Wicked Intentions by Linda Verji Page B

it across her naked skin. He settled for crossing the expanse of the kitchen to stand behind her.
    She jumped when he pressed his chest to her shoulder blades. She pressed a palm to her breast while her head turned sharply and anxious eyes met his. Taking in a sharp breath, she gasped, “You scared me.”
    “Sorry.” His attention was on her lush lips. Today at work, they were all he could think of, along with the warmth of her body and how right it felt to be near her.
    “I didn’t even know you were back,” she said.
    “I’m back.” He bent his head to place his lips on hers. It was only meant to be a quick ‘hello’ kiss but then she turned in his arms it morphed into so much more. He took her mouth, enjoying the slight taste of chicken and lemon that lingered on her breath and her quick response to him. Her tongue darted into his mouth to tango with his in a mating dance. The more he tasted her, the more he wanted and his lips hardened on hers.
    Her whimper of response and the seductive smoothing of her palm along his arms and shoulders were enough to make him gather her tightly against him. Her breasts were sealed so tightly against his broad chest that he could feel the aroused points digging into him. Jesus . She wasn’t wearing a bra. His cock lengthened in response and he pressed it against her stomach. Her response was a roll of her taut tummy that had him groaning in her mouth. “Shakira,”
    He lowered his hands to her ass, ready to carry her somewhere where he could strip her of her clothes and have his fill of her. If it wasn’t for the sudden popping sound behind them, he probably would have too. Shakira yanked her mouth from his and turned. “The food.”
    “Damn,” he mumbled in disappointment. He kept his hands on her hips even as she turned to full face the cooker and fiddle with the chicken.
    Maybe she could push away her passion that easily but Nathan couldn’t. Burning with need, he buried his forehead in her hair and pressed his swollen dick on the small of her back.
    “Nathan,” she protested. “I’m cooking.”
    He wasn’t beyond begging. “Please, baby!”
    “Later,” she said but she didn’t swat his hand away when he fit it beneath the waist band of her shorts and panties or as he smoothed his palm over the tight curls covering her mound. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp when he fit two fingers between her pussy lips.
    “You’re already wet for me,” he whispered when her slick heat covered his fingers. Only a shrapnel of common sense made him reach towards the cooker with his free hand and switch off the burner. He was hungry but not for food.
    “Nathan, stop,” she whimpered but spread her legs to give him easier access. He flicked her nub and earned himself a slow twirl of her hips. He bent his knees, needing to feel that movement. When the rounded globes of her ass rubbed against his cock, Nathan nearly came in his pants.
    This was insanity. What was it about this woman that had him behaving like a young school-boy, frantic to get in her pants and holding on by only a thin thread? What was it about her that made him want to hold her – made him want to crawl into her skin and become a part of her? He needed her out of his system.
    Her erotic movements and pussy opening up under his ministrations chased away any rational thoughts. He inched his hand beneath her t-shirt and up to her tit, molding the firm flesh and worrying her clit as she ground against his cock. The moment he pushed one finger into her tight pussy, she arched her back, pressing her head into his shoulder.
    “Shit,” he groaned. She was so tight, so warm, so wet. He needed to get in there.
     
    Her body was on her fire. The flames of desire licked at her, unforgiving in their determination to break down any thoughts she might’ve had of stopping him. Shakira was too far gone to protest when Nathan dragged her shorts and her panties down her legs and threw them to the corner of the kitchen or