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taste and scent of peaches mixed with the sugar to create an absolutely irresistible treat. “Even sweeter now.” Her head sagged back against his shoulder and the feeling of her melting into him made his jeans painfully tight. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered before dragging his tongue through the cream on her jaw.
    “I can’t.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to.”
    Brady growled against her skin, her words taunting him to give in.
    He traced his fingers down her belly and Joss moved her arms to let him. When he removed the Reddi-wip from her grip and sat it on the counter, she grinned over her shoulder at him. He devoured her in a kiss, loving the sweet enthusiasm of her mouth, the slip and slide of the little metal piercing, as he undid the button and zipper on her shorts.
    Yeah, he was going there all right. And, suddenly, her tongue wasn’t the only thing he needed to taste.
    He settled his hands on the waistband of her cut-offs. “Okay?”
    She nodded her face against his.
    Her jeans and panties fell to the floor. Together, they kicked them away.
    “Turn around.” When she did, he tugged at the hem of her tank. “Take this off for me, too?”
    She only broke eye contact when the shirt passed over her head. Damn if he didn’t feel her gaze right down into the tension filling his balls.
    She dropped her bra from her shoulders, then stood nude before him. Long, tan legs, chocolate brown triangle of hair at the hidden apex. Flared hips perfect for gripping. A softly rounded belly curving up to full breasts just begging to be sucked. Her wild mane of hair was dampened here and there with whipped cream and just covered the swallow above her heart, but he could still tell that the colors of the tat were striking against her skin.
    The room spun. “Jesus, Joss. You’re stunning.” He tossed his shirt to the floor, closed the space between them, and slanted his mouth over hers.
    Her hands curled around his neck and pulled him in harder, tighter. Satisfaction roared through him. Sonofabitch . What was happening here? At least he wasn’t the only one who felt this intense need, this unrelenting desire. What he didn’t understand was why it all felt so natural between them. He’d never felt anything like it. Never allowed himself to get close enough, to stay long enough, to let himself do so.
    Refusing to get caught up any deeper in his head, Brady pushed her back one step, then another, and lifted her to sit on the single stretch of counter without an overhead cabinet. Joss gasped and her nails dug into his skin, setting off a yearning to feel the pinch of her grip over every inch of his body.
    He pulled back and met her gaze, loving the haze of lust that left her green eyes just short of focused, her lips wet and swollen, her chest heaving. “Lean back.” He pressed a hand against the pale skin of her stomach. “I want you on my tongue.”
    Brady wrapped his arms under her thighs and lifted her so she sat nearer to the edge, then he dropped to his knees and placed a series of soft, sucking kisses on the insides of her thighs.
    When her legs were shaking where they lay over his shoulders, he met her heavy-lidded gaze and licked straight up through the center of her. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open on a whimper that had him straining against the fly of his jeans. And damn it all to hell but she was salty-sweet on his tongue. He’d thought of tormenting her with unending slow licks of whipped cream from her pussy, but in truth he thought the addition would detract from the intoxicating smell and taste of her. All warm and rich and female musk.
    Supporting her lower back with one hand, he used his other to open her folds to his tongue’s exploration. He alternated long licks with quick, firm strokes, and penetrating sweeps of tongue with deep sucking draws on the swollen nerves of her clit. His brain was cataloging those things that made her cry out or her hips jerk or her hand press