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Tamara looked at him stretched out before her like her very own road map. Dips and hills and valleys crying out to be explored. “Later,” she said, running her finger from the hollow of his throat to his belly button. “I want to touch you first.” She swirled her fingertip around the sexy little dip, trailing it lower, to the edge of his track pants. “That all right?”
His throat bobbed and Tamara knew exactly where she was going to start. “Only because you asked so nicely...”
She lowered her torso along the length of his, smiling at him as her mouth hovered over the perfection of his, evading him as he lifted his head, heading straight for the heavy thump of his carotid. His head fell back as she licked along its length, her tongue tingling at the faint buzz of his whiskers and the surge of blood coursing slow and thick through his system.
She grazed her teeth along the hard ridge of his throat, and his deep groan vibrated against her lips and fanned across her pelvic floor. She lifted her head. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted in a sexy kind of abandon, and her nipples, despite the heat of his chest, reacted accordingly. As if he were ice rather than hot, sizzling flesh and blood.
His eyes fluttered open and Tamara felt a hand clutch her gut and squeeze at the blue heat shimmering there. “That all you got?” he murmured.
She smiled and shook her head. “Patience, young man.” For the last year she’d denied herself this very basic need and tonight she was looking to play.
She lowered her mouth toward his, finding the heat of his lips, stroking her tongue along their perfection. His mouth opened beneath hers and it was her turn to moan as he lifted his head off the ground and blistered her mouth with a truly apocalyptic kiss. His hands stabbed into her hair, pulling her lips hard against his. His tongue invaded, hot and insistent, and she opened to him, giving her all.
The kiss went on for long sizzling minutes. Hard, deep, wet. Building tension and anticipation in every cell. Turning everything liquid. Tamara moaned as his tongue wreaked havoc.
It should be illegal to kiss this damn well.
He led and she followed, helpless to do anything else as lust and desire and longing mixed in her belly, tingling painfully between her legs. She ground herself against his erection to ease the ache and he groaned into her mouth—deep and guttural—sending a shot of high-octane lust right through her system.
His rampant thickness felt so good as she rubbed against him, but left her wanting more. Much more. Wanting it all. She gasped against his lips as the tingle became a burn. As it started to ripple outward, Tamara stopped. She pulled away from his mouth, breathing hard.
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sp; “Don’t stop,” he muttered, and his big hands palmed her butt, holding her firm.
Tamara shook her head. “It’s been a long time...I’m going to disgrace myself if I don’t.”
He rocked his hips against her. “And that’s bad, how?”
Tamara shut her eyes, pushing herself into a sitting position, her palms flat against his chest, as he rocked again, pushing the denim seam of her jeans onto just the right spot.
“Luke,” she breathed, her pelvis moving with his.
“Yes, Tamara, yes,” he murmured, his hands clutching convulsively at her hips as he stroked again.
The buildup hit warp speed and everything started to unravel deep inside. She opened her eyes, staring down at him, finding him looking up at her, watching her as she spiraled.
“I’m going to...” she gasped. “I’m going to...”
And then he curled up and caught a nipple, sucking it deep inside his hot, wet mouth, and Tamara came hard, wrapping her arms around his head, trapping him against her chest, shamelessly demanding he take the taut peak deeper, harder, as she rode his erection for all she was worth.
Tamara wasn’t sure how long had passed before she came out of her buzz and became conscious of the world around her again—the sound of wood popping in the fire, the wind howling outside, Luke nuzzling his nose and cheeks along a collarbone.
She dropped her arms, freeing his head. “I told you I’d disgrace myself,” she murmured, her voice as smoky as the fire. “We’re not even undressed.”
He chuckled against her neck, kissing the hollow at her throat. “That’s just round one.”
Tamara shivered as the sexy promise in his words stirred the remnants of her orgasm, leaving her hungry for more. She pushed against his shoulders and he fell back against the rug again. “Yes. Where was I before you so rudely interrupted me with an orgasm that just about blew my head off?”
He tapped his mouth. “About here, I think.”
Tamara shook her head. “Oh no, I think I was about here,” she murmured, lowering her mouth to his nipple.
He let out a muffled expletive and Tamara smiled as she flattened her tongue against him, lapping it back and forth until the nub hardened and she rubbed her teeth against it. He moaned and she repeated the process on the other side.
“And I was definitely heading in this direction,” she muttered after he was panting and shifting beneath her, licking down lower, following the dip of muscle that bisected his flat abdomen, finding his belly button, teasing there for a while before heading south again.
She got to his track pants and looked up at him. Their gazes met and held as she pushed both his pants and his boxer briefs down off his hips. His erection—which had already given her so much pleasure fully clothed—sprang free and she maintained eye contact as she deliberately licked her lips and murmured, “Mmm.”
