“Please,” I gasped against his mouth. “Touchme.”
He moaned, then lifted my breast, and it was the simplest, yet most erotic sensation I’d ever felt. That same hand had touched my arm a thousand times in the past two days, and it was nice, but it hadn’t changed mylife.
That hand had touched my face, and my lips, and my waist, and I’d wanted more, but not enough to beg forit.
Butthis—
He bent and licked a line from my collarbone straight down my breast, so slowly that by the time he got to my nipple, I’d nearly lost my mind with impatience. With anticipation. His tongue circled the tip of my breast, drawing my nipple into a harder point than I’d thought possible. I groaned and pressed myself into him. Aching for hismouth.
Then his lips closed over my nipple, a warm, wetpressure.
“Oh,” I breathed, as his tongue flicked over me. He sucked lightly, and I arched toward him with no conscious thought, my body demanding more all on itsown.
Justus squeezed my breast as he sucked and licked, and I buried my hands in his hair, holding him in place while I rode a wave of sensations unlike anything I’d everfelt.
I ran my hands over his chest as he came back up for a kiss. “How’s it going so far?” he whispered, the stubble on his chin scratching my cheek as he kneaded my breastgently.
“What, you want a scorecard?”
He chuckled, and his whole body rubbed against mine. “Maybe just a ranking, on a scale of one toten.”
“Eleven. Please don’tstop.”
Justus groaned, then lifted me by my hips and laid me on the bed, with my legs hanging over. He lay next to me on his side and licked my other, neglected nipple while he skimmed one hand slowly down mystomach.
My breaths came in soft, fastpants.
“You can say stop whenever you want,” he whispered into myear.
“Keep going. Don’t stop. Green light,” I moaned, and he laughed. Then his fingers slid beneath my waistband and I sucked in a breath. My hips arched toward him, of their own accord, and I might have died of embarrassment if I weren’t actually desperate for his hand to go just a little…bit…lower.
Instead, it moved back up, his fingers lightly skimming my skin—then he unbuttoned my jeans, onehanded.
“That was impressive,” Iwhispered.
“Just wait…” His mouth closed over my nipple, and I groanedagain.
“Feeling more confident about this high-pressure situation?” Iasked.
He laughed. “You’re giving greatfeedback.”
“You’re giving great…everything.”
Justus crawled off the bed, and I groaned, aching with the loss of him. Until I felt his hands at my waist. He tugged my jeans over my hips, dragging my panties with them, and my heart thumped so hard I was afraid for a moment that I might actually be having a heartattack.
Wouldn’t that figure? VIRGIN DIES DURING FOREPLAY. They’d probably carve that on mytombstone.
But then my jeans hit the floor, and his hands glided up my legs, pushing them slowly apart. He dropped a kiss on my left thigh, beginning a trail of warm nibbles leading all the wayup—
Someone knocked on thedoor.
“Justus? Kaci?” Vic calledout.
“Oh my God go away!” I shouted. Then I slapped both hands over my mouth, equal parts humiliated and really fucking pissedoff.
Justus’s growl told me he was just as frustrated. Reluctantly, he stood. “You’re going to have to let them in.” He grabbed my shirt from the floor and handed it tome.
“They can wait.” I reached for him, and he took one more indulgent look down the length of my body. Then he pulled me up by onehand.
