before pushing into the heavy strands of silken hair and holding on tight.
She needed.
She’d ached for him in the past weeks until she’d felt as though she would go insane from the need.
Fantasies kept her distracted. Sleeplessness plagued her.
For this.
A low, throttled moan escaped her throat, where she’d hoped to keep it trapped.
As she arched closer, his arm eased around her unbruised side as his lips and tongue tasted and teased her with unbridled hunger.
The reserve he kept wrapped around himself was easing, breaking away as the fingers of his other hand moved to the front tie of the robe she wore and loosened it easily.
The edges of the thick, soft cloth fell apart, allowing a wash of cool air to ease across her overheated flesh.
A whimpering cry of pleasure filled the air around them as his hand flatted against her belly and with exquisite gentleness began to caress up her torso, until it curved beneath the swollen mound of her breast.
The kiss intensified, growing in heat and in pleasure as the pad of his thumb stroked over the tight, hard bud of her nipple.
Mica jerked her head back, desperate to breathe now, to think, just for a moment.
But he had no intentions of allowing her to find her common sense once again.
Navarro took the opportunity to lower his head to her breast, to swipe his tongue over the painfully sensitive bud.
She hadn’t noticed the rough rasp of his tongue as he kissed her. Not this time, not the time before. But as he licked her nipple like a favored treat, she felt it.
Not as rough as a cat’s tongue, just a hint of an unusual raspiness over the painfully hard tip that had the hunger for more suddenly tearing through her.
“Navarro. Again.” She wanted that lick. She wanted the feel of that roughness against her nipple one more time.
He licked again. Slow, easy, his tongue rubbing against the nerve-laden flesh as the muscles in her stomach tightened and her clit began to throb furiously.
As she arched against his mouth, the press of the steel-hard contour of his thigh inserting itself caused her teeth to clench.
To hold back the pleas.
She wanted to beg him to suck her nipple.
God, would begging help? Would he just do it then? Just part his lips and suck her inside . . .
“Oh yes.” The hiss should have shocked her. She was certain it would later, once the cold light of day and reality intruded upon her once again.
For now, there was only the most exquisite pleasure in the world.
Looking down, she watched. She couldn’t help but watch. His black eyes stared up at her, narrowed and glittering with sexual heat as his lips parted and covered the small bud.
A shudder rippled through her body as her fingers clenched in his hair tighter, holding him to her as his tongue swiped over the tip and he began to suck.
“Navarro. Oh God. Yes. Suck me. Suck me harder.”
Where had those desperate words come from? The plea, filled with desperation, couldn’t have been more shocking. But still, it wasn’t shocking enough to pull her out of the heated maelstrom she was being drawn into. A vortex of incredible rapture she was loath to lose.
She couldn’t lose it. She wanted more and more.
The feel of his tongue stroking over her nipple with quick little licks had sharp flares of sensation shooting to her womb. His thigh pressed harder against the swollen flesh of her pussy, the hard muscle clenching, the tiny flex against her clit spiking the pleasure rushing through her.
More. She just wanted more.
A throttled groan rasped in his chest as she felt his hand stroking from the curve of her breast to her hip. Sucking her nipple deeper, harder, lighting flares of explosive through each nerve ending, he let his fingers caress from her hip to her thigh.
Mica froze. She could feel it. The threat of a growing, out-of-control rush of sensations began to build inside her.
She could feel it. It was an unending crash and surge of pleasure so intense there was no hope of
She needed.
She’d ached for him in the past weeks until she’d felt as though she would go insane from the need.
Fantasies kept her distracted. Sleeplessness plagued her.
For this.
A low, throttled moan escaped her throat, where she’d hoped to keep it trapped.
As she arched closer, his arm eased around her unbruised side as his lips and tongue tasted and teased her with unbridled hunger.
The reserve he kept wrapped around himself was easing, breaking away as the fingers of his other hand moved to the front tie of the robe she wore and loosened it easily.
The edges of the thick, soft cloth fell apart, allowing a wash of cool air to ease across her overheated flesh.
A whimpering cry of pleasure filled the air around them as his hand flatted against her belly and with exquisite gentleness began to caress up her torso, until it curved beneath the swollen mound of her breast.
The kiss intensified, growing in heat and in pleasure as the pad of his thumb stroked over the tight, hard bud of her nipple.
Mica jerked her head back, desperate to breathe now, to think, just for a moment.
But he had no intentions of allowing her to find her common sense once again.
Navarro took the opportunity to lower his head to her breast, to swipe his tongue over the painfully sensitive bud.
She hadn’t noticed the rough rasp of his tongue as he kissed her. Not this time, not the time before. But as he licked her nipple like a favored treat, she felt it.
Not as rough as a cat’s tongue, just a hint of an unusual raspiness over the painfully hard tip that had the hunger for more suddenly tearing through her.
“Navarro. Again.” She wanted that lick. She wanted the feel of that roughness against her nipple one more time.
He licked again. Slow, easy, his tongue rubbing against the nerve-laden flesh as the muscles in her stomach tightened and her clit began to throb furiously.
As she arched against his mouth, the press of the steel-hard contour of his thigh inserting itself caused her teeth to clench.
To hold back the pleas.
She wanted to beg him to suck her nipple.
God, would begging help? Would he just do it then? Just part his lips and suck her inside . . .
“Oh yes.” The hiss should have shocked her. She was certain it would later, once the cold light of day and reality intruded upon her once again.
For now, there was only the most exquisite pleasure in the world.
Looking down, she watched. She couldn’t help but watch. His black eyes stared up at her, narrowed and glittering with sexual heat as his lips parted and covered the small bud.
A shudder rippled through her body as her fingers clenched in his hair tighter, holding him to her as his tongue swiped over the tip and he began to suck.
“Navarro. Oh God. Yes. Suck me. Suck me harder.”
Where had those desperate words come from? The plea, filled with desperation, couldn’t have been more shocking. But still, it wasn’t shocking enough to pull her out of the heated maelstrom she was being drawn into. A vortex of incredible rapture she was loath to lose.
She couldn’t lose it. She wanted more and more.
The feel of his tongue stroking over her nipple with quick little licks had sharp flares of sensation shooting to her womb. His thigh pressed harder against the swollen flesh of her pussy, the hard muscle clenching, the tiny flex against her clit spiking the pleasure rushing through her.
More. She just wanted more.
A throttled groan rasped in his chest as she felt his hand stroking from the curve of her breast to her hip. Sucking her nipple deeper, harder, lighting flares of explosive through each nerve ending, he let his fingers caress from her hip to her thigh.
Mica froze. She could feel it. The threat of a growing, out-of-control rush of sensations began to build inside her.
She could feel it. It was an unending crash and surge of pleasure so intense there was no hope of
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