The way Britt kissed, the way he knew how to use his hands and his body to give pleasure, told her there weremyriadsof women left in his wake.Satisfiedwomen.
She might've been jealous of them if she’d had time to think about them. But she didn’t. Because he lifted his hand from her chest to her face.
Cupping her jaw, he dragged the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. When her tongue darted out to follow the caress, his eyes sharpened until she was reminded of a jungle cat spotting its prey.
His voice was lower, rougher when he finished. “This is all it’ll ever be. This physical…thingbetween us. It’ll never be more. It’ll never be what you’re looking for.”
“Then, let it be this.” She leaned forward until her lips were a whisper away from his.
The inches between them felt like kindling. And the spark that would set that kindling ablaze would be one of them moving.
She waited for him to be the one. Waited with bated breath and her blood rushing in her ears. Waited until she couldn’t wait anymore.
When she brushed her mouth across his, every thought in her head dissolved into a heated blur, leaving only the sensation of his hot breath mingling with her own and the sweet, agonizing thrill of finally allowing herself to be consumed by the fire that had raged between them since the first moment they met.
21
Damned if Britt wasn’t kissing Agent Julia O’Toole.Again.Despite his best intentions. Despite knowing howdangerousthis whole thing could be. To himself. Toher.He was kissing her.
Or…maybe she was kissing him.
It was hard to tell.
Half his brain was yelling,Stop! End this before it burns out of control!
But the other half of his brain? Oh,thathalf was screaming something else entirely. Something that started withohand ended withyeahand had ahellthrown in there somewhere in the middle.
He liked the second half of his brain much better than the first half. Decided the second half was obviously the intelligent half, and the first half could go take a flying leap.
Of course, the choice of which half of his brain to listen to went up in a puff of smoke when Julia opened her mouth wider to the press of his tongue. It was the sweetest of invitations. The sexiest of requests. One he didn’t refuse.
He did theoppositeof refuse, in fact. He jumped inwhole-hog,as his father had liked to say.
Their sweet, soft kiss became a fight for supremacy. Their lips and teeth devoured. Their tongues clashed. Their hands tugged in desperation.
It was like they warred to get closer. Battled to experience all the other had to offer.
And what Julia offered was unbearable softness. Unbelievable warmth.
She was liquid silk in his arms. Her mouth was like hot sugar that melted against his tongue. The smell of her, that festive scent, like cherries and almonds and hot vanilla, tunneled up his nose and reminded him of the holidays.
It made sense, he supposed. Julia O’Toole was Christmas morning, Thanksgiving dinner, and Easter Sunday all rolled into one diminutive blond package. She was the sweetest gift and the greatest prize and…something more. Something he couldn’t name.
All he knew for sure was that he wanted more, more,more. More of her taste. More of her touch. More of her mind and body and soul.
No matter how hard he pulled her against him, or how strongly she clasped him to her, it wasn’t enough. Wasn’tcloseto enough.
He wanted to dissolve into all her warmth and softness. Wanted to lose himself in her. And good lord, maybe she was clouding his memory, but he couldn’t remember anyone ever being this hot. Anything ever being this fast. This crazy.
She sucked his tongue, laving along its length with her own. He nipped at her luscious lips, kissing and stroking over and over. And all the while, they rocked against each other.Rubbedagainst each other.
He could feel the hard points of her breasts rasping against his chest. Feel the heated dew that slicked her skin as her passion rose in direct proportion to his own.
She was flint and he was steel. She was flame and he was tinder. Together they were a conflagration. A wild, ferocious inferno that would soon burn out of control if he didn’t throw some water over the blaze.
At the rate they were going, it would all be over in minutes. He’d rip off those flannel pajama bottoms, release his raging cock, and pull her into his lap. He’d impale her onto himself and fuck up into her hot wetness over and over again. It would be hard and fast and…
Holy shit!
