trailing kisses along her belly.
Lucky writhed against the sheets. “Wow, that feels nice.”
“You think so?” He pushed the shirt up higher, exposing her lacy bra. She thanked the heavens for the miracle of dirty laundry. Normally she wore simple cotton bras because they didn’t itch as much when she worked out in the heat. Feeling feminine and sexy, she allowed him to pull the shirt up over her head and toss it to the floor.
He reached around her back and flipped the hooks open, sliding the straps down her arms, her breasts spilling out.
Lucky had always been a little self-conscious about her breasts. Growing up as a tomboy, they were annoying and in the way. Not until she’d met Sean had she realized how prized they were by men.
Isaac cupped one with his big, rough hand and flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“Sweet tea and grits!” she called out.
He chuckled and did it again.
Her back arched off the bed as if it had a mind of its own, pushing her breast deeper into Isaac’s mouth. Lucky’s breath caught and held, waiting for him to stroke her again.
When he did, a sharp zing of electricity sang through her veins, headed south to her core, awakening fires long banked. She feverishly worked the buttons on his chambray shirt, desire pushing her faster. Nothing less than skin on skin would do. When she released the last button, she pushed the shirt over his shoulders.
He leaned back, shucked the shirt and stood and slipped out of his jeans.
Lucky’s throat dried and her tongue swiped over her lips.
The man was beautiful, not an ounce of fat anywhere. His shoulders were wide, his arms bulged with well-defined muscles and his broad chest narrowed to a trim waist.
As her gaze wandered farther south, her belly tightened and her eyes widened. His cock jutted out long, hard and thick. Her pussy clenched, a wash of juices slicking the channel in anticipation.
When he reached for the snap on her jeans, she suddenly became conscious of where she was and what she was doing. “Wait.” She crossed her hands over her crotch. “We really shouldn’t. You’re the boss. I didn’t come to the Triple J to seduce you.”
Isaac laughed aloud. “You’re seducing me?”
She frowned. “Well, yes.”
“Then I’m not doing this right.” He shook his head, urging her hands aside with his. Then he bent to kiss her along the waistband of her jeans. “I should be wooing you, making you crazy with desire until you lose yourself in the moment.” He blew a stream of warm air into the gap between her jeans and her belly, then kissed her skin there. “I should make you want me so much that you wouldn’t even realize I was stripping the clothes from your beautiful, incredibly sexy body.”
“I’m not beautiful,” she said, but she didn’t stop him when he tugged the zipper down and dragged her jeans from her legs.
His gazed raked over her from her breasts to her sex, his eyes darkening in the moonlight. “You don’t see what I see.”
“No, but I see you.” Caught up in his seduction, she reached out to touch his hip, her hand sliding over the hard contours of his ass, loving how taut and firm he was.
His fingers wove through the hair at the apex of her thighs, parting her folds to that little nubbin she’d been stroking when she’d watched Audrey and Jackson get it on in the storeroom. The image of the lovers going at it among the boxes sent blasts of lust through her, and she let her knees fall to the side, inviting him in.
His first stroke against her clit had her digging her heels into the mattress. The second made her rise to greet the third and fourth. “If this is seduction, I’m a complete amateur.”
Isaac parted her folds and bent, placing his face close to her pulsing clit and blowing on the hot little bundle of excited nerves.
Her eyes widened and she tensed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sealing the deal. Once you’ve had this, there will be no going back.”
Unable
Lucky writhed against the sheets. “Wow, that feels nice.”
“You think so?” He pushed the shirt up higher, exposing her lacy bra. She thanked the heavens for the miracle of dirty laundry. Normally she wore simple cotton bras because they didn’t itch as much when she worked out in the heat. Feeling feminine and sexy, she allowed him to pull the shirt up over her head and toss it to the floor.
He reached around her back and flipped the hooks open, sliding the straps down her arms, her breasts spilling out.
Lucky had always been a little self-conscious about her breasts. Growing up as a tomboy, they were annoying and in the way. Not until she’d met Sean had she realized how prized they were by men.
Isaac cupped one with his big, rough hand and flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“Sweet tea and grits!” she called out.
He chuckled and did it again.
Her back arched off the bed as if it had a mind of its own, pushing her breast deeper into Isaac’s mouth. Lucky’s breath caught and held, waiting for him to stroke her again.
When he did, a sharp zing of electricity sang through her veins, headed south to her core, awakening fires long banked. She feverishly worked the buttons on his chambray shirt, desire pushing her faster. Nothing less than skin on skin would do. When she released the last button, she pushed the shirt over his shoulders.
He leaned back, shucked the shirt and stood and slipped out of his jeans.
Lucky’s throat dried and her tongue swiped over her lips.
The man was beautiful, not an ounce of fat anywhere. His shoulders were wide, his arms bulged with well-defined muscles and his broad chest narrowed to a trim waist.
As her gaze wandered farther south, her belly tightened and her eyes widened. His cock jutted out long, hard and thick. Her pussy clenched, a wash of juices slicking the channel in anticipation.
When he reached for the snap on her jeans, she suddenly became conscious of where she was and what she was doing. “Wait.” She crossed her hands over her crotch. “We really shouldn’t. You’re the boss. I didn’t come to the Triple J to seduce you.”
Isaac laughed aloud. “You’re seducing me?”
She frowned. “Well, yes.”
“Then I’m not doing this right.” He shook his head, urging her hands aside with his. Then he bent to kiss her along the waistband of her jeans. “I should be wooing you, making you crazy with desire until you lose yourself in the moment.” He blew a stream of warm air into the gap between her jeans and her belly, then kissed her skin there. “I should make you want me so much that you wouldn’t even realize I was stripping the clothes from your beautiful, incredibly sexy body.”
“I’m not beautiful,” she said, but she didn’t stop him when he tugged the zipper down and dragged her jeans from her legs.
His gazed raked over her from her breasts to her sex, his eyes darkening in the moonlight. “You don’t see what I see.”
“No, but I see you.” Caught up in his seduction, she reached out to touch his hip, her hand sliding over the hard contours of his ass, loving how taut and firm he was.
His fingers wove through the hair at the apex of her thighs, parting her folds to that little nubbin she’d been stroking when she’d watched Audrey and Jackson get it on in the storeroom. The image of the lovers going at it among the boxes sent blasts of lust through her, and she let her knees fall to the side, inviting him in.
His first stroke against her clit had her digging her heels into the mattress. The second made her rise to greet the third and fourth. “If this is seduction, I’m a complete amateur.”
Isaac parted her folds and bent, placing his face close to her pulsing clit and blowing on the hot little bundle of excited nerves.
Her eyes widened and she tensed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sealing the deal. Once you’ve had this, there will be no going back.”
Unable
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