beautiful woman, she had some crazy ways.
She repositioned herself between his legs and opened her mouth. He rewarded her with the meal she’d had in a long time. Patiently and carefully, he fed her. She rewarded him by sucking the spices and juices from his fingers. Heaven must be like this, Tanner mused.
“I could get used to this,” Grace sighed.
“So could I,” he said.
Pure enchantment. Romantic. Relaxing. Grace had no idea life could be so sweet. Had she not agreed to have dinner with Tanner, she still wouldn’t know. Even though the time with him was only a temporary satisfaction—sweet distraction—from the loneliness she experienced everyday it was just what the doctor ordered. She pinched him.
He pinched her back.
She offered him a hazy gaze. “OK. So we know we’re not dreaming.”
“Speak for yourself. I need more convincing.” Deep and low, his voice flowed through her ear like a tropical breeze. He leaned toward her. Ardent desire flickered in his eyes. He was a man possessed. Incapable of controlling his own actions, he yielded to his unshakable need to devour her soft lips. Grace’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for the inevitable to happen. She wanted to protest, but when his mouth came crashing down upon hers, she was rendered speechless. He sucked liberally on her succulent bottom lip. Heat whipped through her body as his tongue flitted against her tongue, melting her resistance. Ready and willing, she was his for the taking.
His fervid need matched hers stroke-for-stroke and kiss-for-kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wound her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life. The ground seemed to shake beneath her. Fire burned in the pit of her stomach. “More, more, more,” her body screamed.
Tanner’s lips voyaged from her mouth and sailed down her neck. The circular motion of his tongue on her skin caused her to purr against his ear. Blind passion consumed her, revealing how starved her body had been for a man’s touch—Tanner’s touch. She shuddered when his fingers trailed a blazing path up her thigh, settling on her bountiful rear. She squealed with delight as he squeezed the meaty flesh inside her panties. His skilled hands stroked her backside with eagerness and tenderness. The bliss she felt was divine. Sweet ecstasy seized her senses. Her heart galloped wildly in her chest like it was competing in the Kentucky Derby. She breathed erratically, not knowing what to do. Of course, she’d fantasized about kissing, rubbing, holding, and tasting Tanner. Even in her dreams, she hadn’t given in to his touch so easily. In reality, she had crossed a forbidden path of pleasure with him. Slowly, he was destroying the wall she’d built around her heart—brick by brick.
Once she regained her senses, she intended to put a halt to his destruction. But, for now, she needed to feel his energy, smell his scent, and taste his skin. Nothing would rob her of the sensation of being in his arms. Not even the fear of losing her way. His magic was magnetic and she was its slave. She slipped her hand between his legs and stroked his swollen manhood repeatedly. His muscles strained. Powerfully, he gripped her body. Gravelly groans rumbled in his throat. Grace silenced his sensuous sounds with a kiss. She purred as their lips reconnected. Tantalizing and sizzling, their kisses grew more intense. The beating of their hearts drowned out every other sound the night produced. Provocatively, their lips, hips, and hands moved in unison. Privately, their minds, hearts, and souls wished to linger in the moment forever.
Tanner removed his lips from hers. Perspiration glistened on his forehead. Satisfaction radiated in his eyes. “Wow.”
“I’ll say. The kitchen isn’t the only place you can throw down,” Grace said, having had just a taste of his love. She licked her throbbing lips. Remnants of Tanner’s kiss blotted her mouth. Intoxicating and stimulating, it was
She repositioned herself between his legs and opened her mouth. He rewarded her with the meal she’d had in a long time. Patiently and carefully, he fed her. She rewarded him by sucking the spices and juices from his fingers. Heaven must be like this, Tanner mused.
“I could get used to this,” Grace sighed.
“So could I,” he said.
Pure enchantment. Romantic. Relaxing. Grace had no idea life could be so sweet. Had she not agreed to have dinner with Tanner, she still wouldn’t know. Even though the time with him was only a temporary satisfaction—sweet distraction—from the loneliness she experienced everyday it was just what the doctor ordered. She pinched him.
He pinched her back.
She offered him a hazy gaze. “OK. So we know we’re not dreaming.”
“Speak for yourself. I need more convincing.” Deep and low, his voice flowed through her ear like a tropical breeze. He leaned toward her. Ardent desire flickered in his eyes. He was a man possessed. Incapable of controlling his own actions, he yielded to his unshakable need to devour her soft lips. Grace’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for the inevitable to happen. She wanted to protest, but when his mouth came crashing down upon hers, she was rendered speechless. He sucked liberally on her succulent bottom lip. Heat whipped through her body as his tongue flitted against her tongue, melting her resistance. Ready and willing, she was his for the taking.
His fervid need matched hers stroke-for-stroke and kiss-for-kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wound her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life. The ground seemed to shake beneath her. Fire burned in the pit of her stomach. “More, more, more,” her body screamed.
Tanner’s lips voyaged from her mouth and sailed down her neck. The circular motion of his tongue on her skin caused her to purr against his ear. Blind passion consumed her, revealing how starved her body had been for a man’s touch—Tanner’s touch. She shuddered when his fingers trailed a blazing path up her thigh, settling on her bountiful rear. She squealed with delight as he squeezed the meaty flesh inside her panties. His skilled hands stroked her backside with eagerness and tenderness. The bliss she felt was divine. Sweet ecstasy seized her senses. Her heart galloped wildly in her chest like it was competing in the Kentucky Derby. She breathed erratically, not knowing what to do. Of course, she’d fantasized about kissing, rubbing, holding, and tasting Tanner. Even in her dreams, she hadn’t given in to his touch so easily. In reality, she had crossed a forbidden path of pleasure with him. Slowly, he was destroying the wall she’d built around her heart—brick by brick.
Once she regained her senses, she intended to put a halt to his destruction. But, for now, she needed to feel his energy, smell his scent, and taste his skin. Nothing would rob her of the sensation of being in his arms. Not even the fear of losing her way. His magic was magnetic and she was its slave. She slipped her hand between his legs and stroked his swollen manhood repeatedly. His muscles strained. Powerfully, he gripped her body. Gravelly groans rumbled in his throat. Grace silenced his sensuous sounds with a kiss. She purred as their lips reconnected. Tantalizing and sizzling, their kisses grew more intense. The beating of their hearts drowned out every other sound the night produced. Provocatively, their lips, hips, and hands moved in unison. Privately, their minds, hearts, and souls wished to linger in the moment forever.
Tanner removed his lips from hers. Perspiration glistened on his forehead. Satisfaction radiated in his eyes. “Wow.”
“I’ll say. The kitchen isn’t the only place you can throw down,” Grace said, having had just a taste of his love. She licked her throbbing lips. Remnants of Tanner’s kiss blotted her mouth. Intoxicating and stimulating, it was
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