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button of his pants, slid down the zipper and paused. In the dim light of her bedside lamp, he watched as a battle played out behind her eyes before she slid her hands up his body.
She inched closer, her eyes locked on his. Her long brown hair teased his skin, darkening the room further as her face hovered inches above his.
“Could you stop now?” her low voice taunted.
“Hannah,” he threatened as her mouth came even closer, the heat from her breath wetting his lips.
“What about now?” She licked her lips, her tongue coming so close to his lips he felt her, but she never touched him.
“Anything you want,” he ground out, forcing himself to be still. He wanted to touch her, but even more than that, he wanted to find out just how she wanted to play.
She licked her lips again, the tip of her tongue caressing his bottom lip. As she retreated, he followed her, maintaining the contact until she jerked away.
He lay back down in an invitation for her to continue her delicious tormenting. She looked so delectable in how she teased. The lace barely stretched over her heaving breasts, the dusty rose-colored nipples straining at the textured fabric, the flare of her hips as she sat atop him.
That kind of beautiful made a man ache to lose himself in her. He unclenched his fisted hands and wrapped his fingers around her hips. He wouldn’t rush her, he just needed more contact.
Her grin went wicked as she leaned down and kissed him so gently he felt her smile. He captured her mouth with his own, deepening the kiss. As she opened for him, he traced his fingers up her back and pulled down the straps to bare her shoulders.
She pulled away slightly, accusation in her gaze. “Are you looking for something?”
He planted an open-mouthed kiss on her bare shoulder in response.
“I thought my outfit inspired you,” she said sitting up, pulling the straps to her shoulders.
“It inspires me to want more.” He walked his fingers up her bent knees, up her thighs, under the skirt of her nightie.
“More of me?” she asked breathily.
He nodded and reminded himself he’d promised to stop if she asked. He had to stay in control of his body. Though from her position, she must know how out of control the situation had grown.
“How much more?” she asked, lifting the hem over his fingers to the flare of her hip.
His hands chased the edge as she inched it up ever so slowly. She pulled past the matching lace thong, leaving Mason to wonder just how far Hannah took her bikini wax.
“This much?” she asked, stopping just above her navel.
“More,” he said, recognizing the pleading tone in his voice. She so had him. And it felt so damned good.
She drew the material slowly over her stomach, her ribcage, finishing the motion with a flourish as she pulled the nightie off her breasts and over her head. Her rosy nipples looked as happy to be free of their lace prison as he was happy to see them. “Could you stop now, Mason?” she asked, rubbing her hands across the muscles of his shoulders as she leaned down until her nipples grazed his chest.
He bit his lip as he nodded, meeting her challenge. Just how far would she take this?
Lowering herself farther, she kissed him. He deepened the kiss, savoring every nuance of her pliant mouth. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest. He skimmed his hands from her hips up her body to the swell of her breasts. He swallowed her gasp as his fingers slowly traced the outer edges. As she pulled back, he stayed with her until he had her in the palms of his hands. He squeezed gently, passing his thumbs over her hardened buds.
“You like them,” she said, pressing herself into his hands. “Could you stop without having tasted them?”
He froze, unsure. Could he really?
“Taste me,” she whispered, leaning down and allowing him access with his mouth.
He went for it, rolling her nipple on his tongue before bringing it into his mouth with one long, hard pull. She moaned and her hand
She inched closer, her eyes locked on his. Her long brown hair teased his skin, darkening the room further as her face hovered inches above his.
“Could you stop now?” her low voice taunted.
“Hannah,” he threatened as her mouth came even closer, the heat from her breath wetting his lips.
“What about now?” She licked her lips, her tongue coming so close to his lips he felt her, but she never touched him.
“Anything you want,” he ground out, forcing himself to be still. He wanted to touch her, but even more than that, he wanted to find out just how she wanted to play.
She licked her lips again, the tip of her tongue caressing his bottom lip. As she retreated, he followed her, maintaining the contact until she jerked away.
He lay back down in an invitation for her to continue her delicious tormenting. She looked so delectable in how she teased. The lace barely stretched over her heaving breasts, the dusty rose-colored nipples straining at the textured fabric, the flare of her hips as she sat atop him.
That kind of beautiful made a man ache to lose himself in her. He unclenched his fisted hands and wrapped his fingers around her hips. He wouldn’t rush her, he just needed more contact.
Her grin went wicked as she leaned down and kissed him so gently he felt her smile. He captured her mouth with his own, deepening the kiss. As she opened for him, he traced his fingers up her back and pulled down the straps to bare her shoulders.
She pulled away slightly, accusation in her gaze. “Are you looking for something?”
He planted an open-mouthed kiss on her bare shoulder in response.
“I thought my outfit inspired you,” she said sitting up, pulling the straps to her shoulders.
“It inspires me to want more.” He walked his fingers up her bent knees, up her thighs, under the skirt of her nightie.
“More of me?” she asked breathily.
He nodded and reminded himself he’d promised to stop if she asked. He had to stay in control of his body. Though from her position, she must know how out of control the situation had grown.
“How much more?” she asked, lifting the hem over his fingers to the flare of her hip.
His hands chased the edge as she inched it up ever so slowly. She pulled past the matching lace thong, leaving Mason to wonder just how far Hannah took her bikini wax.
“This much?” she asked, stopping just above her navel.
“More,” he said, recognizing the pleading tone in his voice. She so had him. And it felt so damned good.
She drew the material slowly over her stomach, her ribcage, finishing the motion with a flourish as she pulled the nightie off her breasts and over her head. Her rosy nipples looked as happy to be free of their lace prison as he was happy to see them. “Could you stop now, Mason?” she asked, rubbing her hands across the muscles of his shoulders as she leaned down until her nipples grazed his chest.
He bit his lip as he nodded, meeting her challenge. Just how far would she take this?
Lowering herself farther, she kissed him. He deepened the kiss, savoring every nuance of her pliant mouth. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest. He skimmed his hands from her hips up her body to the swell of her breasts. He swallowed her gasp as his fingers slowly traced the outer edges. As she pulled back, he stayed with her until he had her in the palms of his hands. He squeezed gently, passing his thumbs over her hardened buds.
“You like them,” she said, pressing herself into his hands. “Could you stop without having tasted them?”
He froze, unsure. Could he really?
“Taste me,” she whispered, leaning down and allowing him access with his mouth.
He went for it, rolling her nipple on his tongue before bringing it into his mouth with one long, hard pull. She moaned and her hand
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