Seduced by the Baron (The Fairy Tales of New York Book 4) by Amy Andrews

brushing soft and springy against his chin and throat. Their gazes met in the glass.
    “Are you warm now?” Because he was hot. So, fucking hot.
    “Yes.”
    Her low, husky voice went straight to his dick and his heart thundered in his chest as he slid his glass onto the nearby table. He reached for hers and she surrendered it without complaint. He slid his hands onto her shoulders along her collar bones to the open edges of her polar fleece, tugging gently to peel them back, dragging the sweater off her shoulders and down her arms, throwing it behind him in the direction of the nearby chair uncaring if it actually made it.
    Raf could see the points of her nipples beneath her tight red shirt reflected in the window. He slid his hand back onto her hip but kept going this time, right around until it was resting flat on her stomach where shirt met jeans. Her muscles leapt beneath his palm and she closed her eyes, her head falling back into the crook of his neck.
    He used his other hand to push her hair away and dropped his mouth to the side of her throat. She smelled like cherry cola and red wine and she moaned as he nuzzled the skin, stretching her neck slightly to give him better access, her arm snaking up to hold on fast at his nape.
    He nipped at the spot where neck joined shoulder and she sucked in a breath, her back arching. The movement pushed her butt into his crotch and his dick hardened. Raf realized he’d left a red mark and he soothed it with the flat of his tongue. Her fingers tunneled hard into his hairline at the back of his neck gripping and twisting the cropped hair there, sending a shower of sparks from his scalp all the way down to the base of his spine.
    Raf lifted his hand to the arm she had anchored so firmly at the base of his skull. He stroked his fingers from her elbow down to her armpit and lower still, down the side swell of her breast and the individual ruts of her ribs clearly palpable in her clingy shirt, to her waist to join his other one.
    Then, in tandem, he slowly, slowly moved them up. Inch by unbearable inch, molding her hips and skimming her belly. The rough suck of her breath played havoc with his determination not to leap on her but to savor the moment. His fingers brushed the underwire of her bra and then the first tantalizing swell as he moved inexorably upwards until his hands had claimed both of them.
    He looked at the reflection and liked what he saw. His hands claiming her breasts. They felt soft, two little beads grazing the center of his palms.
    His gaze met hers in the window. Hers was slumberous, her mouth slightly parted. “They’re amazing,” he whispered as he squeezed gently, his heart slamming like bullets into the wall of his chest.
    She whimpered, shutting her eyes again, her head lolling back against his throat, her fingers tightening in his hair.
    “ You’re amazing,” he murmured, nuzzling behind her ear to the angle of the jaw, his hands wandering south again to the hem of her shirt, pushing under this time, dragging it with him as his hands slid up her bare belly. Up, up, up, burrowing under the wire of her bra pushing the fabric out of the way as his hands claimed bare flesh.
    She gasped, her mouth open and inviting and he wanted to turn her, push her against the glass, kiss her hard and hot but he couldn’t take his eyes of their reflection, off the bliss on her face. She was lost in what he was doing to her, so soft and female, so responsive to his every caress, and he wanted to stand right here and watch her come undone.
    He dragged his fingertips over the jut of her nipples and she hissed out a breath. He did it again and again groaning when her back arched and her butt rubbed against his cock.
    “God, you feel incredible.” He buried his face in her neck, his senses filling up with her as he slipped a hand onto her hip to hold her fast and tight, right where she was, the other hand teasing her nipples. Stroking and tweaking them to ever harder points,