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Excerpt:
She
didn't think about what she was doing, reaching behind him and gently
tugging the band free. His black hair fell down to frame the chiseled
lines of his face. He glanced up at her, surprise in his black eyes.
"Sorry." She flashed
a nervous smile, fumbling the leather band in her fingers. "I was
just curious how you looked without the ponytail."
His hand covered
her fidgeting fingers, bringing them to a stand still. Hitching
the pad of his thumb underneath her chin, he brought her gaze up
to meet his. "Is your curiosity satisfied." A hint of hunger played
in his eyes.
It wasn't. Not even
close.
She nodded, unable
to push a sound through suddenly dry lips. She held out the leather
band, her hand tingling with warmth when his fingers brushed against
hers to collect it. He shoved it into his jeans, never taking his
eyes away. Her little stunt was about to start something she wasn't
sure she could end.
She expected the
kiss he graced across her lips, slowly lowering his mouth to hers.
Starting slow and gentle, it deepened when he shifted his body to
press against her side. He was already hard with need, pushing against
her thigh. Knowing he wanted her so soon fueled her own desire.
She forgot they
were sitting in public view of anyone who wandered by. Her hands
graced over the corded muscles shaping his chest, her fingers massaging
the lines creasing through the soft fabric of his shirt. One of
her legs crept into place between his knees, her breasts brushing
against his arm as she curled into his welcoming warmth.
He tasted like a
mixture of wine and cheese, an intoxicating combination swirling
with his spicy scent. The palms of his hands flattened along her
back, urging her closer. She went willingly, tucking her soft curves
tight against his hard body.
She wasn't sure
if the groan escaping came from her or from Chase. They both shared
the ripple of pleasure sparking to life. She wished he really was
hers for the taking, without complications stripping away what he
was able to do to her with a single look.
He felt so good,
so right, tucked snugly against her. She wanted to know what it
would feel like to have him buried deep inside of her, sharing the
most intimate connection.
If only she could.
Her hands tangled in the freed strands of his dark hair. What would
it feel like, making love to this man who drove her senses crazy
and lit her body on fire? It had been so long since she had shared
herself in such a way, and the urges she thought she had buried
were suddenly forging to the surface.
Chase's rough palms
rubbed against her cheeks, cupping the sides of her face, slowly
ending the kiss. "Much more of this and I won't be able to stop
myself." His thumb stroked the line of her swollen lips, passing
over the moisture his kiss left behind.
"We can take this
inside if you would like?"
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