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the same to him, each touch, each tingle making her more aware of maleness. Of him. Of all the possibilities.
He kissed her deeply, their breath mingling. The cushions yielded, then cradled her body. His hand moved up and down her back before sliding to her hip.
Although she was covered from shoulder to ankle, she was grateful the gossamer fabric didn’t offer much of a barrier to his warm skin. If only he would touch her in other places. Her breasts, between her legs…she didn’t want him to stop.
She touched his shoulders, his broad back, then his cool, silky hair. He broke the kiss, then pressed his mouth against her neck. She slipped her hands under his loose shirt to feel the delicious heat of his bare skin. He moved lower and, through the fabric took her right breast in his mouth.
The unexpected contact made her cry out in pleasure. Her nipples were hard and the wet gentle sucking drew up fire from the very center of her. Wanting was everywhere. Her bones were liquid, her very cells crying out for more and more and more.
It was a level of passion she’d never experienced before, a need that went so deep, she knew she would die if he didn’t take her. She pulled frantically at his shirt. He sat up enough to remove it, then grabbed the front vee of her dress and ripped it in two.
The fabric gave instantly and she was naked before him. She shrugged out of the shredded material and reached for him.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire. “You are so perfect.”
He looked at her, all of her, then touched her breasts with his finger. That single finger trailed down her belly. Down and down until her breath caught as she waited for what he would do to her.
No one had ever stared at her with such intensity, such possession. She should have been shy or worried about those extra fifteen pounds. Instead she watched him watch her and felt that place between her legs swell in anticipation.
At last he touched her there. A lone stroke that made her legs fall open and her breath catch. Then he was lowering himself to lick her belly before settling between her thighs with an intimate kiss that made her moan.
She was already trembling and close and desperate. He moved against her with a sureness that allowed her to relax into the experience even as tension tightened every muscle in her body. She clutched at pillows, dug her heels into the carpet and offered herself to him.
He cupped her hips, his fingers kneading her skin. His tongue moved against her in a steady rhythm she couldn’t resist. Powerful tension and hunger burned until the trembling became shaking and her breath was only gasps.
Over and over he touched her, pushing her closer. She arched her head back and raced toward the moment when she would—
Her orgasm claimed her like a desert storm—fast and beautiful and out of control. She cried out as every part of her pulsed. He continued to move his tongue against her, easing her through her pleasure, drawing the last drop from her. When she was finally still, stunned by the power of her body’s reaction to him, he quickly pulled off his trousers and plunged into her.
He was thick and hard and stretched her to perfection.She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper, wanting to take all of him. She opened her eyes and found him watching her, his gaze intense. She couldn’t look away. She could only watch the play of sexual tension across his face and know when he was getting close.
It was a level of intimacy completely unfamiliar to her, and even though it was frightening, she couldn’t look away. Then he pushed in a little deeper and hit a spot that made her insides clench. An unexpected release claimed her again. She breathed his name. Her eyes closed. Seconds later, he groaned and was still.
Kateb wanted to tell himself he had taken Victoria unaware of who she was. That his need had been powerful and she had been conveniently naked. But through every stroke of their
He kissed her deeply, their breath mingling. The cushions yielded, then cradled her body. His hand moved up and down her back before sliding to her hip.
Although she was covered from shoulder to ankle, she was grateful the gossamer fabric didn’t offer much of a barrier to his warm skin. If only he would touch her in other places. Her breasts, between her legs…she didn’t want him to stop.
She touched his shoulders, his broad back, then his cool, silky hair. He broke the kiss, then pressed his mouth against her neck. She slipped her hands under his loose shirt to feel the delicious heat of his bare skin. He moved lower and, through the fabric took her right breast in his mouth.
The unexpected contact made her cry out in pleasure. Her nipples were hard and the wet gentle sucking drew up fire from the very center of her. Wanting was everywhere. Her bones were liquid, her very cells crying out for more and more and more.
It was a level of passion she’d never experienced before, a need that went so deep, she knew she would die if he didn’t take her. She pulled frantically at his shirt. He sat up enough to remove it, then grabbed the front vee of her dress and ripped it in two.
The fabric gave instantly and she was naked before him. She shrugged out of the shredded material and reached for him.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice low and thick with desire. “You are so perfect.”
He looked at her, all of her, then touched her breasts with his finger. That single finger trailed down her belly. Down and down until her breath caught as she waited for what he would do to her.
No one had ever stared at her with such intensity, such possession. She should have been shy or worried about those extra fifteen pounds. Instead she watched him watch her and felt that place between her legs swell in anticipation.
At last he touched her there. A lone stroke that made her legs fall open and her breath catch. Then he was lowering himself to lick her belly before settling between her thighs with an intimate kiss that made her moan.
She was already trembling and close and desperate. He moved against her with a sureness that allowed her to relax into the experience even as tension tightened every muscle in her body. She clutched at pillows, dug her heels into the carpet and offered herself to him.
He cupped her hips, his fingers kneading her skin. His tongue moved against her in a steady rhythm she couldn’t resist. Powerful tension and hunger burned until the trembling became shaking and her breath was only gasps.
Over and over he touched her, pushing her closer. She arched her head back and raced toward the moment when she would—
Her orgasm claimed her like a desert storm—fast and beautiful and out of control. She cried out as every part of her pulsed. He continued to move his tongue against her, easing her through her pleasure, drawing the last drop from her. When she was finally still, stunned by the power of her body’s reaction to him, he quickly pulled off his trousers and plunged into her.
He was thick and hard and stretched her to perfection.She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper, wanting to take all of him. She opened her eyes and found him watching her, his gaze intense. She couldn’t look away. She could only watch the play of sexual tension across his face and know when he was getting close.
It was a level of intimacy completely unfamiliar to her, and even though it was frightening, she couldn’t look away. Then he pushed in a little deeper and hit a spot that made her insides clench. An unexpected release claimed her again. She breathed his name. Her eyes closed. Seconds later, he groaned and was still.
Kateb wanted to tell himself he had taken Victoria unaware of who she was. That his need had been powerful and she had been conveniently naked. But through every stroke of their
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