And then he rose. She stilled at the intensity emanating from his eyes.
“Kiss me,” she rasped.
His perfect lips found hers and she pressed her naked body against his. Even through the denim, his thick shaft made her gasp. Their hot, open-mouthed kiss escalated into a frenzy of probing tongues and throaty moans.
The thrumming in her pussy made it difficult to think. She needed to kiss him, touch him, and feel his skin against hers.
Sinner on sinner.
“One of us has too many clothes on,” she blurted between breaths.
“It would be too easy to lose control with you,” he said while massaging and fondling her breast. “But you don’t want a quickie, do you?”
Panting, she broke away. “I want you in as many ways and over as many hours as you can handle.”
“I can handle a lot.” He threw back the bed linens, toed off his boots, and yanked off his socks. “Lay down. I’m going to finish what I started.”
“Not until you get naked.”
“Once I’m undressed, I’m inside you. And I want to make you come first.” He stepped close, grazed her erect nipple with the back of his finger. “You don’t want to deny me that pleasure, do you?”
No, by God, she didn’t. She slinked onto the bed and lay sideways. Pausing, he gazed at her naked form. A deep growl erupted from his throat as he yanked his shirt over his head.
She reveled in his hard, naked chest, those amazing abs, and his fabulous guns. Uptight suit had been hiding the goods, big time. “You’re pretty damn hot, Zander.”
“Baby, I’ve got nothing on you.” Still wearing those sexy jeans, he planked over her. “My flamin’ hot stepsister.”
Loving the admiration he heaped on her, she whispered a thank you before he planted another kiss on her. His exploration continued with a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone. Taking his time, he fondled and kissed each breast, sucking and biting her engorged nipples.
When he ran his tongue over her hip, she flinched.
“I’m ticklish.” She didn’t recognize her own voice, coiled tight with desire.
Pinning her with a hard stare, he positioned himself between her legs. “Are you ticklish here, Savannah?”
“No.” She swallowed, hard. “No, I’m not.”
He pressed against her pink folds and licked her tender flesh. When he laved her opening and tongued her clit, she murmured, “I love that.”
The more he licked, the more she gyrated. He swirled his tongue around her pearl and she ground against him. When he slipped two fingers inside her, she cried out.
She raised her arms onto the pillows, spread her legs, and started moaning his name. Her raspy sounds turned husky, her panting intensified, and she lifted her ass off the bed. With a gentle touch, he caressed her G-spot and she started shaking.
“Yesssss,” she hissed.
A volcano of euphoria erupted from deep inside, the release sending streams of pleasure cascading through her. She continued shaking from the aftershocks until they subsided. Boneless, she opened her eyes and drank in the beautiful sight of him. Zander had fulfilled one of her favorite teenage fantasies and she loved every dirty second of it.
He dropped a worshipful peck on her sex before peering up at her with heavy eyelids, his face flushed with desire. Past hookups didn’t include any kind of emotional connection, but this felt different.
He crawled up her, his expression a mixture of desire and cockiness. He was great at pleasuring her and he knew it. Damned if that didn’t make her smile.
“Was that crazy good becauseyou’regood or because we shouldn’t be doing this in the first place?”
“Oh, I’m good.” He waggled his brows. “Very, very good.”
She laughed, the high of being around him a thrilling rush. He kissed her before pushing off the bed. The bulge in his jeans reassured her they’d only just begun. After searching his overnight bag, he shook his head. “Dammit. I don’t have a condom.”
Rising, she sashayed over and rummaged through her camera bag. After finding one, she sauntered close. “Let the party continue.”
