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The heat of his body radiated against her already hot skin, he stood so close. She was afraid to look into his eyes. Afraid that she might see the unguarded warmth and attraction she had so briefly glimpsed that first day. Afraid that she wouldn’t. She didn’t want to know what simmered behind the sea blue eyes.
Keeping her chin down, averting her gaze, she reached for her glass and took a slow sip. How long could he stand there, patiently waiting her out?
He took the glass from her and with a crooked finger under her chin, tilted her head up to look at him. His startling blue eyes locked on hers, taking her breath away.
“I can’t be cold with you anymore. I don’t like pretending to be that guy. It’s not the way I am.”
Her lips trembled. What could she say? That she knew he wasn’t being real with her? He felt real, but the callous rebuttals and sparring banter, that wasn’t him. It wasn’t her, for that matter. It was a means to an end. And she was ashamed to admit it, even to herself.
“So, where does that leave us?” She prayed the question wouldn’t prompt his immediate exit from the apartment and her life.
His head lowered, closing the distance between them. She could feel his breath against her cheek and over her lips, until his mouth covered hers in a slow, sinking kiss. The sigh that escaped her, unbidden, came from deep in her heart, and was trapped and taken gently by Brian’s waiting mouth. He circled his arm loosely against her waist and when she tilted her head up, slanting to sink further into his kiss
, his own sigh volleyed back to her. He was so tender by nature. When his tongue traced the outer edge of her bottom lip and then slid into her mouth, brushing against hers, he tasted like sweet wine.
Her arms slinked around his neck and rested there as he lazily explored her mouth. His kiss so slow and seductive, she could have melted into a pool at his feet, only that would have ended the contact and she wanted to feel the soft touch forever. For as long as he would give her. She tangled her own tongue with his, absorbing the heat of his body, stoking the small flame fueling her simmering desire.
How had they never kissed like this before? Like they had forever to savor every slow touch, light probe, graze of fingertips and flesh against flesh. It was leisurely, the pace of his touch, a promise they had all the time in the world. Her heart fluttered against her chest as Brian leaned into her, bending her back in a soft arch. He ran his hand from her neck down her chest, around the side of her breast and ribs, back over the curve of her hip and thigh. Where he leaned between her legs, she could feel the length of him growing between them, the hard swell of his erection impossible to miss. But rather than drag her off to the bed or down to the floor, he moved his hands back up to the tiny buttons of her shirt and opened each one, dropping a kiss along the path of newly revealed skin.
Amber sifted her fingers through his hair as he bent low to run his mouth down the line of her stomach and lick a slow circle around her belly button. She whimpered softly, feeling a new gush of moisture pulse between her legs. He shifted his arms around to one side and swept her off her feet before carrying her back into the bedroom.
As he lay her across the bed, undressing her with slow, determined care, she took his face between her hands and held him there a moment. His blue eyes focused on her, leaving her nearly breathless. Turning his mouth into her open palm, he kissed and circled his tongue in a gentle caress before returning to the task of peeling off the light layers of clothing. When she tried to move, to help him, he pushed her back with a gentle pressure and shook his head. Then he ran his hands over her arms and placed them above her head.
“No, Amber. Let me touch you. Let me make love to you.”
Make love? The meaningful words made her want to swing her leg over him and wrestle him back to the bed, cover him in her own wet kisses, touch him with her own possessive hands. But not this time. This time, she would lie back and relinquish control. She would surrender to his touch and savor every second of it.
When she was stripped bare, Brian quickly removed his own clothes and knelt over her, one knee wedged between her legs. He leaned down to kiss her and she could feel the soft hair on his thigh tickle the swollen folds of her aroused sex. She wanted to pull him on top of her and beg him to fill her, but every time she moved to invite him in, he pressed a hand to her hip or chest and stilled her before resuming his intimate attentions.
She moaned quietly, rolling her head back to the side as he nuzzled behind her ear, brushing his lips against the shell and teasing his tongue into to the whorl. His hands traced lazy swirls over her full breasts, grazing her nipples until they became so hard they ached. She arched her back, pressing her nipples toward him, only to have his warm hand urge her chest down. When she resisted no more, he moved his mouth down to her collarbone and pressed his mouth against her skin, pulling with a light suction. He dragged his mouth down over her breast toward the erect peak, kissing his way toward the nipple, decreasing the suction as he closed in, until his lips merely grazed the bunched ridges around the hard tip. Flicking with his tongue and then probing with his mouth’s pressure, he closed his teeth against the erect tip lightly and tugged, brushing his tongue over the trapped bud.
Amber cried out, fighting the overwhelming urge to grab his hair and press him against her. And when he opened wide over her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth with a strong pull, she felt the coil of climax tightening in her depths and her hot juices trickling out of her, down over the curve of her buttocks. He suckled against her breast, alternating between hard pulls and soft sucks until Amber could feel herself nearly ready to come.
“Brian, please, I’m so close.”
He released her nipple from his mouth, laving it with one last swirl of his tongue and began to run his kisses further down her abdomen. Every time he moved, she felt his cock throbbing as it brushed against her. He was so hard and swollen, she ached to have him inside of her.
“Soon.” He nipped at the skin beside her belly button with his teeth and then dropped a deep suctioning kiss against it to soothe. “I want you to wait.”
He ran the tip of his tongue against the outer ridge of her belly button. More moisture dripped from her core and it took every bit of willpower she could muster to stay still.
He kissed lower, backing down the bed until his mouth was poised above her strip of soft curls. He blew into the light hair and settled his hands against her hips. Splaying his fingers wide over her abdomen, he ran his hands back up her torso to her breasts and gently captured her nipples. Amber’s heart was thudding at the light sensation, frustrated by the barely-there touch and the close proximity of his mouth to her mound. Soon, she reminded herself. She looked down at him, realized that Brian was staring back, his mouth but an inch from the aching source of her need. Her inner walls clenched at the sight.
Though he had asked her to wait, she couldn’t be still any longer. Holding his gaze, she tilted her pelvis up in offering, spreading her thighs wider. Brian moved his open mouth so that it nearly covered her now exposed inner flesh, but did not touch. He exhaled a deep, warm breath over her clit, making her cry out, tilting further to him as he pulled his mouth back and looked at the valley between her legs.
“God, you are so beautiful. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? I can see your pouty hole clenching, dripping wet, begging me to fill you.” He was so close she could feel the heat coming off his skin. He looked up into her eyes. “Do you want me to touch you?” he asked.
She clenched again. Barely able to keep from screaming her plea, she cried, “Yes, please!”
He still held her nipples between his fingers and, as he lowered his mouth to cover her open folds, he tightened his hold on them. His tongue lapped against the length of her slit, ending with a probing pressure at her aching nub. He sucked it into his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue, while pulling hard against her nipples with his fingers. She gasped—it was too much. Her pleasure rocketed. Higher, more, faster it built until she screamed, coming harder than she ever had before. Hot flames of heat licked over every nerve as Amber climaxed in waves of tight pulsing pleasure, her hips bucking involuntarily as she spasmed against his mouth and hands.
He sucked and bit and stroked with his tongue over her engorged clit, until the last ripples of her orgasm passed and she began to writhe anew under his dedicated attention.
“Brian,” she begged, as he pulled back from her and dropped his hands to stroke between her legs. He spread her lips wide and slid two fingers deep into her, making her body constrict around his hand. He smiled, thrusting slowly into her a few times, and then withdrawing to smear her juices around the lips.
“I need you,” he groaned, his tone sounding desperate.
God, she wanted it to mean more than in the immediate sense. She could almost convince herself that there was some promise there, but she knew better. She watched him as he ran his fingers around her folds, painting her with her own cream, smearing it into her lips, in slow circles down around her buttocks.
