first, just a gentle caress, a simple brushing of mouths in a fleeting touch. Once, twice, three times. He moaned, threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me closer as he deepened the kiss. And when I felt his tongue meet my own, my entire body melted into him. Kissing me slowly, he prolonged it, teasingly, before pulling back.
His eyes never deviated from mine as he reached for the hem of my shirt, holding it…waiting. He said nothing, but the look he slanted me was both hopeful and hesitant. He was giving me a chance to stop him, but hoping that I wouldn’t.
I didn’t.
Instead, I raised my hands. His face broke into a huge grin as he pulled the material free from my body and tossed it to the floor. My bra followed shortly after. It felt like this was happening so fast, but also like I’d been waiting forever. My emotions were so enflamed, I needed this. I needed him . I’d never really comprehended the gravity of the word need before, but when he put his hands on me I finally understood. Mark’s touch was as necessary to my existence as my next breath.
Staring at me, his blue eyes seemed even darker than usual as they burned with hunger. Cupping my breast in his palm, he maintained eye contact as he brought his mouth, slowly—achingly so—to my nipple. Jolts of electricity sizzled through my body as his tongue peeked out and circled the outer rim before sucking it deep into his mouth.
“God, that feels amazing.” I exhaled.
My head fell back and I closed my eyes, drowning in the ecstasy of his tongue on my skin. And while his mouth left a trail of heat behind everywhere it touched, my hands greedily explored the planes of hard, muscular flesh. He began to alternate nibbling bites with the wet caresses of his mouth moving up my chest, over my neck and settling on my ear. His hot, moist breath wafted across my skin. “Just so we don’t misinterpret anything, I intend to bury myself deep inside you tonight.”
His words sent a shockingly intense jolt of arousal through my body. A shiver overtook me at the same time moisture pooled at the juncture between my thighs. My response was delivered breathlessly. “Just so we’re clear, I intend to let you.”
His mouth was on mine again as he stood quickly, lifting me along with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me. It seemed to take forever to reach his bedroom. He stopped, pressing me against the wall and kissing me senseless so many times along the way I lost count. Every time he did, my hands locked in his hair and pulled him ravenously to me. I was starving for him. We finally made it to the bedroom, both panting and impatient.
“Off.” He growled, edgily, as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my pants.
“Bossy.” I countered, smiling. What can I say, his bossy turned me on.
I removed my pants quickly, and when I looked up again and took in the sight of his naked body for the first time. My mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara. I knew he was impressive, but this was so much better than anything I’d imagined—and believe me, I’d imagined a lot.
His skin was the perfect shade of golden bronze. His body, strong and athletic, defined with muscle—he actually had a perfect six-pack of abs. And, oh my God, the sexy vee of his hipbones had my hands suddenly itch to touch him. My mouth watered in anticipation of tracing every one of his taut muscles and delineated lines with my tongue.
“Something wrong?” Amusement filled his voice.
“Absolutely nothing.”
He grinned, stepping toward me with the dangerous gleam of a predator in his eye. My knees hit the back of the bed and he pushed me, gently, until I was lying on my back. “I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this,” he said, inching over me.
We hadn’t known each other long, but I suddenly couldn’t remember a single detail of my life before I met him. “Me too,” I returned, eyes locked onto his.
He lowered his weight carefully
His eyes never deviated from mine as he reached for the hem of my shirt, holding it…waiting. He said nothing, but the look he slanted me was both hopeful and hesitant. He was giving me a chance to stop him, but hoping that I wouldn’t.
I didn’t.
Instead, I raised my hands. His face broke into a huge grin as he pulled the material free from my body and tossed it to the floor. My bra followed shortly after. It felt like this was happening so fast, but also like I’d been waiting forever. My emotions were so enflamed, I needed this. I needed him . I’d never really comprehended the gravity of the word need before, but when he put his hands on me I finally understood. Mark’s touch was as necessary to my existence as my next breath.
Staring at me, his blue eyes seemed even darker than usual as they burned with hunger. Cupping my breast in his palm, he maintained eye contact as he brought his mouth, slowly—achingly so—to my nipple. Jolts of electricity sizzled through my body as his tongue peeked out and circled the outer rim before sucking it deep into his mouth.
“God, that feels amazing.” I exhaled.
My head fell back and I closed my eyes, drowning in the ecstasy of his tongue on my skin. And while his mouth left a trail of heat behind everywhere it touched, my hands greedily explored the planes of hard, muscular flesh. He began to alternate nibbling bites with the wet caresses of his mouth moving up my chest, over my neck and settling on my ear. His hot, moist breath wafted across my skin. “Just so we don’t misinterpret anything, I intend to bury myself deep inside you tonight.”
His words sent a shockingly intense jolt of arousal through my body. A shiver overtook me at the same time moisture pooled at the juncture between my thighs. My response was delivered breathlessly. “Just so we’re clear, I intend to let you.”
His mouth was on mine again as he stood quickly, lifting me along with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me. It seemed to take forever to reach his bedroom. He stopped, pressing me against the wall and kissing me senseless so many times along the way I lost count. Every time he did, my hands locked in his hair and pulled him ravenously to me. I was starving for him. We finally made it to the bedroom, both panting and impatient.
“Off.” He growled, edgily, as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my pants.
“Bossy.” I countered, smiling. What can I say, his bossy turned me on.
I removed my pants quickly, and when I looked up again and took in the sight of his naked body for the first time. My mouth was suddenly as dry as the Sahara. I knew he was impressive, but this was so much better than anything I’d imagined—and believe me, I’d imagined a lot.
His skin was the perfect shade of golden bronze. His body, strong and athletic, defined with muscle—he actually had a perfect six-pack of abs. And, oh my God, the sexy vee of his hipbones had my hands suddenly itch to touch him. My mouth watered in anticipation of tracing every one of his taut muscles and delineated lines with my tongue.
“Something wrong?” Amusement filled his voice.
“Absolutely nothing.”
He grinned, stepping toward me with the dangerous gleam of a predator in his eye. My knees hit the back of the bed and he pushed me, gently, until I was lying on my back. “I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this,” he said, inching over me.
We hadn’t known each other long, but I suddenly couldn’t remember a single detail of my life before I met him. “Me too,” I returned, eyes locked onto his.
He lowered his weight carefully
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