He licked at her earlobe, scraped it with his teeth, then pulled it into the smoldering heat of his mouth and sucked.
Sensation exploded, shooting along an invisible line from her ear to her breasts to her sex, drawing her nerve endings tight with desire.
Her body bucked, her hips pressing into the cradle of his, grinding the hard ridge of his cock against her and delivering another burst of sensation into her core.
She rocked into him to increase the pressure, to hit the spot just out of reach that her body craved.
He moved with her, thrusting up as she pushed down, and captured her mouth with his once more.
This kiss wasn’t gentle. His tongue lashed out, invading her mouth with wicked intent and demanding her surrender.
Except she didn’t want to give. She wanted to take.
Needed to crawl inside him, have him crawl inside her, until the raking need was sated.
Groaning, she dragged her mouth from his and bit his chin. Nipping her way over his stubbled cheek she found his ear and latched on to the lobe.
He groaned as he turned his lips to the slope of her neck.
Losing herself to the magic of his mouth, she let go of her prize and angled her head to give his lips free rein.
He nibbled and licked and sucked.
Never doing one for too long, he kept her on the precipice until her blood pounded in her ears and every nerve ending screamed for more.
“More.” The raw demand tore from her throat, her voice scratchy and breathless.
She ripped at his shirt, tugging it up his torso until she could slide her hands beneath to touch the hot skin of his chest.
Heat scorched her fingers, streaked up her arms, and flooded her body.
Burning from the inside out, she ground against him, seeking the friction necessary to push her over the edge.
“Jesus. Vee.” His hands gripped her hips and lifted her away. “Stop. Shit.”
His words were growled, the tone rubbing on her sensitized nerves like razor wire. “No.” She didn’t want to stop.
“Fuck. The first time I come with you in my arms again won’t be in my fucking pants.”
He sat up taking her with him. Surging to his feet, he spun her in his arms and pulled her back to his front.
“If we do this now, Vee, it’ll be in my bed, not on your brother’s couch where anyone could walk in and find us.”
She gasped for air, her chest heaving as she struggled to clear her mind and think.
They were in Wade’s house.
On Wade’s couch.
Oh god.
What was she thinking?
She was virtually attacking Brent in her brother’s home.
Heat that had nothing to do with arousal surged into her face. Her head bowed as the realization of what she’d been about to do set in.
“Hey, none of that.” He tipped her chin up, tilted her head so he could see her eyes. “I was just as involved as you, but I don’t want to make love to you on the couch. I want you spread out on my bed where I can get at every little bit of you until I’ve had my fill.”
