Since I Fell For You(55)

“No, I won’t.” Her words were breathless. Excited. “All I want is for you to kiss me.”

Lord, did he ever want that too. And yet, now that she was finally in his arms and he was letting himself touch her, he had to stroke her jaw with his thumb. Had to memorize the hitch in her breath as her breathing sped up.

“You’re beautiful, Suzanne.” He inhaled her sweet and spicy scent. “So beautiful I can’t stop looking, can’t stop wanting to touch, even when I know I shouldn’t.”

She reached for him too, putting her hands on his biceps, then running them up and over his shoulders and back, his muscles and tendons flexing at her touch. “You’re the beautiful one.” She splayed her hand over his abs, which tightened beneath her fingertips. “A work of art.” She licked her lips. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I’ve never had the kind of dreams about anyone that I have about you. Wicked. Sexy. You have no idea how badly I ache when I see you in the morning and know I can’t drag you inside to my bedroom and make those dreams real.”

His groan at hearing she’d been having sexy dreams about him was muffled by her hair as he rubbed his cheek along hers. She was so soft. So warm. As if simply being in his arms like this was more than enough to heat her up all over.

He’d never been so enthralled by anyone, never been so attuned to every beat of a woman’s heart, to every breath she inhaled and exhaled, to the way her strong, lithe body trembled against his as she pressed her luscious curves more completely against him.

Finally, he put his mouth on her, feathering the lightest of kisses against the curve of her ear. She made a purring sound and her hands came around his hips to grab the dark wool of his slacks so that his arousal throbbed hard and thick against her stomach.

Kindling turned into red-hot flames as he crushed her mouth beneath his and finally devoured. And she devoured him right back, two ravenous souls finally taking the kiss they’d both been starved for.

She tasted like sunshine.

She tasted like sin.

She tasted like the sweetest treat in the world.

Roman had never believed that time could stop, that the earth could fall off its axis, that his entire life could change in an instant. Not until this kiss, when the pleasure of being with Suzanne was the only thing that mattered. When it felt like he’d finally found the reason he was here. All the hurt, the worry, the boundary lines that had been between them slipped completely away as they moved as close as they could get to one another.

Roman couldn’t think. Couldn’t plan. Couldn’t stop. Couldn’t do anything but give in to the greatest pleasure he’d ever known, from nothing more than kissing the woman in his arms.

Her mouth was a gift, one he wanted to spend hours exploring. Days. Weeks. And yet, he couldn’t keep his lips from roving across her jaw so that he could lick the sensitive skin of her neck.

Touching, tasting her like this was more than he’d ever thought he’d get to experience. But now that his pent-up need was finally starting to spill through the cracks in his control, the entire dam was about to break. A handful of perfect kisses wasn’t enough to quench his thirst for her. He wanted more. Needed more.

So much more that when she said, “I can’t get enough of you,” he officially lost his mind and reached around to the back of her dress.

Easily finding the zipper, he felt her shiver as he slid it down her spine, his fingertips grazing her soft skin. Just like that, the dress fell, and she was bared to him. There was enough moonlight shining through the trees for him to see that she was wearing only a wisp of panties.

Heels.

And nothing else.

Suzanne wasn’t shy as he took in her nearly nude body, nor did she start posing for him like other women had. She simply stood and let him look his fill.

Let him reach out like a man possessed to caress her breasts.

Let him cup the soft swells in his big hands.

Let him slide his callused fingertips over the tightening peaks.

Let him lower his mouth and run his tongue over her.

Let him rain endless kisses over one breast, and then the other, while she arched into his hands, his mouth, whispering his name and tangling her hands in his hair to bring him close and keep him there.

He wanted to drop to his knees before her. Wanted to worship every inch of her body. Wanted to take off the last inches of fabric that hid the rest of her from him. Wanted to press hot kisses between her thighs until she wasn’t just whispering his name, but crying it out.

He was so far gone that he was already halfway there, was pressing kisses to the undersides of her breasts, to the top of her rib cage, to the delicious skin above her belly button, his knees almost on the ground, when a branch broke beneath his foot. Loud enough to break through the desire that had made him blind to all reason, to all sense.