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This probably wasn’t a good idea. She flattened her hands against his chest as he hauled her into his arms. He stilled, although she could feel his chest vibrating with tension.
“Problem?” he asked.
“Not necessarily, as long as we both know this is just an endorphin fix.”
Not something she would normally bother to point out. But Ty Sullivan wasn’t like the men she usually screwed around with. He was an upstanding guy; he was one of Faith’s brothers. And she doubted he was as well versed in the etiquette of the anonymous hookup as she was, because very few people were.
“I just thought I should clarify that,” she added, feeling mildly idiotic when his brow creased in a curious frown.
“Got it.” He dipped his head to nuzzle the pulse point in her neck, his hands settling on her waist and cruising up under her new T-shirt. “Are we good to go, now?”
She could feel the ridge in his pants, pressing into her tummy. “Um, yes, very good.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and gruff. Working off her top, he surveyed her bra, brushing his thumb across the satin cup until her nipple ruched into a hard point.
“Then let the cross-examination begin.” He licked at the satin-covered tip before sucking it against the roof of his mouth.
She grasped his head, sinking her fingers into the soft silky strands, the wet suction both too much and not nearly enough.
Lifting her onto the kitchen counter, he stood back to survey the damage. “Nope, don’t think that looks decent when wet. Definitely guilty as charged.” His eyes twinkled with mischief. “You might as well be naked.”
She unclipped the bra’s hook, let it hang down, caught on the tips of her breasts. “If you say so.”
He slid a finger under the strap and lifted the swatch of satin and lace away, leaving her naked to the waist. Her breathing became ragged, her breasts swollen and heavy, the hint of wetness left by his kiss chilling her already sensitive nipples in the stream of air from the unit. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her into his arms. She hooked her legs round his waist, holding onto his shoulders as he carried her into the barge’s bedroom, her breath too ragged now to contemplate conversation.
Dropping her onto the bed, he closed the door, sealing them into the small room. He stripped off his shirt as she kicked off her Converse. The daylight glimmered off the water, flooding into the space to highlight the firm contours of muscle and sinew.
She’d had nooners before, back when she would wake up at midday and yearn for a drink while she tried to remember who the hell was sprawled out beside her—and what the hell they’d been doing the night before. But she’d never had one sober before. And now she wondered why she’d missed out on the wicked treat. He looked glorious in the sunlight. The dark whorls of hair on his chest tapering down through the ridged muscles of his six pack.
For a desk jockey he was certainly ripped.
Her heart leapt into her throat at the sight of the thick erection as he dropped the cutoffs and boxers. He grabbed a box of condoms from the nightstand. She watched as he rolled one onto the hard length, the teasing light in his eyes darkening with determination.
The throbbing ache between her thighs became unbearable.
“Now to test those panties,” he said, his voice husky as he joined her on the bed.
He inched her zipper down, then edged the pants over her hips and down her legs, until the only thing left protecting her from his intense gaze was the thin satin of her panties. Angling her knees up, she lay back still watching him. Anticipation and excitement built to fever pitch as he pressed his nose to the fragile gusset, already soaked with her juices.
“You smell glorious,” he said.
A staggered purr of pleasure choked out, but what had been playful a moment ago, seemed suddenly serious.
Nudging the gusset aside, he blew on her heated flesh.
She jerked, the teasing contact too much and still not nearly enough. “Please, you need to…”
The plea cut off as his tongue explored her folds, then flicked over the straining nub.
She bucked, arching into the delicious caress. “Yes, just exactly there.”
The rough chuckle was both temptation and torture. “You sure? How about here?”
He circled and licked, taking her to the brink of completion, then drawing back to tease and torment.
She panted, the coil tightening like a fist, her heart swelling up to hammer at her ribcage.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop…” she urged him on, getting closer and closer to the edge but not close enough. Then he captured the swollen nub, and suckled hard.
