Fire & Desire (Hero Series) by Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont Page A

doing, Tiffany only
registered sensual pleasure. She found herself leaning against the arm of the
couch as one of his strong hands began stroking her breasts through her bra. He
pushed up the lacy cups until the weight of her breasts was in his hand. He
continued to massage her as his thumb awakened her nipples, both of them puckered
into distinct points, begging to be adored.
    Trevor’s lips left hers as he trailed kisses down her neck. “The
thing I like most about kissing is there’s more than one place to kiss a
woman.” His breath brushed against her skin.
    “Like here,” he said as he kissed her collarbone. “And here.” He
brought his hot, moist, open mouth in contact with one sable nipple.
    You need to stop this , her mind shouted, refusing to give up control.
    A moan escaped Tiffany’s mouth at the initial contact. As the
weight of Trevor’s body rested on hers and his mouth’s suction became more
intense, the sounds became soft cries of pleasure.
    Tiffany’s hips began to move of their own accord, bringing
themselves in connection with Trevor’s. She felt his groaned responses against
her body where his mouth continued to feast.
    Trevor used his other hand to bring her hips closer to his,
allowing her to feel exactly how involved he was in their little foreplay.
    The grinding pressure of his firm manhood against her cleft, left
no doubt that he was being just as affected as she was. Trevor’s lips left her
breasts and recaptured hers, allowing direct contact to answer the request of
their gyrating lower bodies.
    Tiffany had never felt so ravished. Trevor consumed her as he
licked his way back down her body. Fierce heat overwhelmed her as he honored her
breasts again with more vigor than before. Flicking, sucking and rolling his
tongue around her nipples, then giving them small nips with his teeth.
    “Trevor. Trevor,” she began to chant. The pitch of her cries
heightened. Suddenly, she found herself biting into something firm and sweet.
Her mind registered the taste of an apple, as her teeth sank into the firm
fruit Trevor had placed in her mouth to muffle her cries.
    “You’re going to bring the house down.” Humor laced his voice. His
hands continued to fondle her breasts, while his mouth journeyed on. He gave a
few playful licks to her bellybutton as he passed, and then proceeded to
another destination.
    One hand left her breasts and began to undo her pants. The hook
holding her pants together became free as Trevor’s tongue slid across her lower
abdomen.
    Her body began trembling as each tooth of her zipper opened. She
knew what was coming; it was something that she had heard her friends talk
about more than once. With her limited sexual experience, to include the night
in the hotel she didn’t remember, it was an area she had yet to enter as far as
she could remember.
    Trevor’s tongue slipped underneath the top edge of her panties as
both his hands hooked on the side of her slacks to remove them from her. One of
his thumbs slid over the panty-covered mound, then began to make slow and
gentle brush strokes.
    “God, Tiffany, I can’t get enough of you,” he said, words strained
and heated.
    Tiffany couldn’t control her hips from arching toward his
wandering thumb.
    She knew what was coming next. She anticipated the feel of air
against her thighs as Trevor removed her pants. In the distance, as she waited
with expectation, her mind registered the opening tunes of the Rhythm and Blues
artist Maxwell’s sultry ballad “Until the Cops Come Knockin’ . ”
    “Damn,” Trevor growled, took a deep breath, then quickly pushed
away from her and the couch. “Not how I meant for this to go.”
    Shock hit her like ice water. Oh, God, what am I doing? Tiffany
didn’t look at him as she sat up, removed the apple from her mouth, flexed the
tightness out of her jaw and righted her clothes. She could hear him taking
what sounded like deep, cleansing breaths.
    He headed for, and then opened the