back when Rye unfastened her slacks. He slid his hand inside and cupped her
cheek, left bare by her thong. She thought she heard him growl deep in his
throat before he sucked harder on her nipple.
    Pleasure exploded in her body, rushing up
and down her spine, stealing her breath. Her body trembled as the walls of her
pussy contracted. She pumped her hips as the orgasm went on and on, desperately
needing a hard cock to fill her.
    Rye gave each nipple one more lick. “You’re
even more beautiful when you come.”
    Alaina gazed into those dark brown eyes.
She saw heat, longing, but also something more tender…an emotion she’d always
yearned to see in a man’s eyes.
    She kissed him softly. The kiss didn’t
remain soft as desire flared back to life. Alaina shrugged out of her bra,
tugged off Rye’s T-shirt and tossed it aside. Then she froze.
    She’d been intimate with this man, yet had
never seen him without a shirt. She moved back enough so she could…well, gawk.
He was ripped and buff and muscled, not from working out in a gym but from his
profession. Wide shoulders, broad chest lightly dusted with dark hair,