Unexpectedly His(31)

He pulled his lips away slowly, his thumbs caressing their edges. “God, I love those little sounds you make…drive…me…crazy.”

That voice.

Drive…me…crazy. Oh, she knew the feeling. Her hands twisted in the hair at the back of his neck, dragging him closer, returning his kiss with unfamiliar need. She loved the feel of his rumpled, less-than-tidy hair threaded through her fingers, the rough texture of his five-o’clock shadow against her skin.

He pulled away slightly, but stayed close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek, the soft cotton of his T-shirt tickling the skin at her open neckline. He edged her glasses away from her face and eased her back against the soft leather, reaching past her to set her glasses on an end table. The spectacular play of muscles in his forearms and biceps sent heat racing through her body. “I wanted you that first night.” He reached into the pocket of his low-riders and withdrew the turquoise mask she’d left behind in the bar. “And I want you right now.”#p#分页标题#e#

She gasped at the sight of her disguise and fisted his T-shirt in her hands.

“Close your eyes and let me show you just how incredibly sexy you are.”

“Nick…”

“Close. Your. Eyes.” His gaze locked onto hers, he unfolded the mask…slowly…like a seduction, and her eyes drifted shut. He slipped the mask on her face and tied the ribbon at the back of her neck. Every fiber of her body pulsated in anticipation, aware of the gentle movement of his strong hands as they caressed her shoulders, skimming the outside of her arms, detouring into the subtle inlet of her waist. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

A pleading moan escaped her. The heck with the deal. “I don’t want to stop.”

His hands blazed a trail across her ribcage, moving across the curve of her hips and stomach to the apex of her thighs. She moaned as he touched her. Exposed and willing, her lips sought his. Soft, sexy whimpers rose from the back of her throat. “Kiss me,” she said.

His lips covered hers, not searching, not sweet, but exquisitely rough, diving into the depths of her mouth.

He moved one knee between her legs, and his fingers found the hem of her nightgown. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

“No,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to show you?” he asked, moving the fabric higher, drifting past her knees to reveal the tender skin of her upper thighs. With her eyes closed, the sensations were magnified. “Or do you want me to stop?”

“I want you to show me.”

She felt a rustle of movement, then his teeth nipped at one of her nipples through the filmy fabric of her nightgown. Instinctively, her body arched against him and her head fell back in an open invitation to explore her body more completely. Her body trembled, responding to his every bite and touch. He circled the edge of her nipple, first with his palm, then with the tips of his fingers, pinching and tweaking as his tongue licked and kissed her aching nipple though the cotton, switching his ministrations between each breast until she thought she might combust.

Eyes closed, she felt his warmth against her skin, teasing her, misdirecting her with his breath and his voice, causing her body to arch in search of him only to be surprised when his mouth found a new, undiscovered place to tease and caress. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and when he nipped the throbbing peaks again, she gasped at the pleasure and pain of his touch. “Nick, please,” she whispered. “I can’t wait any more.”

Beneath the hem of her nightgown, his fingers blazed a hot trail over her thighs, across her stomach, toward her wet center. She was ready, hot and wet and waiting to feel his touch inside her. Two fingers slid under the lacy edge of her panties to trace her opening. God, she felt so sexy and free. He pressed his fingers deep inside.

Every touch sent her reeling into dangerous territory. He flicked her clit with his thumb and she felt raw need stretch across her features. Her body shuddered as his fingers circled her core, easing in and out of her. Time melted away as he worked the most sensitive parts of her body, driving her straight to the edge of desperation. All she could think about was him and this wondrous new sense of pleasure and adventure.

This is what it felt like to be appreciated by a man. To have him touch her until she was hot and desperate and pleading. This was what she’d been missing.

Her inner siren was officially in the building.

In his home.

In his arms.

As his fingers continued to circle her, his free hand peeled the nightie off her shoulders, allowing his lips to work their way across her naked breasts, tasting her heated skin, stopping only to hear her moan and cry out with agonized desire, before his kiss traveled farther, upward and across her collarbone, burrowing in her neck, licking at her earlobe, until finally moving over to her begging lips.#p#分页标题#e#