protest escaped her throat as his lips suddenly pulled back for her. A tingling rush of heated sensation attacked her scalp as he pulled her head back and blazed a path of erotic pleasure down her neck.
Highly sensitive, soaking in his touch and begging for more, her skin heated, and another moan escaped her throat as his teeth rasped against her flesh.
“Logan.” She needed more. More of the pleasure and the heat that came from each touch, each stroke of his lips against her flesh, each exciting touch.
She felt like a virgin again, experiencing her first sexual touch. No, she couldn’t say that. Because even then it hadn’t been this exciting or this sexually dark.
She could feel him holding back, holding on to his control, and the knowledge of it sent a rush of bravado racing through her.
She didn’t want his control.
She wanted him out of control. She wanted all that dark, intent hunger she could feel threatening to escape.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he growled, his voice rasping, as dangerously sexual as the knowledge of the hunger he was holding back.
“Bet me.” Oh, she knew what she was doing, and she knew now exactly what she wanted.
This was why she couldn’t stay away from him. Why she had taken one look at him and all she could think about was his touch, his kiss.
Not just the reason she was here, or the sister she needed vengeance for. God no, she needed him for her as well.
A stinging little nip of his teeth against her neck was her reward for her challenge.
But if that was her reward, what was the slow lowering of the straps of her grown until they cleared her breasts?
Skye held her breath, waiting, watching, as his gaze dropped to her breasts, despite the fact that it had to be too dark for him to actually see much.
His thumb raked over a nipple again, drawing a quick, muted moan from her lips.
“How pretty.” He cupped the mound, lifting it further. “I’ve been dying to taste those hard little nipples. Every time I’ve seen you I’ve watched your nipples harden, press against your clothing as though begging for my lips.”
Oh yeah, that was exactly what they were doing.
She could beg him verbally if that was what he wanted.
She would probably end up doing it anyway.
His head lowered.
The warmth of his breath was the first warning of what was to come. When his tongue raked over the excited little tip, though, nothing could have prepared her for the sharp burst of radiant heat that exploded against it.
His tongue licked, rubbed against her nipple as though to soothe it, but it only grew tighter, harder.
Needier.
“You taste like candy, Skye.” His voice was a dark rasp of hunger. “I have a helluva sweet tooth.”
The almost-playful quality in the sexually roughened male tone had a flood of weakness racing through her. A lassitude edged with hunger and need.
His hard, corded body tightened beneath her touch as her hand slid from his shoulders to his neck, then buried itself in the overly long strands of dark blond hair.
The thick strands were just slightly coarse against her fingers, caressing her palms as she filled her hands with them and tried to bring him closer. She just wanted to bring him closer. To make him assuage the need his playful tongue was building as he bent his head to the hard peak of first one nipple, then the other.
His tongue was a velvet rasp of exquisite pleasure as it rubbed over the sensitive tip. His tongue hardening to probe at the bundle of nerve endings as she arched to get closer, to feel more.
It wasn’t enough. Oh God. Just a little more pressure. Just a little more sensation.
His teeth suddenly gripped the taut point, tugging at it, sending a furious rush of nearing rapture to tighten through her womb, to clench at her clitoris and spill a rush of dampness between her thighs.
It was like being thrown into a wild vortex of increasing sensual eroticism. A pleasure she had no idea how to counter and absolutely no
Highly sensitive, soaking in his touch and begging for more, her skin heated, and another moan escaped her throat as his teeth rasped against her flesh.
“Logan.” She needed more. More of the pleasure and the heat that came from each touch, each stroke of his lips against her flesh, each exciting touch.
She felt like a virgin again, experiencing her first sexual touch. No, she couldn’t say that. Because even then it hadn’t been this exciting or this sexually dark.
She could feel him holding back, holding on to his control, and the knowledge of it sent a rush of bravado racing through her.
She didn’t want his control.
She wanted him out of control. She wanted all that dark, intent hunger she could feel threatening to escape.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he growled, his voice rasping, as dangerously sexual as the knowledge of the hunger he was holding back.
“Bet me.” Oh, she knew what she was doing, and she knew now exactly what she wanted.
This was why she couldn’t stay away from him. Why she had taken one look at him and all she could think about was his touch, his kiss.
Not just the reason she was here, or the sister she needed vengeance for. God no, she needed him for her as well.
A stinging little nip of his teeth against her neck was her reward for her challenge.
But if that was her reward, what was the slow lowering of the straps of her grown until they cleared her breasts?
Skye held her breath, waiting, watching, as his gaze dropped to her breasts, despite the fact that it had to be too dark for him to actually see much.
His thumb raked over a nipple again, drawing a quick, muted moan from her lips.
“How pretty.” He cupped the mound, lifting it further. “I’ve been dying to taste those hard little nipples. Every time I’ve seen you I’ve watched your nipples harden, press against your clothing as though begging for my lips.”
Oh yeah, that was exactly what they were doing.
She could beg him verbally if that was what he wanted.
She would probably end up doing it anyway.
His head lowered.
The warmth of his breath was the first warning of what was to come. When his tongue raked over the excited little tip, though, nothing could have prepared her for the sharp burst of radiant heat that exploded against it.
His tongue licked, rubbed against her nipple as though to soothe it, but it only grew tighter, harder.
Needier.
“You taste like candy, Skye.” His voice was a dark rasp of hunger. “I have a helluva sweet tooth.”
The almost-playful quality in the sexually roughened male tone had a flood of weakness racing through her. A lassitude edged with hunger and need.
His hard, corded body tightened beneath her touch as her hand slid from his shoulders to his neck, then buried itself in the overly long strands of dark blond hair.
The thick strands were just slightly coarse against her fingers, caressing her palms as she filled her hands with them and tried to bring him closer. She just wanted to bring him closer. To make him assuage the need his playful tongue was building as he bent his head to the hard peak of first one nipple, then the other.
His tongue was a velvet rasp of exquisite pleasure as it rubbed over the sensitive tip. His tongue hardening to probe at the bundle of nerve endings as she arched to get closer, to feel more.
It wasn’t enough. Oh God. Just a little more pressure. Just a little more sensation.
His teeth suddenly gripped the taut point, tugging at it, sending a furious rush of nearing rapture to tighten through her womb, to clench at her clitoris and spill a rush of dampness between her thighs.
It was like being thrown into a wild vortex of increasing sensual eroticism. A pleasure she had no idea how to counter and absolutely no
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