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it. She couldn't let him kiss her into mindless submission.
He lifted his mouth and she knew this was her last chance to stop herself from surrendering completely to him. Appealing to that streak of innate chivalry she knew he had, she called on her acting ability and gasped a protest. “Jade.”
“What is it?” His mouth wandered over her throat.
“You're too heavy. You're hurting me.”
He lifted up at once. “I'm sorry, honey. Where did I hurt you? I'll kiss the ache away.” With one smooth movement, he raised her sweater and fastened his warm mouth on her bare midriff. Without any recourse to acting ability, she gasped. He laughed softly, his breath fanning her skin. He pushed her sweater away and those devastating lips ascended ever closer to the warm curve contained in the silk of her bra. When his mouth touched the soft underside of her curved flesh, she gasped again.
“What an innocent you are.”
“I'm not…” Why she was denying it, she had no idea. She had never exchanged intimacies with Marc like this. The few times he had made a fumbling pass at her, she had laughed and knocked his hand away. She wasn't laughing now, and she wasn't pushing Jade away.
“Lift your arms,” Jade murmured in her ear.
“No.”
As if she hadn't said the word, he picked up her arm and freed it from her sweater. In one deft move, he had the sweater over her head and off her other arm. Cool air wafted over her skin. Caught in wanting him to look at her and knowing she shouldn't allow it, she twisted her head to one side, a small moaning sound of protest coming from her throat. With unerring precision he placed his lips on the soft triangle where the sound vibrated.
Against her throat he murmured, “Don't be shy, sweetheart. You're beautiful. So beautiful.” He breathed the words against her skin huskily, his lips feathering over her. “Let me look at you.” He slid his hands under her, undid the clasp of her bra, untangled her arms from the straps and tossed it aside. She heard it hit the floor. She shuddered and clasped his back, knowing that her resistance was weakening. His mouth teased her, played with the fullness of her rounded curve without touching that delicate, taut center. She moaned again, this time with need. Buried in her mind, those stolen moments with him in the arbor surfaced, and she shook with the anticipation. She wanted to feel his mouth on her naked skin again, his lips and his tongue moistly caressing her. He strung out the agony, exploring her breast from every direction, the side, the top, underneath, while his other hand played tantalizingly over her other breast. “You don't want me to do this to you, do you, Raine? I can almost hear that mental battle going on inside your head. And yet you can't stop me. You love the way I make you feel, so wanton, and wanting me.”
“No,” she murmured. "Jade, let me…” She wasn't sure what she was going to ask him to do, but he stopped her words and all coherent thought by taking the dark burgundy center that ached for him into his mouth. Her instant shuddering reaction made a ripple of sexual excitement drive through his body. Her excitement fed his, and his fueled hers. They were caught in an endless spiral of pleasure given and received. She lifted her hands to his head and clasped his nape. The flicking motion of his tongue drove her into a primitive state that was sheer bliss. She was all femininity, the perfect receiver of his masculine adoration. Everything he did to her was so right, so right…for he was in her power, too. Each caress, each touch of his hand, each soft love word murmured against her skin told her how much he enjoyed touching her, stroking her, pleasuring her. “Unzip my jeans, baby. Touch me. I ache to feel of your fingers around me.”
Trembling, she found the fly of his jeans and had the brass pull in her fingers when the torturing ecstasy of his mouth left her. He pushed up, pulling out of
He lifted his mouth and she knew this was her last chance to stop herself from surrendering completely to him. Appealing to that streak of innate chivalry she knew he had, she called on her acting ability and gasped a protest. “Jade.”
“What is it?” His mouth wandered over her throat.
“You're too heavy. You're hurting me.”
He lifted up at once. “I'm sorry, honey. Where did I hurt you? I'll kiss the ache away.” With one smooth movement, he raised her sweater and fastened his warm mouth on her bare midriff. Without any recourse to acting ability, she gasped. He laughed softly, his breath fanning her skin. He pushed her sweater away and those devastating lips ascended ever closer to the warm curve contained in the silk of her bra. When his mouth touched the soft underside of her curved flesh, she gasped again.
“What an innocent you are.”
“I'm not…” Why she was denying it, she had no idea. She had never exchanged intimacies with Marc like this. The few times he had made a fumbling pass at her, she had laughed and knocked his hand away. She wasn't laughing now, and she wasn't pushing Jade away.
“Lift your arms,” Jade murmured in her ear.
“No.”
As if she hadn't said the word, he picked up her arm and freed it from her sweater. In one deft move, he had the sweater over her head and off her other arm. Cool air wafted over her skin. Caught in wanting him to look at her and knowing she shouldn't allow it, she twisted her head to one side, a small moaning sound of protest coming from her throat. With unerring precision he placed his lips on the soft triangle where the sound vibrated.
Against her throat he murmured, “Don't be shy, sweetheart. You're beautiful. So beautiful.” He breathed the words against her skin huskily, his lips feathering over her. “Let me look at you.” He slid his hands under her, undid the clasp of her bra, untangled her arms from the straps and tossed it aside. She heard it hit the floor. She shuddered and clasped his back, knowing that her resistance was weakening. His mouth teased her, played with the fullness of her rounded curve without touching that delicate, taut center. She moaned again, this time with need. Buried in her mind, those stolen moments with him in the arbor surfaced, and she shook with the anticipation. She wanted to feel his mouth on her naked skin again, his lips and his tongue moistly caressing her. He strung out the agony, exploring her breast from every direction, the side, the top, underneath, while his other hand played tantalizingly over her other breast. “You don't want me to do this to you, do you, Raine? I can almost hear that mental battle going on inside your head. And yet you can't stop me. You love the way I make you feel, so wanton, and wanting me.”
“No,” she murmured. "Jade, let me…” She wasn't sure what she was going to ask him to do, but he stopped her words and all coherent thought by taking the dark burgundy center that ached for him into his mouth. Her instant shuddering reaction made a ripple of sexual excitement drive through his body. Her excitement fed his, and his fueled hers. They were caught in an endless spiral of pleasure given and received. She lifted her hands to his head and clasped his nape. The flicking motion of his tongue drove her into a primitive state that was sheer bliss. She was all femininity, the perfect receiver of his masculine adoration. Everything he did to her was so right, so right…for he was in her power, too. Each caress, each touch of his hand, each soft love word murmured against her skin told her how much he enjoyed touching her, stroking her, pleasuring her. “Unzip my jeans, baby. Touch me. I ache to feel of your fingers around me.”
Trembling, she found the fly of his jeans and had the brass pull in her fingers when the torturing ecstasy of his mouth left her. He pushed up, pulling out of
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