Backing her up to the nearest wall, it was only when she was trembling that he suddenly remembered the other thing he came here to do, and momentarily broke their kiss.His mouth still brushing hers as he made his demand through heavy breaths.
“You’re going back to the support group.This week.”
“Okay.Yes,” she readily agreed.Impatiently taking his mouth again, her hands wrapping around his neck as she tugged him closer.
That was easier than he thought.She really did want this as much as he did.That thought alone made his blood heat further, driving him deeper into her.
The feel of her supple body pressing into him had his hands moving.One skimming over the swell of her chest, pausing just long enough to feel her nipple tighten beneath his touch.The other trailed over silky curves, dipping lower until he found her ass, where he took a firm and greedy handful.
Goddamn beautiful.
He needed more.He needed her dress off and her legs spread.He wanted to taste her creamy skin as his fingers worked her.Until she was slick.Ready.And desperate.
With a new mission in mind, he shifted his hands, this time he was searching for a zipper.A way in.But he came up short.
Damnit.
Releasing her plump lips, he spoke into her again.“You’ve got three seconds to get your perfect ass out of this dress, or I’m ripping it.”
He was gifted with a sultry, lopsided smile, her eyes glossy as her lab coat slid to the floor.Easing back, she reached behind, her fingers quick to find the cleverly hidden zipper.More fabric pooled at her feet as he took the sight of her in and worked his newly tightened throat.
Black lace barely contained her curves, sky high-heels making her legs look even longer.But it was her face that did it.Broke any control he had left.Swollen, wet lips pushing out broken breaths as dark green eyes heated.
“Your turn,” she challenged.
His shirt was over his head a second later, smug satisfaction warming his chest as more fire sparked in her eyes.Once he’d kicked off his boots, his jeans were next to go, then his boxers.
As tempting as it was to take her right then and there, he wasn’t going to.Not yet.He’d already had her against a wall.Rough, how they both liked it.But today?Today he wanted something else.He wanted to take his time.They had some catching up to do that involved dragging his mouth over every inch of her.He wanted her to shake.Plead.Writhe.Only then would he take what was his.
Dropping to his knees, he threw one leg over his shoulder, his mouth going straight to her center.Moments later, his tongue was eagerly taking its first swipe of sweetness.Ignoring Bethany’s muffled gasp, a smile tugged at his lips as he felt her back hit the wall and her body arch.It was when her hands laced through his hair, though, that he lost it.
His grip on her thighs tightened, his leisurely strokes quickly becoming hungrier.Ten long years he’d been starved.He was going to take every drop she gave him.And that’s what he did.His mouth relentless as he felt her body ripple and buck.She was chasing every flick of his tongue, cursing his name while begging for more.This was the Bethany he remembered.Wild.Free.Mine.
CHAPTER NINE
“Shit,” Bethany mutteredon a stumble.She was trying to shimmy back into her dress, her legs apparently still shaking enough to affect her balance.
