from her.
Involuntarily her own hand reached out to touch the springy mat of hair on his chest.
His fingers slipped
down her bare arm to hold her hand in place. “Do you know what you’re doing?” She felt the wild tattoo of his heartbeat under her palm, and curled her fingers, brushing her knuckles
against muscle and hot skin. An electric sensation shivered up her arm. Her wet hair clung to her back as
she swayed closer. “I’m hoping you know enough for both of us.” His mouth found hers, and Tory closed her eyes as she felt him part her lips with the delicious heat of his
tongue. A low thrill surged through her body as he kissed her until she was light-headed, his mouth moist
and insistent as he urged her to respond.
Marc dragged his mouth away from hers, then claimed her lips again in a series of deep kisses that had
her straining on tiptoe against the wall of his chest. She couldn’t seem to get close enough.
Taking a handful of her wet hair, he drew it with maddening slowness across her breasts. “If you had any
idea…” His voice was thick as he smoothed the strands down her breasts, across the quivering curve of
her belly and down. Her hair was cool against her naked skin but she could feel the heat of Marc’s
fingers through the wet strands. Her skin felt ultrasensitive as his incredibly inventive hands trailed to the
very ends of her hair.
His callused fingers dipped fleetingly into the crease between her thighs. Tory thought she might fly out of
her skin.
“If you knew what fantasies I’ve had about your hair…” he whispered.
His hand slid up her narrow rib cage and covered her damp breast. Her nipple was so engorged that it
actually hurt, demanding attention. Her body swayed toward him as he smoothed both hands across the
aching peaks. Her head felt unbearably heavy and she rested it against his chest. When she opened her
mouth against his throat, his hot skin tasted slightly salty, and she could feel the thundering of his
heartbeat.
“Tory,” he said hoarsely, warningly. She kissed his throat again, passionately.
“Make love to me,” she whispered against his skin. “Please, Marc, make love to me.” Her cool hands
skimmed the small of his back as she tried to pull him even closer.
He wanted to argue that this was neither the time nor the place. It defied logic, that she would feel so
incredibly wonderful against him, that her breast fit his hand just right, that her satin skin seemed made for
his touch. That she was so perfect.
Perfectlywrong for him in every way.
He gritted his teeth as her hand skimmed across his stomach. “Seems as if neither one of us knows what
we’re doing,” Marc muttered, his voice ragged.
Tory felt the muscles under her hand tighten as he hesitated. She felt powerful.
Invincible. Gloriously
unafraid. She slid her hand down to the waistband of his briefs.
He clutched her wrist and held it away, his mouth coming down on hers in another soul-stealing kiss.
Tory pulled her arm free and wrapped it around his sleek muscled back. His body was hard and heavy
as he lowered her onto the cool bed of moss.
His mouth, fixed on hers, was greedy, devouring. He seemed to want to absorb her. He kissed her
hotly, insistently, and she gave back to him, tasting, savoring the dark flavor of him.
He lowered his mouth to taste one breast and Tory jerked as his hair brushed her skin.
The touch of his
hot, wet mouth on her breast was electrifying.
She felt the rasp of his teeth on her nipple, and she arched her back as the hard length of his arousal
pressed at the juncture of her thighs. Moaning, she greedily ran her mouth over any part of him she could
reach. He tasted so good, she couldn’t get enough of him. His skin was like hot satin here, rough there.
She savored every new texture.
With his hands, followed by his open mouth, he caressed every exposed part of her—
first her thighs,
then down the length of her legs until she moved
Involuntarily her own hand reached out to touch the springy mat of hair on his chest.
His fingers slipped
down her bare arm to hold her hand in place. “Do you know what you’re doing?” She felt the wild tattoo of his heartbeat under her palm, and curled her fingers, brushing her knuckles
against muscle and hot skin. An electric sensation shivered up her arm. Her wet hair clung to her back as
she swayed closer. “I’m hoping you know enough for both of us.” His mouth found hers, and Tory closed her eyes as she felt him part her lips with the delicious heat of his
tongue. A low thrill surged through her body as he kissed her until she was light-headed, his mouth moist
and insistent as he urged her to respond.
Marc dragged his mouth away from hers, then claimed her lips again in a series of deep kisses that had
her straining on tiptoe against the wall of his chest. She couldn’t seem to get close enough.
Taking a handful of her wet hair, he drew it with maddening slowness across her breasts. “If you had any
idea…” His voice was thick as he smoothed the strands down her breasts, across the quivering curve of
her belly and down. Her hair was cool against her naked skin but she could feel the heat of Marc’s
fingers through the wet strands. Her skin felt ultrasensitive as his incredibly inventive hands trailed to the
very ends of her hair.
His callused fingers dipped fleetingly into the crease between her thighs. Tory thought she might fly out of
her skin.
“If you knew what fantasies I’ve had about your hair…” he whispered.
His hand slid up her narrow rib cage and covered her damp breast. Her nipple was so engorged that it
actually hurt, demanding attention. Her body swayed toward him as he smoothed both hands across the
aching peaks. Her head felt unbearably heavy and she rested it against his chest. When she opened her
mouth against his throat, his hot skin tasted slightly salty, and she could feel the thundering of his
heartbeat.
“Tory,” he said hoarsely, warningly. She kissed his throat again, passionately.
“Make love to me,” she whispered against his skin. “Please, Marc, make love to me.” Her cool hands
skimmed the small of his back as she tried to pull him even closer.
He wanted to argue that this was neither the time nor the place. It defied logic, that she would feel so
incredibly wonderful against him, that her breast fit his hand just right, that her satin skin seemed made for
his touch. That she was so perfect.
Perfectlywrong for him in every way.
He gritted his teeth as her hand skimmed across his stomach. “Seems as if neither one of us knows what
we’re doing,” Marc muttered, his voice ragged.
Tory felt the muscles under her hand tighten as he hesitated. She felt powerful.
Invincible. Gloriously
unafraid. She slid her hand down to the waistband of his briefs.
He clutched her wrist and held it away, his mouth coming down on hers in another soul-stealing kiss.
Tory pulled her arm free and wrapped it around his sleek muscled back. His body was hard and heavy
as he lowered her onto the cool bed of moss.
His mouth, fixed on hers, was greedy, devouring. He seemed to want to absorb her. He kissed her
hotly, insistently, and she gave back to him, tasting, savoring the dark flavor of him.
He lowered his mouth to taste one breast and Tory jerked as his hair brushed her skin.
The touch of his
hot, wet mouth on her breast was electrifying.
She felt the rasp of his teeth on her nipple, and she arched her back as the hard length of his arousal
pressed at the juncture of her thighs. Moaning, she greedily ran her mouth over any part of him she could
reach. He tasted so good, she couldn’t get enough of him. His skin was like hot satin here, rough there.
She savored every new texture.
With his hands, followed by his open mouth, he caressed every exposed part of her—
first her thighs,
then down the length of her legs until she moved
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