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“You’re blushing.” He cocked his head. “Really blushing. Dark red.”
“So?” Bella’s face flamed even hotter.
“It’s cute.” He smiled and his amber eyes did flashing things above his white teeth.
“I thought I was beautiful,” she whispered.
The humor left his eyes as he moved closer. “The way you said that was really sexy.”
“Will you quit saying that word?” Bella asked, her pussy clenching as she caught a whiff of his distinct scent. The man had to have some powerful pheromones. There was no other explanation for the desire that he inspired. She’d been around handsome men before, but never had she reacted like this, not once in her entire adult life.
“What word?”
“Sexy,” she breathed.
“Why? Don’t you think you’re sexy?” He stepped closer, until she could feel his body heat stroking the front of her body like a living thing.
“I don’t know.” She blushed again, but no longer cared.
“How could you not know?” he asked softly. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t want to do business with you as badly as I do, there’s no way I’d be able to stop myself.”
“Stop yourself from what?”
“From kissing you again, from taking you to that bed in the corner and tasting every inch of you.” His tongue swept his full bottom lip as if he were imagining exactly what flavor he’d find underneath her clothes, and Bella suddenly couldn’t quit imagining those lips trailing down her throat, that tongue flicking across the taut tip of her breast.
“Don’t stop,” Bella heard herself say, her doubt vanishing in a wave of desire.
Heath’s eyes flashed again. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“This is what I’m saying.” Before logic or fear could intrude, Bella gripped the bottom of her green sweater, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, knowing that the cream camisole underneath was see-through. Her tight, aching nipples would be displayed for Heath’s viewing pleasure, and he’d know for certain the effect he had upon her.
“Sweet. Mary…” Heath kicked the door closed and sank to his knees before her. Then his hands were cupping the sides of her breasts, his eyes full of hunger, while Bella’s body sang a rousing hallelujah.
Reality was definitely better than fantasy.
So. Much. Better.
CHAPTER THREE
Heath
Heath was lost in Bella, helpless to resist the siren call of what could possibly be the most beautiful breasts in the entire world.
They were perfectly generous, perfectly full and weighty in his hands, and the dusky nipples that puckered hungrily toward him were the sexiest color, the perfect sweet, pebbled size. He was floored, infatuated. They were, without a doubt, the most gorgeous pair of tits he’d ever seen.
And he’d seen a lot of tits.
He’d kissed a lot, suckled a lot, licked a lot of flavored body syrup off of a lot of breasts. Probably too many if he were being honest with himself.
Wasn’t that why he was obsessed with adding other stimulus to the already thrilling stimulus of sexual pleasure? Because maybe he had gorged himself a bit too much? Because for some reason he’d never had trouble making women fall into his bed without much more encouragement than a wink and his signature grin?
“Heath,” Bella breathed above him, her
hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to her skin, her milky-white, soft, hungry, responsive skin.
Her breath came faster as he trailed his tongue along the top of her breasts, darting now and then below the lace of her shirt. His hands fondled her fullness from below, but he steered clear of her already stiffened nipples. He wanted to torture her a bit, make her beg for it like he’d begged her in a hundred letters to give his company a chance.
He wasn’t the malicious type, but turnabout was fair play, especially when it was so sinfully delicious.
