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was still cool despite the flush he could feel thrumming through
the veins beneath her skin, but the little sounds she made as he tangled his
tongue with hers and pressed her further against the wall were unmistakable and
hard to ignore. He liked the fact that she was wearing leggings rather than a
dress, because he didn’t have to push her skirt up in order to wrap her legs
around his waist. Her core, which was molten compared to the rest of her body,
felt like heaven as it slid against his hardness, and shivers of pleasure ran
through her body every time he ground himself against her.
    But it was not enough, and even
though the tunic and leggings showcased her body, they also completely covered
her, and he needed to feel her skin against his. Without breaking the kiss, he
hauled her up against him and stumbled blindly down the hallway, knocking into
the walls. Neither of them cared when a vase fell off a small decorative table
and crashed against the hardwood floor, or when a painting slid from the wall.
The need to become closer, to become one overpowered everything else.
    Eventually they made it to the
bedroom, and he tossed her on the downy coverlet. She didn’t get much of a
chance to admire him as he towered over her, looking both dangerous and
desirable with that hungry look in his eyes, before he covered her with his
body and took her lips again. It wasn’t long before his fingers tunneled
beneath her tunic to find her breasts, and she arched into him as he flicked
his thumbs over her nipples.
    Thomas teased her mercilessly
with his hands, greedily swallowing every gasp and moan she made as he
continued to kiss her—they were so sweet he could almost taste them on
each breath that left her lips. His shaft grew harder as she pressed herself
against his hands, hooking one of her ankles around his calf to bring him
closer.
    Wanting to see her skin, he
lifted her into a sitting position long enough to pull the tunic off. Her
breasts bounced free, round, full creamy globes with pink, frosted nipples that
had his mouth watering. He pushed her back down onto the bed, then took her
left breast into his mouth, nipping and sucking at the pink, beaded pearl.
    A cry left Elsbeth’s lips, and
her hands flew to Thomas’s hair, digging her nails into his scalp as he
tormented her with his lips, teeth, and tongue. She’d never thought this could
be so good. His spicy male scent surrounded her and she inhaled greedily, like
it was a drug. And perhaps he was her drug; she’d been unable to stay away from
him since the moment she’d first seen him. And even though by doing so she’d
only further complicated their lives, she wouldn’t take it back for the world.
Nor would she let him go.
    His lips left a burning trail
down her abdomen, nipping at her ribs, his tongue dipping into her navel.
Slowly, he peeled off her leggings, revealing her smooth, snowy white legs with
every inch. A sudden shyness had her clamping them together, and they trembled
as he ran a finger from her left knee down to her ankle.
    “You’re so beautiful.” His voice
was soft, in direct contrast to the fire in his eyes. “Don’t hide yourself from
me. I want to see you.” He lifted her leg, and trailed open-mouthed kisses up
her calf and to her inner knee. By the time he started licking and nibbling her
thigh, her other leg had gone limp, and was resting on the coverlet, giving him
easy access to what he wanted most.
    “That’s it,” he murmured, sliding
his hands beneath her knees so he could spread her legs wide. Her pink, swollen
folds glistened from beneath a thatch of black curls. He licked his lips, then
rested the backs of her calves on his shoulders before leaning down to press a
kiss there.
    “Thomas,” Elsbeth gasped, her
fingers finding his hair again, though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hold
him there or pull him away. “What are you doing?”
    He lifted his head briefly,
scorching her with his eyes. “Showing my