not
enough.
She made an impatient sound. While she’d
never liked kissing, if he was going to kiss her, he should kiss
her. This game was frustrating. Grabbing his head with one hand,
she pulled him closer.
This time his mouth opened over hers, gave
her full contact. Now his tongue swept inside, surprising her with
his controlled passion. This wasn’t like the others; it felt good.
Really good. So good, she started to lose her head.
His hand cradled her head, gently holding her
steady. When his body joined hers on the bed, she blinked in
surprise, but the kisses soon dragged her back down. There were
covers between them, after all. One hand curved behind her back,
pulling her closer, showing her how good it felt to press against
him. She whimpered her encouragement.
Boldly, he swept down the covers and snuggled
closer. The kisses alternated on her lips and ears, trailed down
her jaw and caressed her neck. The hand on her back slid down to
cup the curve of her behind, massaging, pulling her closer.
She should have objected. Should have said
no. Instead she gasped, unable to remember why this was a problem.
It had just been so long since she’d felt pleasure of any kind, and
he was giving her his full attention. Pitiful, but she was starving
for his touch…any touch.
If she couldn’t have love, then at least she
could have this.
Heaven help her, the man was gorgeous, nice,
and he wanted her. It was all she could ever hope for, and she
would take it.
Her sleeveless linen shirt twisted around
her, the soft fabric suddenly chaffing. Fallon sat up and pulled it
off her, sinking back down into a kiss before she could object to
the exposure. His weight was so good, the sensation of his leather
vest on her naked breasts exciting, scary in its newness. She
didn’t want to stop.
He lifted from her slightly and stared at her
breasts, then slowly licked his lips.
She shivered and covered them.
Smiling wickedly, he covered her hands with
his and rotated.
Shocked, she yanked hers away and gasped as
his hands took over, massaging, pinching her nipples, causing a
wicked fire to race through her blood. She arched under his
hands.
He kissed her, took his time to deeply
explore her mouth and lifted to watch her. “Want it, sweetheart?
Need it?” he whispered rakishly. “Have some.” His mouth closed
around her nipple, gently bit.
Rain’s body arched off the bed. She moaned
his name and closed her eyes as his hands reached under her to grip
her butt.
Bursts of pleasure raced through her, causing
white hot flashes of light behind her lids. What was this? It went
on and on and ebbed, only to rise again and consume her.
She was so hot. Couldn’t get enough, but when
she tugged at his vest, wanting closer contact, he slipped down her
body instead.
“No, love. Tonight is all about you. You want
to invite my pleasure another night, I’ll be happy to oblige. For
now…just enjoy.” His tongue caressed her belly, lapped at her
navel, dipped inside. Kissed the skin just above her pants. Taking
his time, he untied the bow of her drawstring trousers.
Rain knew what came next, trembled in
anticipation. She’d heard about it, wanted it. Wasn’t about to tell
him no if he wanted to do it. This was better than the Bell, better
than…wait! What was she thinking? The Bell was safe, in its way. He
wasn’t. “Wait! Uh. Oh. Ahhh….” His fingers had slipped below the
pants, which he’d inched down. He had her clitoris in between his
thumb and fingers and was gently massaging.
“More?” he said suggestively, and lowered
them a fraction. “Do you want my kiss there, too, baby? Say
it.”
“Say what?” She couldn’t think.
“Tell me that you’re wet, dreaming of my
kisses. Tell me that you want my kisses there.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. Say, ‘Fallon’.”
“Fallon.”
“I want your kisses.”
“I-I want your kisses.” She moaned in
pleasure as he rewarded her, then squirmed when he
enough.
She made an impatient sound. While she’d
never liked kissing, if he was going to kiss her, he should kiss
her. This game was frustrating. Grabbing his head with one hand,
she pulled him closer.
This time his mouth opened over hers, gave
her full contact. Now his tongue swept inside, surprising her with
his controlled passion. This wasn’t like the others; it felt good.
Really good. So good, she started to lose her head.
His hand cradled her head, gently holding her
steady. When his body joined hers on the bed, she blinked in
surprise, but the kisses soon dragged her back down. There were
covers between them, after all. One hand curved behind her back,
pulling her closer, showing her how good it felt to press against
him. She whimpered her encouragement.
Boldly, he swept down the covers and snuggled
closer. The kisses alternated on her lips and ears, trailed down
her jaw and caressed her neck. The hand on her back slid down to
cup the curve of her behind, massaging, pulling her closer.
She should have objected. Should have said
no. Instead she gasped, unable to remember why this was a problem.
It had just been so long since she’d felt pleasure of any kind, and
he was giving her his full attention. Pitiful, but she was starving
for his touch…any touch.
If she couldn’t have love, then at least she
could have this.
Heaven help her, the man was gorgeous, nice,
and he wanted her. It was all she could ever hope for, and she
would take it.
Her sleeveless linen shirt twisted around
her, the soft fabric suddenly chaffing. Fallon sat up and pulled it
off her, sinking back down into a kiss before she could object to
the exposure. His weight was so good, the sensation of his leather
vest on her naked breasts exciting, scary in its newness. She
didn’t want to stop.
He lifted from her slightly and stared at her
breasts, then slowly licked his lips.
She shivered and covered them.
Smiling wickedly, he covered her hands with
his and rotated.
Shocked, she yanked hers away and gasped as
his hands took over, massaging, pinching her nipples, causing a
wicked fire to race through her blood. She arched under his
hands.
He kissed her, took his time to deeply
explore her mouth and lifted to watch her. “Want it, sweetheart?
Need it?” he whispered rakishly. “Have some.” His mouth closed
around her nipple, gently bit.
Rain’s body arched off the bed. She moaned
his name and closed her eyes as his hands reached under her to grip
her butt.
Bursts of pleasure raced through her, causing
white hot flashes of light behind her lids. What was this? It went
on and on and ebbed, only to rise again and consume her.
She was so hot. Couldn’t get enough, but when
she tugged at his vest, wanting closer contact, he slipped down her
body instead.
“No, love. Tonight is all about you. You want
to invite my pleasure another night, I’ll be happy to oblige. For
now…just enjoy.” His tongue caressed her belly, lapped at her
navel, dipped inside. Kissed the skin just above her pants. Taking
his time, he untied the bow of her drawstring trousers.
Rain knew what came next, trembled in
anticipation. She’d heard about it, wanted it. Wasn’t about to tell
him no if he wanted to do it. This was better than the Bell, better
than…wait! What was she thinking? The Bell was safe, in its way. He
wasn’t. “Wait! Uh. Oh. Ahhh….” His fingers had slipped below the
pants, which he’d inched down. He had her clitoris in between his
thumb and fingers and was gently massaging.
“More?” he said suggestively, and lowered
them a fraction. “Do you want my kiss there, too, baby? Say
it.”
“Say what?” She couldn’t think.
“Tell me that you’re wet, dreaming of my
kisses. Tell me that you want my kisses there.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. Say, ‘Fallon’.”
“Fallon.”
“I want your kisses.”
“I-I want your kisses.” She moaned in
pleasure as he rewarded her, then squirmed when he
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