Too Much Temptation by Lori Foster Page A

from her body and, using both hands, tweaked her nipples again, leaving them damp and ultrasensitive in the afternoon air. “Bend your knees,” he directed softly, “and spread your thighs as wide as you can.”
    She did, but Noah helped her, opening her legs more, moving her so that her feet were flat on the mattress at either side of his knees.
    She was wide open, vulnerable, and willing. “Now try to hold real still, sweetheart,” Noah murmured. “I know it won’t be easy, but do as I tell you.”
    He opened her sex with one hand and with the other he began rhythmically petting her, using his fingertips to rasp up and over her clitoris, gently, purposely, again and again.
    Every so often he dipped between her lips, gathering and spreading her moisture, altering his movements to keep her from coming too soon. He wanted the pleasure to build and build until Grace totally lost it.
    He wanted to know that he’d pushed her over the edge and given her a mind-blowing orgasm.
    It didn’t take him long. Minutes later, Grace was crying out, panting. She couldn’t hold still and squirmed against him in blind carnality. Her head rolled on his shoulder, and Noah felt her soft, silky hair all over his chest. “You ready, Gracie?” he asked, knowing he was beyond ready himself. He kissed her temple.
    Grace answered with a rough moan.
    “All right.” Feeling like a world conqueror, Noah concentrated his touch just right. Grace’s heart thundered, she stiffened, and then, with a harsh cry, she broke.
    “That’s it, Grace,” he encouraged, almost as wild as she. “Hell yes. You can move now, honey. Any way you want to.”
    She did, countering the stroke of his fingers, crying and shuddering and lifting her hips in frantic rhythm. Noah loved every second of it, her eagerness, her lack of inhibition.
    When her body finally went lax and boneless against his, Noah cupped his warm palm over her mound, gently holding in the feelings for her.
    Choking on unrecognizable emotions, he whispered, “Christ, you’re beautiful, Grace.”
    She turned her face so that her cheek nuzzled his chest and mumbled an incoherent reply. Noah carefully turned her, then lowered her to her stomach beside him on the bed. Other than a deep sigh, she didn’t move. He reached over her for another condom, rolled it on, then knelt behind her.
    “I’m going to take you again, Grace,” he told her as he looked at her naked back. “God knows I shouldn’t be hard again this soon, but you affect me.”
    The fingers of her left hand fluttered, as if giving permission. If it hadn’t been for that small movement, Noah might have thought she slept, she was so still.
    He shook his head, delighted with her, then picked up a fat bed pillow, slid his forearm under her to scoop up her hips and shoved the pillow beneath her until she was practically on her knees.
    Having her bottom in the air pulled Grace from her lethargy real quick. Alarmed, Grace looked back at him. “Noah, what…”
    He held her still with a hand flattened on the small of her back. Seeing her so provocatively posed made Noah’s muscles cramp. With a groan, he laid down over her and easily pushed into her body.
    “Tell me if I hurt you, honey.” Though Grace was wet and tender, she was unused to physical excess, and Noah knew it was too soon to be taking her again; he just couldn’t seem to moderate himself around her, not his thoughts, not his emotions, not his sexual need.
    Still, she quickly got into his cadence and within ten strokes Noah was ready. He drove harder, faster, enjoying the slapping sound of his abdomen on her behind, the way her back arched and her hair flowed around her shoulders.
    Just as he felt the churning pleasure start, Grace tensed and she, too, came with a long, low, lazy moan.
    They collapsed together. The position was awkward, but neither of them was anxious to move. And that suited Noah just fine.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so