HandsOn by Jaci Burton Page A

through her.
    When his mouth came down over hers, she grabbed for his hair
and held him close, searching out his tongue with her own.
    She was starving. Literally starving for this kind of
intimacy. It had been so long…correction, it had never been like this. She’d
never felt this way about a man before, and she welcomed every sensation, both
deliriously sexual and profoundly emotional.
    Her desire for Mark had become an all-consuming passion that
threatened to swallow her up and leave nothing behind.
    And she loved it. Wanted it. Needed this more than she
needed to breathe.
    He dragged his mouth away from her lips and kissed her neck,
licking at her earlobe. He whispered, “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
    All the while his hands flipped open the buttons on her
sundress, one by one. His knuckles brushed her breasts—how could that be so
incredibly arousing?
    With two fingers he deftly popped open the front clasp of
her bra. When he cupped the globes in his hands, she gasped. “No. Don’t stop.”
    His half-hooded eyes were nearly black. “Make sure this is
what you want.”
    She stilled, wondering what he meant. Was he as insecure as
she? No, it wasn’t possible. And yet, he’d sounded that way. “This is exactly
what I want. Now will you shut up and make love to me?”
    A low growl escaped his throat and he kissed her hard,
rocking against her sex. He bent down and slowly slipped his hands under her
dress, raising goose bumps against her thighs. Her legs trembled when he
reached her panties. She nearly fell to the floor when he slipped his fingers
under the strings at her hips and pulled them down her legs.
    “Wow. When I give a command you sure obey quickly.”
    His grin was lethal. Wicked and filled with sexual promise.
She gulped back the nervous jitters and concentrated only on watching him pull
his jeans and shirt off.
    He hadn’t worn underwear. Holy hell, that was sexy!
    His body was magnificent. Tanned, muscular in all the right
places, but not overly so. She wanted that body covering hers, wanted to feel
his weight against her, inside her.
    “We’re in the kitchen, Mark.”
    “So? You can only do it in the bedroom?”
    It was the only location she’d had sex so far. “I guess
not.”
    “Ever done it on the kitchen table?”
    She looked at the wobbly-legged, chrome and laminate table
and envisioned a disaster. “Not sure that’s a good idea.”
    “Fine. I have another idea.” He scooped her into his arms
and sat her on the countertop.
    “My butt is freezing up here.” She wriggled to get down, but
he laid his hands on her thighs, his fingers tucked just inside the hem of her
sundress.
    “Not for long.” He pushed her back and pulled her legs down
over the edge, then kneeled.
    “Oh God.”
    “Oh yeah.”
    He started at her knees, touching and placing light kisses
against her skin until she wanted to scream at him to get up and fuck her. Then
again, there was nothing more thrilling than seeing this dark-haired devil’s
face between her legs.
    As he moved upward, he lifted her dress. Inch by agonizing
inch. When he licked her inner thighs, she arched her back and let out a low
moan.
    “Talk to me, Lara,” he murmured against her thigh. “I like
it when you make noises.”
    Good thing. She wasn’t quiet. Especially when he put his
mouth over her sex. Then she wasn’t quiet at all. She moaned, long and loud.
    He chuckled, then placed his mouth on her clit and sucked.
She nearly toppled off the counter. Gripping the edge with her fingers, she
held on, her body tense with the need for release.
    His mouth was warm, wet. His tongue was so magically
talented that she wondered if he’d written the book on oral sex.
    “Yes, Mark. Lick me like that.” She gave instructions,
letting him know exactly where to put his mouth, his tongue, his hands. He
followed every one to the letter, taking her to the brink and then moving away.
    “Dammit, I’m so close.”
    He stopped and she