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Authors: Julie Kenner
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Wanted to lose himself in her.
Devin heard a moan, realized it came from him, and knew the world was reeling beneath him.
Paris slipped her finger back into the drink, but this time, instead of raising it to her own lips, she gently grazed his mouth with her moist fingertip. So tender. So inviting.
Craving a deeper taste, Devin drew her finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue over her flesh, reveling in her sweet flavor. Paris shut her eyes, but Devin didn't need to see those liquid brown pools to know she was aroused.
Just as Devin closed his own eyes, Paris withdrew her finger and shifted so their hips no longer touched. His body lamented as he opened his eyes and saw that she'd slid away. Now she leaned against the table, her gaze locked on him, one finger in her mouth. This time the gesture wasn't seductive. Instead, she was nibbling on a fingernail.
Basic, primal need crashed over him.
Was she having second thoughts? Please, no. She'd already taken him to the brink, and the thought of not having her, not touching her was unbearable. He wanted to keep them in this moment with a desperation he'd never felt before. He needed to let the feeling grow, to explore her finger until he knew every taste, every crevice. And then to do the same with every soft, perfect inch of her.
"What did you want to ask me?" He kept his voice low, willing her back to him.
Her smile was fragile. "I shouldn't … we shouldn't…" Paris took a deep breath, then looked down at the table.
Devin could tell she was torn, and he stiffened, waiting for her to decide. Everything he wanted in the universe hinged on which way she would come down.
When she lifted her eyes to meet his, he thought he saw an invitation. Devin relaxed, and the earth continued to spin.
"I wanted to know if you really just wanted to run your hands through my hair." She looked away as she spoke, and his heart swelled at her sudden shyness.
Devin held on to the moment for as long as he dared. He wanted to burn that instant into his memory. The way she looked, magnetic, electric, blazing. Her voice, husky with lust. Her scent, flowers and musk.
He stroked her cheek, his fingertips light enough to feel the fine hairs on her perfect skin. Paris closed her eyes again, her lips slightly parted. He caressed her face, outlined her mouth with his fingertips, stopping finally to cup her chin. When he had taken as much as he could from the moment, he brushed his lips over hers.
"Is that what you've been wanting to do?" he asked.
A sparkle in her eyes. A hint of a smile. She shook her head, no.
Before Devin could register confusion, she continued. "No. I wanted to do this."
In one movement, she caught his mouth with her kiss. Bold and deep, the kiss was hungry, devouring, nothing like Devin's sensual tease. This was a full-blown kiss. Torrid, lustful, enthusiastic and unmistakably sexy.
Devin returned her ardor. Her mouth was moist and ready for him, and he explored her with his tongue, even as his hands glided over the curve of her neck and the arch of her back. Despite the awkward position, their bodies fit perfectly.
More. He needed to know the rest of her.
"Maybe it's time I walk you to your room," he said, pulling away just enough to look at her. It was a strain for him to get the words out.
Paris 's eyes told him what he wanted to know. "Yeah. Maybe it is."
Hours seemed to pass before they settled the bill and caught the elevator. During that eternity they held hands, not saying a word, electricity arcing between them. "What floor are you on?"
"Thirty-five," she said, punching the number.
"You should have taken a room in the single digits. This elevator's horribly slow. I'm not sure I can wait until thirty-five."
With a gleam in her eye, she looked down at the obvious bulge in the front of his slacks. "No, maybe you can't."
Devin pulled her in front of him, his erection pressing against the thin dress and her soft flesh underneath. "Do you have any idea how
Devin heard a moan, realized it came from him, and knew the world was reeling beneath him.
Paris slipped her finger back into the drink, but this time, instead of raising it to her own lips, she gently grazed his mouth with her moist fingertip. So tender. So inviting.
Craving a deeper taste, Devin drew her finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue over her flesh, reveling in her sweet flavor. Paris shut her eyes, but Devin didn't need to see those liquid brown pools to know she was aroused.
Just as Devin closed his own eyes, Paris withdrew her finger and shifted so their hips no longer touched. His body lamented as he opened his eyes and saw that she'd slid away. Now she leaned against the table, her gaze locked on him, one finger in her mouth. This time the gesture wasn't seductive. Instead, she was nibbling on a fingernail.
Basic, primal need crashed over him.
Was she having second thoughts? Please, no. She'd already taken him to the brink, and the thought of not having her, not touching her was unbearable. He wanted to keep them in this moment with a desperation he'd never felt before. He needed to let the feeling grow, to explore her finger until he knew every taste, every crevice. And then to do the same with every soft, perfect inch of her.
"What did you want to ask me?" He kept his voice low, willing her back to him.
Her smile was fragile. "I shouldn't … we shouldn't…" Paris took a deep breath, then looked down at the table.
Devin could tell she was torn, and he stiffened, waiting for her to decide. Everything he wanted in the universe hinged on which way she would come down.
When she lifted her eyes to meet his, he thought he saw an invitation. Devin relaxed, and the earth continued to spin.
"I wanted to know if you really just wanted to run your hands through my hair." She looked away as she spoke, and his heart swelled at her sudden shyness.
Devin held on to the moment for as long as he dared. He wanted to burn that instant into his memory. The way she looked, magnetic, electric, blazing. Her voice, husky with lust. Her scent, flowers and musk.
He stroked her cheek, his fingertips light enough to feel the fine hairs on her perfect skin. Paris closed her eyes again, her lips slightly parted. He caressed her face, outlined her mouth with his fingertips, stopping finally to cup her chin. When he had taken as much as he could from the moment, he brushed his lips over hers.
"Is that what you've been wanting to do?" he asked.
A sparkle in her eyes. A hint of a smile. She shook her head, no.
Before Devin could register confusion, she continued. "No. I wanted to do this."
In one movement, she caught his mouth with her kiss. Bold and deep, the kiss was hungry, devouring, nothing like Devin's sensual tease. This was a full-blown kiss. Torrid, lustful, enthusiastic and unmistakably sexy.
Devin returned her ardor. Her mouth was moist and ready for him, and he explored her with his tongue, even as his hands glided over the curve of her neck and the arch of her back. Despite the awkward position, their bodies fit perfectly.
More. He needed to know the rest of her.
"Maybe it's time I walk you to your room," he said, pulling away just enough to look at her. It was a strain for him to get the words out.
Paris 's eyes told him what he wanted to know. "Yeah. Maybe it is."
Hours seemed to pass before they settled the bill and caught the elevator. During that eternity they held hands, not saying a word, electricity arcing between them. "What floor are you on?"
"Thirty-five," she said, punching the number.
"You should have taken a room in the single digits. This elevator's horribly slow. I'm not sure I can wait until thirty-five."
With a gleam in her eye, she looked down at the obvious bulge in the front of his slacks. "No, maybe you can't."
Devin pulled her in front of him, his erection pressing against the thin dress and her soft flesh underneath. "Do you have any idea how
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