Still lost among the clouds of her music, it took Aria another minute to notice his bare-chested beauty—his brown hair a total mess yet so freaking perfect. She set the guitar on the sofa, stood, and moved forward. As he neared her, she gulped. The glow of the fire cast a sheen across his nakedness and enhanced its bronzed perfection. He’d just recovered from a bout of the chills. Although the house stayed relatively warm, it worried her he’d relapse.Yeah right.Who was she kidding?
“Reece, you need to put on a shirt.” She licked her lips. Her gaze never leaving the sight of his torso. Inexplicably fascinated by the ripple of muscles tapering to a perfect six-pack, her body reacted immediately. A tiny pulse throbbed within the confines of her lacy panties. She suddenly wished to delve beyond the gold buckle of his belt.
“I’m hot.”
No shit.Hot didn’t even begin to describe what she thought of his oh so sexy body—suggestion in every line of his powerful muscles, sensuality bounced off his chest. Neither quite as unnerving as the pure erotic fire flaming in the blue depths of his gaze.
“We made love last night, didn’t we?”
Aria swallowed then laughed, unsure if he picked up on the nervousness. It seemed like the fever affected more than just his startling confession last night. Was he playing her? She strove for calm and tested him. “You have one heck of an imagination.”
He closed the gap. “No, babe. The kiss of these lips...” he rubbed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, and she inhaled sharply. “...and the feel of your skin is pure ecstasy that defeats imagination.”
Okay, maybe he remembered. The sexy declaration, the intimacy of his body, and the light touch set every nerve on fire—her body demanded more. Aria held her breath. He slid a hand around her waist and pulled her closer. As his head lowered, she slowly exhaled. The beat of her heart shot up a notch in expectation.
“We shouldn’t, Prisha—”
“Is with Kelly,” he whispered, then claimed her lips.
The kiss held a hypnotic affect. Slow, sensual, and sinful. Nothing like the zealous ones they’d shared before. Utter seduction at its best and the guy, a pro. It amazed her how the air always seemed laden with sexual tension whenever he appeared.
His steps unhurried, he urged her back. She followed his guidance until the edge of the dining table nicked her thighs. With a swift movement she didn’t anticipate, he picked her up and set her down on the table. Still, the kiss went on. Hot, torrid, and outright sexy, dragging her into a realm so profound, she lost track of reality. A surreal phenomenon described it best. The lift of her bottom and the slide of her sweatpants to her ankles barely registered. She had no idea her sweatshirt zipper lay open until the caress of his warm hands on her breasts sent a shudder across her entire body. The man, it seemed, gave sleight of hand an erotic new meaning. When he moved to push the sweater down her shoulders, she pulled away and stopped him.
“Leave it, please.”
“Okay.”
He lifted his head then. The raw desire in his gaze mirrored her ardor. Suddenly, she was back at the bar and her boldness she’d shared then, streaked ahead. She wanted him. On her, inside her—she didn’t care, didn’t want it to stop—she needed him over and over. Reece eased her down gently, lifted her legs, and placed her feet on the table. He dropped into a chair in front of her parted thighs. The tips of his fingers grazed her panties ever so lightly. The action wrenched a groan from deep inside her core. She leaned back on her elbows. His gaze lingered on her lips, caressed her breasts then settled hungrily on her covered mound, making her dizzy with wanton desire. The ache between her thighs intensified.
With a finger, he hooked the edge of the panty and pushed it aside. Aria shivered at the simple touch as anticipation built. Her breath filtered out in ragged gasps. Then he leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue across her clit.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. New to the pleasure, her hips bucked in shock. Oddly, Jay had never gone down on her. Her flesh goose bumped. “Reece, no. We’re on the dinner table,” she spluttered as her body jerked helplessly.
“So?” He trailed his fingers lightly from her knees to where her thighs met her hips.
“It’s meant for eating.” She gulped as the sensation of his touch zoned in on the very nerves connected to her clit. The tingle charged her body with an undeniable electric current.
“And I’m eating, ain’t I, babe.” The wicked gleam in his eyes matched the devilish smile. “Are these your favorite panties?”
She tilted her head in surprise. “No”
“Good.” Before she grasped his intention, he flicked a finger, twisted, and tore apart the tiny piece of material.
Aria gasped. He grinned then licked her again. Only this time, Reece buried his tongue deeper. Her thighs quivered. She moaned. Her senses chaotic and at the same time, alive, alert. Each subtle dance of his tongue over her clit caused her breath to filter out in shuddering gasps. When he sucked harder and pulled the delicate bundle of nerves into his mouth, Aria believed she’d faint just from the pure pleasure wracking her body. She dropped back onto the table and fisted her hands at her side, overcome with emotion.
Every muscle in her body liquefied, a wild melting awareness conflicted with the intriguing tension mushrooming inside. The sudden entrance of his finger into her heated passage wreaked havoc on her already frazzled nerves. The contrasting combination of his gentle finger and hard pull of his lips drew a loud moan.
“God, Reece.” Her body became pliant and eager.
She slipped her hands into his hair, grabbed fistfuls, and rocked her pussy against him as he nibbled, licked, and sucked. Skillfully he alternated each slick move with hard and gentle ministrations. His rigid grip on her thigh to hold her in place barely registered. Her insides swelled on a wave of pleasure. She struggled to hang on, her body throbbed and quivered, numb with yearning.
With one final arch of her back, she surrendered to the orgasm as it took her over the edge. One so intense, it ripped a harsh cry from her lips. “Oh, God, Reece.”
When her body stopped shaking, she lifted onto her elbows. Reece watched her, his gaze bold and stark with undisguised hunger. The gleam of his mouth with her juices caused ripples of arousal that made her toes curl. She gaped, mesmerized, and ravenous. Then he smiled—a downright mischief one filled with open desire. Aria couldn’t imagine what was coming next.
“My starter was damn right delicious. Was it as good for you?”
“I’ve never had it before.”
