Vet's Desire by Angela Verdenius

gazing down at her with hot
intensity, the light brown of his eyes darkening with desire.
    He stopped
moving and her skirt swayed against their legs before growing still
as they looked at each other.
    “Tim,” she
began a little tremulously, unsure of what she was seeing, not
quite able to believe that Tim Clarke, playboy vet, was actually
attracted to her.
    She just wasn’t
the sort of woman he pursued.
    At least,
that’s what she’d thought before he started looking at her with
desire in his eyes and absolute proof pressed against her
belly.
    A nervous lick
of her lips had his gaze zeroing in on her mouth, and he lowered
his head.
    All Cindy could
do was stare up at him as he came closer…and closer…and then he was
there, his lashes sweeping down to cover the heat of his eyes, but
there was no doubting the heat of his kiss.
    He took her,
plain and simple, his lips on hers, his tongue tracing the seam of
her lips in an undeniable demand to allow him entrance.
    All she could
do was open to him, and immediately he dominated her, his tongue
sweeping in to plunder the depths, his hands at her waist and
shoulders holding her so close that they were pressed together from
chest to knees.
    And then just
when she thought he couldn’t be any more masterful, his hand at her
shoulder tangled in her hair and he angled her head expertly,
smoothly, firmly without hurting her, positioning her so he could
take total advantage of her mouth.
    He plundered
her mouth like a pirate of old, taking over, complete control.
    Making her
knees so damned weak all she could do was grab onto his shirt and
hold on.
    Sweet God have
mercy, she’d never been kissed like this before, and she’d had
quite a few kisses in the past. But no man had ever taken such
total control while ensuring she had as much pleasure as he was
taking.
    Tim did like
kissing and he did it expertly, tasting her, licking deep, taking
her essence without mercy and leaving her gasping for more.
    She wasn’t even
aware that he’d backed her across the room until her bottom hit the
table behind her. It partly brought her to her senses, but before
she could get a grasp on her swimming senses, one of his hands was
on her bottom, his palm spanning one buttock, and in several
skilled moves, he had her skirt up around her waist and his palm
sliding under the waistband of her panties. The calloused skin on
his palm was flat against her derriere, and all she could do was
press closer as his hand print seemed to burn into her suddenly
highly sensitized flesh.
    Her nipples
pebbled, pressing against his chest, and she couldn’t help but hook
one leg around his, tilting her pelvis so that she could feel his
hard thigh slide between her softer, rounder ones.
    “Oh yeah,
luscious babe,” he murmured, rubbing his thigh against her intimate
heat. “You feel so good.”
    Her blood
seemed to bubble with erotic heat, burning through her and
spreading a tingle from his palm on her bottom through to her
feminine secrets. She could feel herself getting damp, invisible
strings plucking deep inside her as his other hand released her
hair and came around to cup her throat, his thumb under her chin
tilting her head back as he released her mouth so that he could
look down into her eyes.
    Pure, unbridled
passion darkened his cheeks, making his eyes glitter almost
hedonistically, and in that second he had the stamp of a man
determined to have the object of his desire.
    Her.
    Panting a
little, she could only close her eyes in anticipation as he lowered
his head again, his lips feathering lightly against the corner of
her mouth, but when she turned her head, blindly seeking his mouth
and its hot, damp secrets, he chuckled darkly and evaded her.
    No sooner had
she opened her eyes to moan her disappointment than she could only
bite her lip as his mouth, that dark, magic, wicked mouth, found
her pulse and pressed a kiss there before he laved it roughly with
his tongue, working the skin, pressing the flat