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She managed to drag his shirt up to his armpits before he leaned so far into their kiss she had no choice but to drop back onto the bed. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, then crawled onto the bed, looming over her on his hands and knees.
Joel finally smiled. She grinned back, then reached up to bring his mouth back down on hers.
He shifted to lie beside her, propped on one elbow as he slipped a hand beneath the hem of her tank top. “Do you have any idea what it did to me when you stepped out of the bathroom wearing this earlier? With no bra.”
The sexy rasp of his voice made her stomach tighten and her nipples hardened. “Should I apologize?”
His hand stilled, fingers spread along her ribcage. “Yes, I think you should.”
“How?”
“Take it off.”
He watched her in the shadows cast by the light shining from across the room above the table. Slowly, she raised her arms over her head in silent invitation.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the exposed skin above her pajama bottoms. As his breath skimmed lightly over her stomach, she squirmed with a self-conscious laugh. “That tickles.”
He did it again. And again, with each inch of skin he exposed while pushing her top up, until it rested just below her breasts. Impatience prompted her to reach down and grab the hem to yank it over her head.
She relaxed against the comforter, and he raised his heated gaze to her bared breasts. “Apology accepted.”
Britt laughed. It faded when he dipped his head back to her navel and slowly kissed his way up along her torso. The combination of his soft, warm lips, hot breath, and the sensual scrape of his whiskers against her skin had her quivering in anticipation.
When he finally cupped her breast, she sucked in a breath, then held it as he bent to draw the peak into his mouth. Liquid fire shot through her with each suck and stroke of his tongue. He moved to her other breast, and this time, ran his tongue aro
und the tip, then pushed harder, and did it again.
Oh, God. Exquisite torture. When he drew her into his mouth, she gasped at the sensations scorching a path straight to her core. She arched her back in pure need, raking her fingernails against his scalp. She wanted to feel him. All of him. Beside her. Inside her.
Her hands clenched, tugged his hair, tried to pull him up. He moved in the opposite direction of her urging.
“Joel…I want…” Her body ached, throbbed. “I…need…you—”
“I know.” He continued his downward path, lips once again skimming her stomach until he reached the waistband of her pajama bottoms. After sliding the soft material down the length of her smooth legs, he eased back up, his fingers trailing along the inside of her thighs to delve in the curls between her legs.
He rose up to kiss her breathless as his hand drove her to the height of pleasure. She couldn’t take anymore, and in the next second begged him not to stop. The orgasm hit harder than she’d ever experienced, leaving her limp in the radiant aftermath.
“God, that was gorgeous,” she heard him whisper against her neck.
Embarrassment surged at her absolute abandon, until he lifted his head. The look in his eyes confirmed he’d loved it, and she decided she didn’t care. Not with him. And now it was her turn to drive him wild.
One push rolled him onto his back, and she dragged his arms up above his head. “Leave them there.”
As his fingers curled into the pillow, she scooted down to undo the button of his jeans. She took her time with the zipper, drawing the little metal tab down in a slow, deliberate caress. His stomach muscles contracted as he sucked in a breath, then released it with a low groan.
She grinned, enjoying the rush of power as she stripped the rest of his clothes off.
Talk about gorgeous.
The man was all muscle. Her gaze dipped below his waist. Hard muscle, and she intended to explore every beautiful inch with her hands and her mouth.
She lifted her gaze to his. “Close your eyes.”
After a moment of hesitation, he complied.
“Don’t move.”
A furrow formed on his forehead. His fingers kept their tight grip on the pillow. “Okay.”
