Sweet Mother! She might have jumped, her entire body sparking with an energy not unlike bottled lightning. She forgot to breathe, her body clenched and waiting.
For what?
“God, you’re killing me.”
Normally, she wouldn’t think that was such a good thing, but the way he said it made her think it might be.
His mouth moved down and over her neck hungrily, setting her skin ablaze in its path.
Her heart was pounding. Her knees were wobbling. And the place between her legs…
A fresh surge of heat rose to her cheeks. She didn’t even want to think about what was happening there. She was hot and achy and…wet, with strange little flickers—
Oh!He rocked against her again and those strange little flickers started to pulse. She wanted him there. Right there. The thick column of steel wedged high and tight, riding against her.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re driving me wild.” His voice was ragged and tight with restraint.
Janet knew the feeling.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered in her ear.
She almost cried out with disappointment when he released his hold on her bottom and the sweet pressure went away. But her disappointment lasted only a moment. His hand skimmed over her stomach to cover a breast.
“So soft,” he groaned, squeezing, cupping her gently in his hand. “Your breasts are incredible. I’ve dreamed of doing this since the first moment I saw you.”
He had?
Janet was glad he didn’t seem to expect a response, as she was having a difficult enough time breathing. The sensations his hands wreaked on her body were commanding all her attention. Instinctively she arched into his hand, having discovered rather quickly that pressure increased the sensations.
But she hadn’t anticipated the feeling of his fingers on her nipple. The rough pad of his thumb over the sensitive, throbbing peak nearly sent her jumping out of her skin again, as another one of those lightning rods sent a flash of energy shooting through what seemed to be every nerve-ending in her body.
He made a harsh sound before his mouth covered hers again.
She sensed he’d reached the end of his rope. His kiss was no longer punishing, but determined. Every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his hands on her body, seemed calculated to increase her passion, to bring her closer and closer to something that hovered just out of her reach.
She shivered with anticipation.
He lifted his head. “Are you cold?”
Aroused beyond measure. She shook her head, managing a breathy, “Hot.”
“Good.” His eyes darkened. “You’re about to be even hotter.”
She shuddered again, hearing the sensual promise in his raspy voice.
He was as good as his word. A moment later when his mouth found her breast, she thought she’d fallen to the fiery bowels of hell, for surely it must be a sin to feel this good.
She cried out as his tongue circled her nipple and he began to suck. Gently at first, and then a little harder, as she arched deeper into his mouth.
The heat. The scrape of his chin. The silky brush of his hair on her skin.
It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
She started to squirm in frustration, and he finally gave her the relief she unknowingly sought.
His tongue laved and flicked against her nipple at the same time that his fingers brushed between the juncture of her thighs.
