trainer?” she asked breathlessly as he came closer, brushing against her,
staring down at her with his heated gaze.
What did she want? Information or that hard, hot body moving against her, over her? Her
body was screaming for sex, her mind demanding answers and she was having trouble
deciding exactly which she wanted to give in to first.
“Hand-to-hand combat and weapons.” His head lowered, his lips brushed against her ear.
“You were a very good student too.” One hand gripped her hip and jerked her against the
steel-hard wedge of his cock beneath his pants as his fingers tangled in her hair to draw her
head back. “Teacher’s pet, actually.” His lips brushed hers.
Lilly caught her breath. She wasn’t a virgin, and if she had been this man’s lover then she
knew damned good and well she wasn’t inexperienced. But she felt innocent, caught in a web
of seduction and pleasure that was sensed rather than remembered, as she held her breath,
waiting for his kiss.
“Why are you here, Lilly? Information, or this?” He asked the question that raged through
her mind, but he gave her no chance to answer.
His lips pressed against hers, parted them, sipped from her as though arousal were an
ambrosia and he was dying for more.
His tongue stroked over her lips then slipped inside, caressed her tongue, licked, tasted. A
hum of pleasure left her as she felt her hands moving slowly up his hard arms. Over muscle
and flesh, tough, invincible, as he pulled her closer and lifted her tighter against him.
The hard proof of his erection nudged at her pussy. It pressed against her clit, rubbed the
material of her silk panties and the silk lining of her own leathers against the dampening folds
between her thighs.
Sexual need, excitement, and a rush of emotions that made no sense crowded in on her. Her
flesh heated, burned. Wherever he touched, wherever the warmth of his body caressed her,
triggered such a rush of pleasure racing through her that she felt dizzy.
Her knees were weakening. Didn’t that only happen in books and movies? Not in real life?
A moan whispered from her lips as her hands pushed into his hair, gripping the long
strands, feeling the coarseness of it, the cool, achingly familiar touch of it.
So little in her life was familiar anymore. This, though, this rocked through her system with
an awareness that she had been here before, that she had missed this, needed it. There was
also an assurance that she hadn’t had enough of it. Not yet. Perhaps never.
His kiss was black magic, there was just no other word for it.
“Travis.” She whispered his name as his lips slid to her cheek, the curve of her jaw, to her
neck.
Nerve endings tingled with a rush of pure sensation, white hot and intense as it washed
through her body.
Callused fingertips moved beneath the snug top she wore, caressed up, cupped . . . Jerking
her head back, Lilly fought to hold on to a sense of balance as the pad of his thumb raked over
her nipple while pressing beneath the lace of her bra.
It was exquisite.
As she arched against him her legs parted further for the hard thigh pressing between them,
lifting her, forcing her to ride the hard contours of his thigh as she ground her pussy against
him.
She ached. Oh God, she ached as though sex were more than a want, as though it were
imperative to her very being. A cascade of heated sensations flooded her body, dampening her
sex, clenching the intimate muscles as she fought to catch her breath.
Catching her breath wasn’t that easy. Each time she tried, he did something else, something
sexy and exciting. Something that burned over sensitive flesh and raced over her nerve
endings.
Pulling the lace of her bra to the side, he exposed the hard tip of her nipple to the cool air of
the room, then to the incredible heat of his mouth.
Fighting to keep her eyes open, Lilly stared down at him, watching as his cheeks hollowed
around the tight tip, the way his
staring down at her with his heated gaze.
What did she want? Information or that hard, hot body moving against her, over her? Her
body was screaming for sex, her mind demanding answers and she was having trouble
deciding exactly which she wanted to give in to first.
“Hand-to-hand combat and weapons.” His head lowered, his lips brushed against her ear.
“You were a very good student too.” One hand gripped her hip and jerked her against the
steel-hard wedge of his cock beneath his pants as his fingers tangled in her hair to draw her
head back. “Teacher’s pet, actually.” His lips brushed hers.
Lilly caught her breath. She wasn’t a virgin, and if she had been this man’s lover then she
knew damned good and well she wasn’t inexperienced. But she felt innocent, caught in a web
of seduction and pleasure that was sensed rather than remembered, as she held her breath,
waiting for his kiss.
“Why are you here, Lilly? Information, or this?” He asked the question that raged through
her mind, but he gave her no chance to answer.
His lips pressed against hers, parted them, sipped from her as though arousal were an
ambrosia and he was dying for more.
His tongue stroked over her lips then slipped inside, caressed her tongue, licked, tasted. A
hum of pleasure left her as she felt her hands moving slowly up his hard arms. Over muscle
and flesh, tough, invincible, as he pulled her closer and lifted her tighter against him.
The hard proof of his erection nudged at her pussy. It pressed against her clit, rubbed the
material of her silk panties and the silk lining of her own leathers against the dampening folds
between her thighs.
Sexual need, excitement, and a rush of emotions that made no sense crowded in on her. Her
flesh heated, burned. Wherever he touched, wherever the warmth of his body caressed her,
triggered such a rush of pleasure racing through her that she felt dizzy.
Her knees were weakening. Didn’t that only happen in books and movies? Not in real life?
A moan whispered from her lips as her hands pushed into his hair, gripping the long
strands, feeling the coarseness of it, the cool, achingly familiar touch of it.
So little in her life was familiar anymore. This, though, this rocked through her system with
an awareness that she had been here before, that she had missed this, needed it. There was
also an assurance that she hadn’t had enough of it. Not yet. Perhaps never.
His kiss was black magic, there was just no other word for it.
“Travis.” She whispered his name as his lips slid to her cheek, the curve of her jaw, to her
neck.
Nerve endings tingled with a rush of pure sensation, white hot and intense as it washed
through her body.
Callused fingertips moved beneath the snug top she wore, caressed up, cupped . . . Jerking
her head back, Lilly fought to hold on to a sense of balance as the pad of his thumb raked over
her nipple while pressing beneath the lace of her bra.
It was exquisite.
As she arched against him her legs parted further for the hard thigh pressing between them,
lifting her, forcing her to ride the hard contours of his thigh as she ground her pussy against
him.
She ached. Oh God, she ached as though sex were more than a want, as though it were
imperative to her very being. A cascade of heated sensations flooded her body, dampening her
sex, clenching the intimate muscles as she fought to catch her breath.
Catching her breath wasn’t that easy. Each time she tried, he did something else, something
sexy and exciting. Something that burned over sensitive flesh and raced over her nerve
endings.
Pulling the lace of her bra to the side, he exposed the hard tip of her nipple to the cool air of
the room, then to the incredible heat of his mouth.
Fighting to keep her eyes open, Lilly stared down at him, watching as his cheeks hollowed
around the tight tip, the way his
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