Always (Family Justice Book 1) by Suzanne Halliday Page A

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    “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. The way your eyes glow whenever I suit up my inner gentleman makes me want to fuck you on the spot until that glow turns smoky and dazed.”
    Meghan flicked her tongue briefly on the center of her lips in an attempt to restore moisture to her suddenly bone-dry mouth. “Glad you left the gentleman at the door,” she whispered.
    He growled in response and dipped his head to capture her lips, but she pushed on his chest to stop him while starting to slip the buttons through their holes. Her sexy-as-fuck Major allowed her to undress him, even holding up each wrist while she concentrated on removing his silver cuff links. After the shirt was off, she stooped and picked up his jacket and put both garments over the back of a nearby chair, slipping the cuff links into his suit jacket pocket.
    A wry smirk flashed on her face. Shit, even his cuff links were sexy. Button on the cuff? Hell to the no! Alexander Valleja-Marquez had cuff links and tie tacks, lapel pins and collar bars. He might rock a pair of worn jeans like a panty-creaming god, but when he did the suit and tie thing, well…Justin Timberlake started singing in the background of Meghan’s imagination, and it was usually all she could do to refrain from jumping on him and climbing the man like a tree.
    And as if her thoughts weren’t hot enough, when she turned back, Meghan felt the oxygen leave her brain. He was so goddamn gorgeous it melted her insides. Bare chested, his dress pants had a highly evident bulge under the zipper and were held up by a thin leather belt with a small buckle that her fingers itched to undo.
    Stalking around him in a slow circle, her fingers drifted along his waist from the front to back where she stopped and stepped closer. Running her fingers down his spine, she murmured close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin, “You have such a beautiful posture. Strong. Confident. Powerful. I like that.”
    He half groaned, half growled an “Unf,” but said nothing else.
    She put her hands on his waist and slipped her fingers inside the band of his pants so her fingertips caressed the top of his hipbones.
    “You’re carrying stress in your hips. I see it when you walk.” She stroked his flesh and let her fingertips drift closer to the trail of hair that led from his navel to his staff. Meghan loved Alex’s body. It excited the shit out of her. He grunted when she whipped her hands out of his waistband and began attacking the belt buckle from her position behind him.
    Before she knew what was happening, he’d swung around, grabbed her hands in his, and slammed her against the wall with her arms held overhead. The whimper she let loose was pure reflex from having his erection pressed into her belly as he pinned her in place with his hips.
    No! She really needed to put her hands on him. Seek out the areas that needed relief and work her special magic to help ease his pain. “Oh, Alex. Please, baby,” she cried, “I need to touch you.”
    “I know,” he growled low and deep as he ground against her. “And you can. After you tongue fuck me with that sexy mouth of yours.”
    He crushed her lips under his, demanding everything as he ferociously kissed her. Oh, my God. His hungry, devouring mouth tasted so damn good.
    Meghan whimpered under the onslaught, kissing him back, swirling her tongue with his, giving as good as she got. With her hands pressed against the wall, all she could do was squirm as he ground his hips into her.
    What he was doing was pure Alex. He was going to let her indulge in one of her sexy massages. He was even going to go along with her little topping fantasy where she was the mistress and him her compliant lover, but first, he was going to remind her who was really in charge. Seriously , she wondered. Does it get any better than this ?
    All that macho, chest-thumping, primal domination was just so damn sexy and hot. Tongue fuck him? Jeez. That expression was new.