“You’re…”
His mental faculties deserted him so much that he couldn’t utter another word, never mind frame a damn sentence. Instead he surged into movement, sitting up with her in his lap, as his hands slid up her ribcage. She was tiny, delicate…and so fucking sexy he shook with the lust that rocked his body.
He took her lips in a kiss that was hot, feral…almost animalistic in its intensity. He drove his tongue deep, stroking, tasting and demanding in one go. Surrounding her with the cage of his arms so she wasn’t hurt, he tumbled them onto the rug in front of the fire.
She gasped at the sudden movement, then moaned and wriggled against him as her back hit the soft surface of the rug. He broke the kiss, but it wasn’t a respite. Instead he planted a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses all the way down her throat. Her bra lasted less than a second, his long fingers making short work of the clasp between her breasts. God bless front opening bras…no need for awkward contortions to undo them.
She whimpered, her back arching as the bra gave and released her breasts from their satin confinement. Rhod swore under his breath as the firelight played over them, caressing the creamy flesh and highlighting the tight, puckered nipples. Crouched over her like some beast of legend, he swooped in and caught one between his lips. He suckled it between his teeth, alternating suckling with quick flicks of his tongue, moving from one breast to the other until she was writhing and moaning beneath him.
God she was so hot. And she was all his.
Chapter Four
“Mine.”
Half lost in a delirium of pleasure, Candy almost missed the growled word. Hands buried in his hair as he licked and sucked at her tits, she paused and tried to get her thought processes in order even as he seemed hell-bent on sending her mad with need.
“Yes, yours,” she agreed.
She liked the hard note of possessiveness in his deep voice, but she liked the swirl of his tongue over her beaded nipple even more. Arching her back again, she offered more of herself to him. A sharp cry escaped her lips as he reached up and tweaked her other nipple, the pleasure-pain sending a fresh rush of heat from her pussy to dampen her panties.
Then he was gone, the warmth of his mouth abandoning her breasts, leaving her nipples wet and aching as he kissed his way down her soft stomach. She sucked in a breath, conscious that she wasn’t in the same great shape that he was, torn between being ticklish and a pussy-clenching need that had her tight in its clutches.
The zipper of her jeans gave, and his hands were inside the denim. They cupped and shaped her ass as he pushed the fabric down. Lifting her hips she helped him take them off. A shiver travelled through her body as the jeans slid down the length of her legs. While he yanked them free of her ankles, she struggled out of the open bra and pitched it onto the sofa. A flush hit her cheeks as she lay back for his perusal, naked apart from her panties.
Sitting on his heels, he swept her body with a hot look, not bothering to conceal the lust and need on his face, nor the thick erection tenting the crotch of his dress pants. He studied every inch of her body until she was ready to squirm and beg him to move. To do something. Anything.
His gaze dropped to her panties and he sucked a breath in. “Fuck. A Thong. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you sweetheart?”
She laughed, the noise breathless and sounding way sexier than she usually did. But it soon turned to a gasp as he wrapped a big hand round each of her ankles, pulling her legs apart to settle his big frame between them.
“I love these.”
He stroked a finger along the lace across her stomach then teased along the edge between her body and thigh. Moving down, ever closer to the part of her that really needed his attention.
She closed her eyes as he played with the lace, her lips parting on a moan as he dipped a finger beneath, and then withdrew. She was killing him? What the hell did he think all this teasing was doing to her?
“What I especially like is the easy access here.”
His fingertips moved up to her hips, to the small ties at the side of the panties. There was a sharp tug, and the fabric fell away, cool air washing over her exposed pussy lips. She whimpered at the slight stimulation, reaching up to cup her breasts as he dropped a kiss on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“That’s it,” he urged as he moved closer, warm breath trickling over her pussy. “Play with them for me. Imagine it’s my hands on you. Teasing, caressing, pinching…”
She listened to his rough, sultry voice, imagining that the hands cupping her breasts were his. Big, warm hands with calluses that spoke of hard work. Rough and smooth, instead of small and soft. A spine-tingling contrast between fantasy and reality as she caressed herself, tweaked her nipples and pulled slightly to feel the bite of pleasure-pain.