Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(36)

Rick shifted closer to her and she moved his hand in a wider circle, so his fingertips brushed the underside of her breasts through her bra, then the top of her skirt, making her stomach twitch and jump.

This was the sexiest thing she’d ever done in her life, but he had to take over soon or she’d start to feel foolish.

“Then what?” he said hoarsely, hunger in his eyes.

“Then he wants to kiss me.”

“Samantha—”

“And that’s what I want,” she rushed to say. “I want you to kiss me, Rick. Make love to me.” She released his hand and slid her fingers into his short hair and waited and watched.

She saw the moment he gave in. His green eyes flashed like heat lightning and his hands seemed to convulse around her face. He held her cheeks between his broad palms. Then he kissed her, shaking hard, as if he were doing something terribly wrong.

Samantha kissed him back, showing him with everything in her he was doing something absolutely right.





8




SAMANTHA WAS RELIEVED when Rick deepened the kiss, easing his tongue into her mouth as if it belonged there, and she opened wide, giving him room to move and explore and take all he wanted.

Still holding her face, he broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes. “This is what you want?” he said fiercely, his entire body shaking. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” But the word came out in a gasp because he’d slid his hand between her legs. She spread her thighs, welcoming his touch, and he brushed her crotch with his fingers, while she quivered and panted.

“I can’t leave you alone,” he said. “I can’t stop wanting you.” He ran his finger deliberately across her with the exact right pressure.

“Good. That’s good.” She fought to hold a thought while fireworks shot off everywhere inside her. An entire Fourth of July under her skin. She gasped for air, knowing this was happening too fast. She’d been too abruptly excited. She needed to slow down a bit.

As if he’d read her mind, Rick removed his finger, easing the too-swift tightness there. He lowered his mouth to hers. “No hurry,” he murmured, telling her he understood. When he kissed her, his tongue was easy, coaxing her to gradual heat with slow, sure pressure, and she felt the delicious building tension that would lead to a sure climax.

If only they were naked. If only clothes could whip away. She had condoms in her purse—cherry-flavored novelty ones from Val’s shop—but her bag was across the room and she hardly had the strength to speak, let alone move.

She wanted to reach for his shirt buttons, but he undid the front clasp of her top and she couldn’t do anything but enjoy the pleasure of his eyes on her bare breasts.

“Beautiful,” he said, leaning down to suck one nipple deep into his mouth, sending a ribbon of desire to her sex, twisting it exquisitely tight. At the same time, he returned his fingers to the place between her thighs, setting off vibrations like guitar strings continually brushed as he stroked and stroked.

“Oh, that’s so good. It’s so…so…” She couldn’t get out the words. She was flying away, skimming through the air as he stroked and sucked her. She dug her fingers into his hair to hold on to her sanity and moaned helplessly.

After lovely moments, Rick shifted his kisses downward to the underside of her breast.

Don’t go, she wanted to say, but then he ran his tongue down the middle of her torso and kissed her stomach, his hands sliding down her body, moving down and down.

“What are you…?” Doing, she wanted to say, but couldn’t…quite…get it…out.

“I’m tasting you,” he said, tugging her gold-trimmed skirt down, too, then all the way off. She was all but naked now. Her bra hung by its straps on her arms, her breasts bared, the air teasing her nipples, wet from Rick’s mouth, and now her sex was open to Rick’s gaze.

And his kiss. Oh, his kiss. Holy Hannah in July, Rick was going down on her. That was such a personal, intense thing to do.

He softly brushed his lips along the top edge of her hair, melting her. Her stomach jumped under his mouth, tickled and thrilled by the intimate touch.

He slid his hands down to hold her bottom in place, as he teased her through her hair, close, but not quite there, warming her up, getting her ready for the experience.

He angled her sex toward his mouth, looking at that secret part of her as if he’d craved a taste all his life.

“Yeah,” he said in satisfaction and lowered his mouth to barely brush her mound. His breath rushed between her folds until she seemed to liquefy like chocolate in a fist. If he kept this up, she might dissolve altogether.