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Any ability to think, to make sense of the mesmerizing eroticism of touch, was obliterated within seconds.
Stroking the plump, bare folds of flesh between her thighs, he stroked around her swollen clit, the entrance to her body, then eased back, his lips moving to her neck as she gasped for air and found herself with her feet on the floor once again.
And she needed more.
She needed so much more.
As his lips smoothed over the sensitive flesh of her neck, she lowered her hands, pulling at the material of his T-shirt, dragging it out of the way and pushing it to his chest.
He wasn’t the only one who needed to touch, to taste. She’d waited so long for this, for his kiss, for the pleasure she sensed awaited her. She’d fantasized, plotted, and imagined exactly what she wanted to do, exactly how she wanted to pleasure him.
Before he could stop her, her head bent, her lips going to his wide chest. She touched her tongue to his flesh, moaning at the hint of salt and male heat that met her taste buds and made her even hungrier for him.
She’d waited so long for this. For his touch, for the chance to touch him.
She’d worry about the rest of it when she had to. For now, Jack was here, and rather than stopping her, as she licked over one hard male nipple, he slapped his hands flat to the wall and just stared down at her.
“Go ahead, baby.” He flashed her a hard smile. “Do your worst. I dare you.”
CHAPTER SIX
It was dark, the kitchen heavily shadowed with only the fragile illumination of an under-counter light on the other side of the room. Poppy couldn’t see Jack’s expression, but she could see the intent gleam in his eyes, feel the waiting tension in his body.
Did he think she didn’t have the nerve?
Did she have the nerve?
She let her nails rasp from his chest to those hard abs, feeling the muscles flex and tighten beneath her touch. As her lips wandered over his chest, her tongue licking, stroking, she grew more curious, more aroused.
He was allowing her touch, however she wanted to touch him. Her fingers trailed to the band of jeans.
“God, yes,” he muttered, the sound a hard rasp as her fingers trailed lower, feeling the iron-hard erection beneath his jeans.
She’d fantasized so many times about touching him like this, tasting him.
Her fingers met at the wide buckle of his belt, shaking as she loosened the leather, knowing she was reaching a point of no return.
“That’s it, sugar,” he encouraged her, his voice low, mesmerizing.
The snap released and she eased the zipper down, certain she was going to burn alive in the flames building through her senses.
Pushing aside the denim material, she couldn’t help but moan as the fingers of one hand curled around the rigid flesh rising from between his thighs. Iron-hard, thick, and long, the power she could feel pounding beneath his flesh had her breath catching.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me crazy,” he groaned, moving back before he turned her and pushed her into a chair at the table sitting to the side of the cooking area.
Then one strong hand gripped the back of her head, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, and staring down at her with a savage gleam in his eyes, he held her in place as he brushed her lips with the head of his cock.
Poppy’s hands gripped the riding leather that still covered his thighs, her nails digging into the material as a breathless gasp parted her lips. And a breath later, the silk over iron flesh parted them further as she heard the rumbled groan that left his chest.
Oh God. She had never done this.
Read it. Watched it.
Her lips parted further, allowing him to fill her mouth with the swollen crest as she tasted it, licked it.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he whispered, his groan encouraging her, easing the nerves threatening to spoil this first venture into sensuality with the man she’d always dreamed of taking it with.
Jack swore he was going to lose his fucking mind. That was all there was to it.
