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Chapter 17

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I went on tiptoe, brushed my lips back and forth across his chin, then reached up and licked his bottom lip

"Fuck me," I whispered "You know you want to"

He reared back, staring at me as if I'd lost my mind But I already knew that I had

"No," he said

I reached down and cupped hiertip up his length

He caught his breath, closed his eyes I slipped ers around him, and pumped

Cursing, he grabbed ed to rub my thumb over his tip; moisture beaded between our skin I wanted to taste him

"Leigh," he ground out

Maybe later

"Stop talking"

I kissed hientle about it No giving, only taking If he kept yapping, I'd lose my nerve, and I didn't want that I wanted him

He gave in with a furious rumble from deep in his chest Suddenly his hands were everywhere, touching everything His ht behind them

I fumbled with his shirt Why now, of all ti? I lost ainst the floor At last I could kiss the chest I'd been fantasizing about

He tasted as good as he s combination of sunshine and shadow Salt and sweet, clean skin I licked his soft, flat nipple It beaded and I rolled it with ue, tested the tip with my teeth

His fingers tightened in ainst my skull to a point just short of pain I suckled him and his hand fell to my waist, but he didn't pullme away I didn't like it

I reached for hirew, heated, and at last he drew ood to be held No one had touched me since Jimmy and

Myto the present

Think of nothing but this, no one but him

My hand increased the pressure, the speed My naed at et rid of easily

I was afraid he'd call a stop again, and if he did, I'd listen to the voice I'd stifled, the one that kept screa, Are you insane?

Maybe Oh well, nothing I hadn't been before

To stifle the voice, I yanked my tank top over my head, lost the boots, the socks, the knife, then shi myself, I could control the situation, control what he sahat I hid

I straightened, standing naked and exposed Suddenly the rooht chilly

The gray light of dawn cast a shadow over his face,his eyes darker than I remembered, closer to brown than hazel His hair wasthe streaks of red amid the chestnut strands His jaas dark with stubble I wanted to feel the scrape against hs, my belly, my breasts

His shirt hung loose, the black accenting his pale, smooth skin His trousers rode low on his hips He was slim but toned, every inch honed to perfection I wanted to see all of him, touch him, too

I eased the shirt froround He see completely still, he didn't reach out Did he find ?

The thought made me frown I hadn't looked at a man with any interest in over two years, but not because no one had looked at me

Small, petite, blond - almost I was flat chested, true, but there were plenty of men who didn't mind, who, in fact, preferred a boyish shape to a voluptuous one However, Daht not be one of them

I stepped forward and laidlike the wings of a bird that had been startled froht appear unaffected, but his body couldn't lie He wanted me

I hooked my thumbs in his pants, shifted them down his hips, over his erection, then let therabbed entle

Hisabout hiers fluttered everywhere, stroking, kneading, discovering

His bed was across the room A lifetime away I was tempted to opt for the kitchen table, but would that label er slut? Probably

Did I care? Not really

The decision was taken out of my hands when he lifted ue Not even when he fell onto his back, letting me sprawl all over him I felt exposed, naked