She shifted her hips again and he almost lost control. Pulling back, he moved his mouth against her neck, her shoulders but that damn sweatshirt was in the way. So, he pulled her upright so that she was straddling his hips, then pulled the shirt over her head and out of the way.
Then froze! “Every day, I’ve wondered what you were wearing underneath those prim flowered dresses of yours,” he told her, entranced by the pretty blue bra. There were yellow daisies embroidered along the edge and he lifted a finger to trace those flowers.
“It’s padded,” he noticed.
“Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
She was watching him, watching his hands against her breasts. Turning his hand, he cupped her breast.
“Why do you need a padded bra?”
She rolled her hips against his erection again and he saw her eyes blur, her tongue dart out to wet her lips.
“Because…I don’t want…anything…showing through my dresses,” she finally explained.
“I want to see your nipples,” he announced, then released the catch on her bra, tossing the scrap of blue and daisies away.
She hissed in surprise when her bra was gone, but he ignored that, focusing on her pretty breasts and, especially, those beautiful nipples, so taut and pointing right at him, as if they were begging for his attention.
He reached out, cupping them again, but this time without the hindrance of her bra. As he cupped both breasts, he looked into her eyes, then slowly, as if savoring the moment, ran his thumb over those taut nipples. He smiled evilly when she hissed in reaction, so he did it again. And again. Her head fell back as he continued to tease her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking lightly, then nipping it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Every caress caused yet another, and her hips couldn’t keep still. It was possibly the most erotic moment he’d ever seen.
Unfortunately, kissing her wasn’t going to be enough.
Scooping her up, he carried her into his bedroom.
“What…?” she asked, looking around. But by that time, he was already kicking the door closed behind them.
“I don’t want the hotel staff to see you, Rachel,” he warned, then leaned down, laying her in the middle of the bed.
“Oh, right,” she breathed, looking around. “But…”
Tarin couldn’t wait. Not with her pretty breasts and tight nipples staring at him. So he kissed her, his mouth moving over hers until he felt her melt against him. Only then did he lift his mouth and resume his exploration of her breasts. With every touch, every kiss, nip, and teasing touch, Rachel gasped and hissed and ground herself against him, driving him wild with lust.
Trying very hard to go slowly, he moved his mouth lower, kissing along her stomach while pulling her leggings off. But not her panties. Oh no! He needed to see her in whatever sexy little nothing she’d pulled on this morning.
When he stood up after tossing her leggings off to the side, he stared down at the piece of blue satin with little daises. “Do you always match your bra and panties?” he asked, letting his finger trail along the edge of her daises.
She gasped and did a sexy little wiggle thing. “Yes,” she hissed. His finger slid under the elastic. “No!”
“No?” he teased, letting his finger linger there. “You don’t always match your panties to your bra?”
Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips and he might have smiled, but he was so turned on, he wasn’t even sure he was breathing.
“I don’t…!” She hissed when his finger slid into her body, her hips lifting as if she were offering herself to him.
“Tell me,” he growled, watching her face as he teased, thrusting his finger in and out.
Her eyes were closed. He let his thumb flick against that swollen nub and she gasped, her hand whipping out to grab his wrist. But he didn’t relent, wanting to know what turned her on, what she liked and what she didn’t. So far, everything he’d done seemed to be good.
“Don’t stop!” she moaned, pressing his hand against her.
With a muttered curse, he pulled away and literally ripped that piece of blue satin off. When he heard a muttered cry from Rachel, he moved up and kissed her. Hard! “I promise to replace all of your lingerie, love. But…” he pulled back, shaking his head to try and disperse the almost painful lust overwhelming him. “Just…trust me, honey.”
With that, he moved back down her body, kissing and exploring, finding a few more spots that made her cry out. But his ultimate goal was that beautiful, throbbing nub between her legs.
“Tarin, I…!” she cried out when he pressed her legs wider.
“I have to, Rachel,” he explained, his voice barely above a growl. “I have to give you this now, because once I get inside you, I’m not sure how long I’ll last.” And with that, he kissed his way from her knee to her inner thigh, then to that place he’d wanted to taste ever since he’d gotten her through the door to his bedroom.
Unfortunately, as soon as his mouth touched her there, she exploded and he barely got a taste before she was throbbing with her first release, her fingers tangling in his hair.
When she finally relaxed, he pulled his mouth away, kissing her stomach again before he stood up and stripped off his clothes. Grabbing a condom, he looked down at her, feeling like a king after what he’d just done to her.
With the condom rolled down over his erection, he moved back between her legs, bracing his
