Her mouth was pliant, lush, matching his, captivating him.She tasted like wine and sweetness and warmth. Unrelenting desire seized him.
God, he wanted her.
As he kissed her, he roamed his hands over her back andsnugged her against his steely length. She was right there with him, her handson his butt, dragging him closer. His fingers crept down her thighs, inchingthe hem of her dress up, stroking her achingly soft skin as he went. Hecouldn’t get enough of it. When he reached her ass, his engine went intooverdrive. Nothing divided his fingers from her skin but the strings of athong. He barely kept himself in check as he caressed her.
Her pelvis tipped against him, pulling a series of groansfrom his chest. His breathing kicked into high gear as urgency bloomed.
Breaking the kiss, he looked into eyes as warm as whiskeyand brimming with desire. “Jesus, Nat, I want you so bad.” His voice was gruff,full of hunger, surprising him.
“Show me,” she breathed, plowing her fingers through hisscalp.
Oh fuck yes!
Kissing her again, he released the hem of her dress and ranhis hands over her, stopping at her zipper. Coaxing it down, he peeled away thedress. It slid down her body and puddled around her boots. As his tonguestroked hers, his hands stroked her back, her side, all that soft skin, thensnaked between her breasts, where he unclasped her lacy bra. He brushed herflesh and the hard beads of her nipples, and she let go a whimper in his mouth.Now both his hands were cupping, massaging. Discovering. She was all softness,female, and sex. Heat raced up and down his back, pooling at the base of hisspine. His senses were on overload.
He untangled his mouth from hers, his breathing rapid andragged. The room was dim, but light through the kitchen window glowed golden onher outline. Through half-lidded eyes, she peered at him as he slid the brastraps off her shoulders and arms. Clad in a thong and ankle boots, her bodyexposed to him, she watched as he took her in, running his fingers over herflawless skin and stunning breasts. He leaned in, wedging his thigh betweenhers, as his mouth sought hers. Her eyes were fully open now, holding his gazewhile he teased her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
“Harder,” she whispered. He complied. A gasp escaped hermoist, parted lips, echoing the breath he sucked into his lungs. She kept hereyes riveted to his and began rocking against his thigh as he kneaded herflesh, feeling every inch of her. A slight shift, and he bent to one breast,latching on, exploring with his tongue while his fingers explored her otherbreast. He suckled first one, then the other, her hands clenched on either sideof his head, positioning him where she wanted, her pelvis grinding against himas he intensified his licking, tugging, and nipping. Her rising moans andmurmured yeses and oh Gods urged him on, sending flashes of heatstraight to his aching cock.
Everything about her was hot, raw, primal.
Sinking to his knees, he blazed a trail of open-mouthedkisses over her ribs, her flat stomach, and hooked his thumbs on either side ofher thong. Slowly, he slid the lace down her long legs, all his attention onthe view before him, dimly aware she kicked theunderwear off the toe of her boot. He feasted his eyes on this glorious, nakedwoman looking down at him, her chest and stomach rising and falling with herheavy breaths.
He was stirred to his core like he’d never been. A burningman dying to devour her on the spot.
Splaying his hands on her thighs, he lifted one onto hisshoulder, opening her to him, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Nectar and musk. God, she smelled like heaven. She hissedsomething inaudible when he ran his tongue over her. He didn’t stop. He lapped,licked, nibbled softly, sucked hard, teasing, stroking, thrusting, and plunginghis tongue and fingers, torturing her, torturing himself, until her legsquivered and her entire body seized. Rising swiftly, he took her mouth hard,capturing the orgasm rolling through her. The sensation staggered him, firingevery nerve with scorching heat.
He held her to him, kissing her neck, caressing hershoulders and back, while the storm in her body subsided. The tempest raging inhis own body had been building and was simmeringwithin him. He kept it tightly leashed while she hung boneless in his arms,snug against his chest. Finally, she dragged in a shuddering breath andlaughed.
He stroked her hair. “What’s funny?”
“We’re in my kitchen,” came her muffled voice. “I’m onlywearing my boots, and you’re fully dressed. And I’m pretty sure your dogwatched the entire time.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “He was coaching me.”
“Well, he did a damn fine job.”
His heart ballooned. “Yeah?”
She propped her chin on his chest. “Oh yeah.” Then she ranher hand along his rock-hard shaft and cupped him through his pants.“Interested in a fair trade?”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to lock out thefeverish pulsing, the mounting explosion. When he couldn’t, he moved her handaway. “If I let you do that much longer, I’ll embarrass myself.”
The sight of her very bare, very beautiful body was one hecould stare at twenty-four-seven and never tire of, though right now he wasn’tsure how much he could take. She stood brazenly under his lustful scrutiny, asif challenging him to touch her. It was a challenge he gladly took on, runningthe backs of his hand along her cheeks, across her shoulders, down her arms,her skin like warm silk. His gaze dropped to her breasts, and he palmed them,caressing her nipples stiff with his thumbs. “How about an unfairtrade?”
One side of her mouth curled up. “What’s that?”
“It means yeah, I want a turn, but I want you to haveanother turn too. Under me.” He wiggled his eyebrows, thenpulled her to him. Jesus, he was killing himself here, fighting the urge totake her right there on the kitchen floor. The counter. The table. He didn’tcare.
Ford yipped beside him.
“I think he needs to go out.” Pressed against him, sheskimmed her lips over his neck, shooting
