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Authors: Amy Jo Cousins
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broken sounds of pleasure, though, triggered a change in his caresses, one that had her gasping at the sudden rush of heat through her veins. His lips raced over her face, leaving heat blooming in flushed flowers everywhere he touched, until he came back to her mouth and the fierceness of his kiss, the strength in the pressure of his hand on the back of her head, arched her deeper into his kiss.
This wasn’t home. It was a wild, crazy, whirlwind tour of damp jungles and sun-soaked beaches, sparkling flavors bursting in her mouth and a million sensations she’d never felt, sights she’d never seen, compressed into a kiss that exploded in her body at mach speed.
He’d let go of her hands along the way and now she found herself bracing them on his knees as she leaned across the gap between them. In a second, he’d grabbed them again and with a sharp tug, pulled her out of her seat and over to him. The kiss didn’t break and it was the most natural thing in the world for her to straddle his thighs with her own, as he sat in the chair, and climb onto his lap.
Tyler groaned beneath her. “You’re killing me.” He pressed his face into her chest and took a deep breath. His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly to him. When he looked back up at her, his eyes were laughing. “I imagined you like this when you first walked in here and straddled that bar chair.” He pulled one hand between them and traced a path down her throat, past the open neck of her blouse, stopping at the highest button. He popped it open and raised an eyebrow. “Of course, you were naked.” Another pop. “In my fantasy.”
“I was, was I?” For once her eyes were on a level with his and she read in them a dark desire for her that had her draping her arms languidly over his shoulders, her hands curving back to play idly in the hair at the nape of his neck. A reckless kind of power filled her as he tipped his head forward, encouraging her to let her fingers roam more widely. She danced her touch lightly over the warm skin just beneath the collar of his shirt. His hands fell to rest gently on her hips. She tipped his head up with a gentle pressure beneath his chin and raised an eyebrow at him in teasing question, “But I’m not naked now. How disappointing that must be for you.”
“That can be fixed.” The lightening surge of energy as he seized her mouth was exactly what she needed to make her forget. Forget why this was wrong. Forget who she was. Who she was pretending to be.
Just let me have this right now, she begged and didn’t know to whom she was pleading. Herself. Tyler. Let me have this heat, this mindless sensation. Let me just be Grace. No questions, no lies. And let me have this man.
Then words left her and she was pure driven sensation alone, swallowing his breath as she chased his mouth with her own. She bit his lip gently when he dragged his mouth away from hers for a moment, and then gasped as his tongue thrust again into her mouth. She pushed her hands frantically through his hair, grasping the strands forcefully to hold him still as she attacked his mouth.
His hands pulled at the front of her blouse, the backs of his fingers brushing her bare stomach as he tugged the tails of her shirt free and pulled the last buttons through. The air was cool on her flushed skin as he pushed the lapels of her shirt wide open, baring her silk bra. He tore his mouth from hers and pulled back, capturing her eyes with his own for one hungry moment. Then he lowered his gaze, and so did she.
She watched him as, ignoring the bra clasp, he pulled the cups of her bra down and bared her breasts. Her nipples were hard, craving his touch, as the bra lifted them, pushed them higher to his waiting mouth. He lowered his head.
Heat burst through her and an aching bloomed between her legs that was almost painful with the wanting of him. His mouth was warm and wet as his tongue stroked her, the breath he blew on her wet nipple both cold and
This wasn’t home. It was a wild, crazy, whirlwind tour of damp jungles and sun-soaked beaches, sparkling flavors bursting in her mouth and a million sensations she’d never felt, sights she’d never seen, compressed into a kiss that exploded in her body at mach speed.
He’d let go of her hands along the way and now she found herself bracing them on his knees as she leaned across the gap between them. In a second, he’d grabbed them again and with a sharp tug, pulled her out of her seat and over to him. The kiss didn’t break and it was the most natural thing in the world for her to straddle his thighs with her own, as he sat in the chair, and climb onto his lap.
Tyler groaned beneath her. “You’re killing me.” He pressed his face into her chest and took a deep breath. His arms wrapped around her and held her tightly to him. When he looked back up at her, his eyes were laughing. “I imagined you like this when you first walked in here and straddled that bar chair.” He pulled one hand between them and traced a path down her throat, past the open neck of her blouse, stopping at the highest button. He popped it open and raised an eyebrow. “Of course, you were naked.” Another pop. “In my fantasy.”
“I was, was I?” For once her eyes were on a level with his and she read in them a dark desire for her that had her draping her arms languidly over his shoulders, her hands curving back to play idly in the hair at the nape of his neck. A reckless kind of power filled her as he tipped his head forward, encouraging her to let her fingers roam more widely. She danced her touch lightly over the warm skin just beneath the collar of his shirt. His hands fell to rest gently on her hips. She tipped his head up with a gentle pressure beneath his chin and raised an eyebrow at him in teasing question, “But I’m not naked now. How disappointing that must be for you.”
“That can be fixed.” The lightening surge of energy as he seized her mouth was exactly what she needed to make her forget. Forget why this was wrong. Forget who she was. Who she was pretending to be.
Just let me have this right now, she begged and didn’t know to whom she was pleading. Herself. Tyler. Let me have this heat, this mindless sensation. Let me just be Grace. No questions, no lies. And let me have this man.
Then words left her and she was pure driven sensation alone, swallowing his breath as she chased his mouth with her own. She bit his lip gently when he dragged his mouth away from hers for a moment, and then gasped as his tongue thrust again into her mouth. She pushed her hands frantically through his hair, grasping the strands forcefully to hold him still as she attacked his mouth.
His hands pulled at the front of her blouse, the backs of his fingers brushing her bare stomach as he tugged the tails of her shirt free and pulled the last buttons through. The air was cool on her flushed skin as he pushed the lapels of her shirt wide open, baring her silk bra. He tore his mouth from hers and pulled back, capturing her eyes with his own for one hungry moment. Then he lowered his gaze, and so did she.
She watched him as, ignoring the bra clasp, he pulled the cups of her bra down and bared her breasts. Her nipples were hard, craving his touch, as the bra lifted them, pushed them higher to his waiting mouth. He lowered his head.
Heat burst through her and an aching bloomed between her legs that was almost painful with the wanting of him. His mouth was warm and wet as his tongue stroked her, the breath he blew on her wet nipple both cold and
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