She closed the gap separating her from Fisher until not an inch remained. Until her breasts flattened against his pecs. Until her hips pressed into his pelvis. Until she could feel the shape of him through the denim of his jeans and?—
Wow. Okay. So…he’s a big man all over.
Second step was to rub herself against him.Allof herself, lips and boobs and pubic bone.
The lips were easy enough. She moved hers across his, delicately testing the texture of his amazing mouth and gently taking another taste by flicking out the tip of her tongue.
He groaned and the sound had delight fizzing up her spine like champagne bubbles.
It’s working. My master plan to seduce the shit out of Fisher Wakefield is working!
Who knew reading alien erotica would come in so handy?
The boobs were a little more difficult when it came to knowing what to do with them. Was she supposed to do a side-to-side motion? Up and down? The books lacked specificity in this area, so she was left to go with her gut.
When she did, it washerdoing the moaning. The silk of her pajama top combined with the hardness of his chest to create the most delicious friction. Her nipples instantly hardened, becoming achy, needy points. And she was no longer thinking about how she should be moving. She worked on instinct, undulating in any way that produced the most pleasure.
Her hips naturally followed suit, gently rolling, softly pressing. And to her unfettered delight she felt him respond.
He hadn’t been soft to begin with. But he grew hard as a rock against her.
The feel of that long, thick column ofmalenesshad an answering wetness slicking the insides of her thighs. She couldn’t help but whimper.
A low, guttural growl sounded at the back of his throat in response. And finally,finallyhis arms came around her. Crushing her to him.
One big hand splayed across the middle of her back and the other curled possessively around her hip to help her in her bump and grind.
Thank goodness.She needed all the help she could get. She’d stopped being able to think coherently the minute she felt him swell and harden.
Now, he’ll ravish me like they do in the movies.
Except, when his lips parted hers, he didn’t shove his tongue inside her mouth to dart and devour. Quite the opposite. His kiss was slow and thorough. Gentle, tender, and so profound she found her emotions rising right along with her passion.
Seconds passed. Minutes. Hours.Years?
She lost track of time, lost track of herself, lost track of everything but the motion of his tongue, the nip of his teeth, the slow suction of his mouth.
This is so much better than the movies, she thought a little deliriously. Because he wasn’t simply kissing her. He was making love to her mouth. Learning all its tastes and textures.
She’d been kissed before. Quite a bit over the years, in fact. Her first tongue tango had occurred at the tender age of thirteen when she’d bowed to peer pressure and joined a game of spin the bottle at Tara Turlington’s birthday party. She’d enjoyed the experience enough to repeat it often.
But she’dneverbeen kissed like this. Kissed as if her mouth was the most fascinating landscape he’d ever explored, and he was determined to map every inch of it. Kissed as if the secrets to the universe existed somewhere on her lips and tongue and he wasn’t going to stop investigating until he’d uncovered each one.
Part of her wanted to blame the novelty of the experience on having never been kissed by a man she loved. But she knew that was taking credit away from where credit was due.
Fisher Wakefield simply knew what he was doing. He knew how to leisurely lick and suck and stroke until her eyes crossed and her toes curled, until her heart—the heart that had always been his—beat feverishly against her breastbone in a desperate bid to get closer to him.
“Liza.” Her name rumbled from his mouth into hers. It was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.
She moaned in response and that seemed to be all he’d been waiting for, because he redoubled his efforts.
I love him so much, she thought desperately. She loved him and now that she knew what it was to be held by him, to bekissedby him, nothing else would ever do.
She was doomed. Doomed to pine for a man who wanted nothing more than this. Doomed to long for a love he wouldn’t…orcouldn’tgive. Doomed to always fantasize about a life that would never be hers.
The futility of her situation mixed with her already frayed nerves to have tears burning behind her eyes. But she refused to give into them. Refused to ruin this singular, shining moment.
Her hands fell from his face to grip his shoulders, seeking an anchor as the storm of her emotions swirled around her as surely as the storm outside swirled around the factory building. The taste of her unshed tears mixed with the chocolaty goodness of his breath to create a bittersweet symphony of flavors on her tongue.
