Distinguished Service & Every Move You Make (Uniformly Hot!) by Tori Carrington Page B
Authors: Tori Carrington
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was…kissing her.
She stared straight into his open eyes as his lips pressed against hers. The meeting was soft…sweet…unexpected. Then something within her sighed and her eyelids drifted closed, allowing her to fully appreciate the sensations tingling outward from where they touched, however briefly.
He slowly pulled back and she nearly whimpered, only to feel him press against her again.
Geneva couldn’t be sure how it happened… One moment they were saying good-night and he was joking about a friendly kiss on the cheek, the next their kiss pole vaulted into wickedly hot territory, with no mats around to cushion the fall.
Oh, wow. Just…wow.
He released his hold on her hands and she felt his fingertips on either side of her jaw. She skimmed her hands up the thickness of his forearms, heat unfolding deep in her belly like a long-forgotten love note. His tongue dipped out and she welcomed its wetness in her mouth, inviting him as far as he wanted even as she hesitantly explored his openness.
Had she ever been kissed like this? She felt breathless and so vividly alive she could barely stand it.
Then he touched her breast.
She was pretty sure the gasp she heard was her own. But she wasn’t entirely clear. Somewhere over the past few minutes, she’d stopped being herself. Stopped being aware of anything but the thick pulsing of blood through her veins, the wetness between her thighs, the need for more—much more—building in her belly.
Yes…
Mace cupped her breast through the fabric of her bra and dress, seeking for and finding her stiff nipple. She bit her bottom lip briefly and continued kissing him. She was so very sensitive, so very aware of every nuance, every touch, in ways she hadn’t been before.
He reached for the buttons that ran down the front of her dress and she shivered as his fingertips met with her bare skin. He found her breast again, tunneling underneath until her bra cup gave and her confined flesh popped free.
His barely audible groan fed the flames flicking over her, but paled by comparison when he ran his tongue over her nipple.
Geneva moved her hands to his shoulders for support, just in case her knees decided to give out under his slow, concentrated attention. His lips tugged at her, his tongue teased, his mouth tasted. By the time he moved back up to her mouth, leaving her fully damp and shivering, she was pretty sure she couldn’t remember what her birthday was, never mind her name.
Then she felt the backs of his fingers against her stomach…
She sucked in air. She honestly didn’t know if she could stand it anymore without…without…
His fingers touched the damp curls between her thighs through her panties.
She nearly passed out from sheer pleasure…
* * *
M ACE COULD SMELL Geneva’s scent, thick and musky, as fully as her perfume. And it was driving him beyond crazy with need.
No, he hadn’t planned to kiss her.
No, he hadn’t anticipated his hand moving to her breasts.
No, the thought of touching her womanhood hadn’t been part of tonight’s schedule.
But he’d be damned if he could stop himself.
Especially since she seemed to want to be touched as much as he wanted to touch her.
His fingers found the crotch of her panties and he groaned. She was soaked.
If he needed any more impetus to continue, that was it.
But as he worked his index finger inside the elastic to run the length of her, he knew a moment of pause.
He forced himself to drag his mouth from hers and pull his hand away. She made a small sound that nearly sent him straight back in.
Instead, he drew away to stare into her heavy-lidded eyes. “Is this…okay?”
“Okay? Yes. Oh, yes…”
He waited for her to register what he was asking.
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed even deeper as comprehension dawned. “Um, yes. I’m a fully functioning female for at least the next six months.”
He couldn’t help his grin. “Good.”
He leaned back in and reclaimed her mouth.
God, she tasted,
She stared straight into his open eyes as his lips pressed against hers. The meeting was soft…sweet…unexpected. Then something within her sighed and her eyelids drifted closed, allowing her to fully appreciate the sensations tingling outward from where they touched, however briefly.
He slowly pulled back and she nearly whimpered, only to feel him press against her again.
Geneva couldn’t be sure how it happened… One moment they were saying good-night and he was joking about a friendly kiss on the cheek, the next their kiss pole vaulted into wickedly hot territory, with no mats around to cushion the fall.
Oh, wow. Just…wow.
He released his hold on her hands and she felt his fingertips on either side of her jaw. She skimmed her hands up the thickness of his forearms, heat unfolding deep in her belly like a long-forgotten love note. His tongue dipped out and she welcomed its wetness in her mouth, inviting him as far as he wanted even as she hesitantly explored his openness.
Had she ever been kissed like this? She felt breathless and so vividly alive she could barely stand it.
Then he touched her breast.
She was pretty sure the gasp she heard was her own. But she wasn’t entirely clear. Somewhere over the past few minutes, she’d stopped being herself. Stopped being aware of anything but the thick pulsing of blood through her veins, the wetness between her thighs, the need for more—much more—building in her belly.
Yes…
Mace cupped her breast through the fabric of her bra and dress, seeking for and finding her stiff nipple. She bit her bottom lip briefly and continued kissing him. She was so very sensitive, so very aware of every nuance, every touch, in ways she hadn’t been before.
He reached for the buttons that ran down the front of her dress and she shivered as his fingertips met with her bare skin. He found her breast again, tunneling underneath until her bra cup gave and her confined flesh popped free.
His barely audible groan fed the flames flicking over her, but paled by comparison when he ran his tongue over her nipple.
Geneva moved her hands to his shoulders for support, just in case her knees decided to give out under his slow, concentrated attention. His lips tugged at her, his tongue teased, his mouth tasted. By the time he moved back up to her mouth, leaving her fully damp and shivering, she was pretty sure she couldn’t remember what her birthday was, never mind her name.
Then she felt the backs of his fingers against her stomach…
She sucked in air. She honestly didn’t know if she could stand it anymore without…without…
His fingers touched the damp curls between her thighs through her panties.
She nearly passed out from sheer pleasure…
* * *
M ACE COULD SMELL Geneva’s scent, thick and musky, as fully as her perfume. And it was driving him beyond crazy with need.
No, he hadn’t planned to kiss her.
No, he hadn’t anticipated his hand moving to her breasts.
No, the thought of touching her womanhood hadn’t been part of tonight’s schedule.
But he’d be damned if he could stop himself.
Especially since she seemed to want to be touched as much as he wanted to touch her.
His fingers found the crotch of her panties and he groaned. She was soaked.
If he needed any more impetus to continue, that was it.
But as he worked his index finger inside the elastic to run the length of her, he knew a moment of pause.
He forced himself to drag his mouth from hers and pull his hand away. She made a small sound that nearly sent him straight back in.
Instead, he drew away to stare into her heavy-lidded eyes. “Is this…okay?”
“Okay? Yes. Oh, yes…”
He waited for her to register what he was asking.
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed even deeper as comprehension dawned. “Um, yes. I’m a fully functioning female for at least the next six months.”
He couldn’t help his grin. “Good.”
He leaned back in and reclaimed her mouth.
God, she tasted,
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