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Catching her around the waist, he stepped down two of the stairs to keep them both from falling. Her hands came against his biceps and her soft brown eyes peered up at his, her lips parted with residual surprise.
Their close contact arrowed straight through his armor. Storm be damned. She slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders, enough of an invitation for him. He leaned down to kiss her. She parted her lips, encouraging him more. Lifting her, he turned and put her on the step above him. Now she was more at his level, though still not taller than him.
This was just like one of his fantasies.
Impassioned beyond awareness of anything but her, he kissed her harder, the fervor to have her too much to bear. He cupped her butt. She had such a nice little butt.
Pulling back to catch her breath, Gemma’s passion poured from her eyes as she moved her hands over his chest, running one over his badge, down to the flat plane of his stomach and then back up again, until she put her palms on his cheeks. Rising up onto her toes, she kissed him reverently.
Wrapping her in a firmer embrace, he took over the kiss in a mindless attempt to assuage the fire roaring through him. She lowered her hands and he felt her fingers at the waist of his pants, at the belt that held his gear and gun.
He stopped kissing her and lifted the skirt of her sundress. She pulled it over her head. This was happening too fast. The thought came and went when she tossed the dress down onto the stair beside her and her breasts stood out at him. She was everything he’d imagined when he’d first seen her in the dress. With one arm anchoring her, he bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He was bone-hard for her. No way could he stop now.
Raising his head, he saw her face flushed with equal abandon and couldn’t wait any longer. Neither could she. She began tugging harder at his belt. Releasing her, he removed his phone and gun. She took them from him and placed them on the floor at the top of the stairs, out of the way. He slid his belt free and dropped it over the railing. Sitting down on one of the stairs, Gemma leaned backward, arching her body. All she had on was the thong that served as a patch of underwear. The sight of her drove him mad with lust.
Leaning over her, he reached for her underwear. She touched his face and he kissed her while he pulled her thong down her soft, smooth legs. Tossing it over the railing, he pushed his pants down to his ankles and knelt between her knees. He ran his hands up her calves, her thighs, over the curve of her hips, and finally to her breasts. He held them as he kissed them and tasted her with his tongue.
Her hands caressed his rear and his back muscles. He lost his breath and rose up to look at her. Rising up more, he feasted his eyes on every inch of her body.
“Damn,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her fingers curled around his erection and guided him to her. He hooked an arm under her waist and probed her, sinking into her wetness. Her panting breaths mirrored his.
He kissed her hard as he thrust back and forth. She put her hands against the edge of the floor at the top of the stairs to keep from bumping her head. The sight of her was so erotic, so sexually stimulating that he lost himself to it, to her and the gripping intensity of her flesh hugging him as he drove deep and withdrew.
A shattering cry erupted from her, then another, louder one. She kept crying out. He slowed and felt her contractions, doing his best to draw out her pleasure. But the sweet, slow friction drove him beyond his threshold. He thrust harder, pounding into her over and over, catapulting himself into an unbearably sensational release.
Reality returned with brutal speed. With his hands on the top step on either side of her, he met her now-uncertain gaze. Cursing himself for losing control like this, he caught his breath before facing what was sure to come. Awkwardness. Questions on what this meant. Where would it
Their close contact arrowed straight through his armor. Storm be damned. She slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders, enough of an invitation for him. He leaned down to kiss her. She parted her lips, encouraging him more. Lifting her, he turned and put her on the step above him. Now she was more at his level, though still not taller than him.
This was just like one of his fantasies.
Impassioned beyond awareness of anything but her, he kissed her harder, the fervor to have her too much to bear. He cupped her butt. She had such a nice little butt.
Pulling back to catch her breath, Gemma’s passion poured from her eyes as she moved her hands over his chest, running one over his badge, down to the flat plane of his stomach and then back up again, until she put her palms on his cheeks. Rising up onto her toes, she kissed him reverently.
Wrapping her in a firmer embrace, he took over the kiss in a mindless attempt to assuage the fire roaring through him. She lowered her hands and he felt her fingers at the waist of his pants, at the belt that held his gear and gun.
He stopped kissing her and lifted the skirt of her sundress. She pulled it over her head. This was happening too fast. The thought came and went when she tossed the dress down onto the stair beside her and her breasts stood out at him. She was everything he’d imagined when he’d first seen her in the dress. With one arm anchoring her, he bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He was bone-hard for her. No way could he stop now.
Raising his head, he saw her face flushed with equal abandon and couldn’t wait any longer. Neither could she. She began tugging harder at his belt. Releasing her, he removed his phone and gun. She took them from him and placed them on the floor at the top of the stairs, out of the way. He slid his belt free and dropped it over the railing. Sitting down on one of the stairs, Gemma leaned backward, arching her body. All she had on was the thong that served as a patch of underwear. The sight of her drove him mad with lust.
Leaning over her, he reached for her underwear. She touched his face and he kissed her while he pulled her thong down her soft, smooth legs. Tossing it over the railing, he pushed his pants down to his ankles and knelt between her knees. He ran his hands up her calves, her thighs, over the curve of her hips, and finally to her breasts. He held them as he kissed them and tasted her with his tongue.
Her hands caressed his rear and his back muscles. He lost his breath and rose up to look at her. Rising up more, he feasted his eyes on every inch of her body.
“Damn,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her fingers curled around his erection and guided him to her. He hooked an arm under her waist and probed her, sinking into her wetness. Her panting breaths mirrored his.
He kissed her hard as he thrust back and forth. She put her hands against the edge of the floor at the top of the stairs to keep from bumping her head. The sight of her was so erotic, so sexually stimulating that he lost himself to it, to her and the gripping intensity of her flesh hugging him as he drove deep and withdrew.
A shattering cry erupted from her, then another, louder one. She kept crying out. He slowed and felt her contractions, doing his best to draw out her pleasure. But the sweet, slow friction drove him beyond his threshold. He thrust harder, pounding into her over and over, catapulting himself into an unbearably sensational release.
Reality returned with brutal speed. With his hands on the top step on either side of her, he met her now-uncertain gaze. Cursing himself for losing control like this, he caught his breath before facing what was sure to come. Awkwardness. Questions on what this meant. Where would it
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