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wine. She gestured for him to sit, so he did. He wasn’t a man of many words and tended to be comfortable with silence. This silence unsettled him, mostly because he was waiting to see what she did.
She took several gulps of wine and set her glass on the table beside the couch. She moved swiftly. Before he knew what happened, she turned to him, slid her palm up his chest, along his neck and stroked her fingers into his hair.
“Before I lose my nerve...”
She whispered those words as she tugged him down to meet her lips. That was it. His restraint went up in smoke. When her lips met his, he sensed the barest thread of hesitance, as if she wasn’t sure he wanted to kiss her. Oh, he wanted. And he damn well wanted to make sure she didn’t wonder for a second just how much. He managed to set his beer on the coffee table without breaking free and immediately threaded his hand into the silky fall of her hair. He pulled back a fraction, bringing his hand to cup her cheek and tracing her lips with his thumb. Her eyes opened. For a flash, he saw the uncertainty he sensed, but she masked it quickly. He wanted to say something, but words would nudge her into thinking, and thinking might not be such a good idea right this second.
He closed the distance between their lips again. He tried to start slow, oh he tried, but he failed spectacularly. The moment she gasped against his lips, he dove into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Kissing Becca was like being thrust into a fire. Lust surged through him. Her tongue stroked against his in a sensuous tangle. When she moaned into his mouth, he tore his lips free, licking and nipping his way down her neck. He adjusted his position on the couch and dragged her onto his lap. She didn’t hesitate and sat astride him, dusting his face with kisses, nipping at his earlobe and nearly driving him wild with every touch.
He paused to look at her. Her hair fell in a rumple around her shoulders. Her blue eyes were dark with desire, and her skin flushed. Her breasts strained against her blouse as she breathed in gasps. He trailed his fingers down the side of her neck, savoring the beat of her pulse under his touch, and moved down into the vee of her blouse, her skin damp under his fingers. For so damn long, he’d shoved fantasies about her away, hoping if he ignored them long enough, eventually they’d go away. But now, here she was. He could barely catch his breath against the desire streaking through him, twisting him in its coils.
He dragged his finger under the edge of her blouse and nudged it to the side. Her breath came in soft pants. He could feel the beat of her heart, pounding in tune with his own. He began to methodically unbutton her blouse. When it fell open, he slowly pushed it off her shoulders. He’d have expected practical from her, but she wore a barely there bra, her nipples taut against the fabric, dusky and pink under the sheer cream silk. He didn’t hesitate and cupped her full breasts with his hands, dragging his thumbs back and forth across her nipples. She arched into his touch, crying out when he gave in to temptation and closed his mouth over one of her nipples.
He poured years of desire into every touch. He drew his tongue in slow circles around her nipple, waiting until her breath came in broken gasps before he drew the taut peak into his mouth, biting down softly, savoring her sharp gasp and the flex of her body under his hands. He gave the same attention to her other nipple, all the while trailing his fingers in slow circles over her breasts.
***
Becca tumbled into sensation, need rolling through her as Aidan tugged her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He turned the same attention to her other nipple, while dragging his thumb back and forth over the damp silk. Her breasts were heavy and aching. Desire twisted through her, hot liquid need pulsing with every beat of her heart. She sat astride him, the heat of his shaft hard against her. He
She took several gulps of wine and set her glass on the table beside the couch. She moved swiftly. Before he knew what happened, she turned to him, slid her palm up his chest, along his neck and stroked her fingers into his hair.
“Before I lose my nerve...”
She whispered those words as she tugged him down to meet her lips. That was it. His restraint went up in smoke. When her lips met his, he sensed the barest thread of hesitance, as if she wasn’t sure he wanted to kiss her. Oh, he wanted. And he damn well wanted to make sure she didn’t wonder for a second just how much. He managed to set his beer on the coffee table without breaking free and immediately threaded his hand into the silky fall of her hair. He pulled back a fraction, bringing his hand to cup her cheek and tracing her lips with his thumb. Her eyes opened. For a flash, he saw the uncertainty he sensed, but she masked it quickly. He wanted to say something, but words would nudge her into thinking, and thinking might not be such a good idea right this second.
He closed the distance between their lips again. He tried to start slow, oh he tried, but he failed spectacularly. The moment she gasped against his lips, he dove into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Kissing Becca was like being thrust into a fire. Lust surged through him. Her tongue stroked against his in a sensuous tangle. When she moaned into his mouth, he tore his lips free, licking and nipping his way down her neck. He adjusted his position on the couch and dragged her onto his lap. She didn’t hesitate and sat astride him, dusting his face with kisses, nipping at his earlobe and nearly driving him wild with every touch.
He paused to look at her. Her hair fell in a rumple around her shoulders. Her blue eyes were dark with desire, and her skin flushed. Her breasts strained against her blouse as she breathed in gasps. He trailed his fingers down the side of her neck, savoring the beat of her pulse under his touch, and moved down into the vee of her blouse, her skin damp under his fingers. For so damn long, he’d shoved fantasies about her away, hoping if he ignored them long enough, eventually they’d go away. But now, here she was. He could barely catch his breath against the desire streaking through him, twisting him in its coils.
He dragged his finger under the edge of her blouse and nudged it to the side. Her breath came in soft pants. He could feel the beat of her heart, pounding in tune with his own. He began to methodically unbutton her blouse. When it fell open, he slowly pushed it off her shoulders. He’d have expected practical from her, but she wore a barely there bra, her nipples taut against the fabric, dusky and pink under the sheer cream silk. He didn’t hesitate and cupped her full breasts with his hands, dragging his thumbs back and forth across her nipples. She arched into his touch, crying out when he gave in to temptation and closed his mouth over one of her nipples.
He poured years of desire into every touch. He drew his tongue in slow circles around her nipple, waiting until her breath came in broken gasps before he drew the taut peak into his mouth, biting down softly, savoring her sharp gasp and the flex of her body under his hands. He gave the same attention to her other nipple, all the while trailing his fingers in slow circles over her breasts.
***
Becca tumbled into sensation, need rolling through her as Aidan tugged her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He turned the same attention to her other nipple, while dragging his thumb back and forth over the damp silk. Her breasts were heavy and aching. Desire twisted through her, hot liquid need pulsing with every beat of her heart. She sat astride him, the heat of his shaft hard against her. He
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