One More Kiss by Katherine Garbera Page B

against his jaw, and slowly worked her way to his lips. When she met his mouth, he tunneled his fingers through her hair and tangled his tongue with hers. She shifted on his lap and knew she was close to climaxing.
    She reached between them, running her hands over his chest encased in that black T-shirt. He was a fine-looking man, she thought. She reached for the hem of the shirt and lifted it up and over his head.
    She sat on his thighs and looked down at the light smattering of hair on his chest. The muscles pulsed as she moved her touch over him.
    She traced the line of hair that narrowed over his hard stomach before it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans where flesh met fabric. His stomach tightened and he let out a long, low breath.
    “Damn, woman...”
    “Like that?” she asked, feeling a heady sense of power over him. This was what she’d wanted. She needed to be in control.
    “Love it.”
    “Good,” she said, shifting on his lap to lean forward and kiss his chest. She kissed each pec and then used her tongue on his brown nipples. Gooseflesh spread down his body wherever she touched him.
    His hands tightened on her waist and then he swept his hands up her back, taking off her shirt. He tossed it to the side and brought his hands around to her breasts. He cupped them and leaned into her.
    She felt the arousing warmth of his breath on her skin before the brush of his lips. He kissed the scalloped edge of her lacy bra over one breast and then the other. She shuddered on his lap, fighting to control the sensations that threatened to overtake her.
    He put his hands around her midriff and then brushed his thumbs up until he found the center of her nipple under the lacy fabric of her bra. Using his thumbs, he stroked back and forth and she found his mouth.
    His tongue sucked hers strongly, and again she shuddered. Frustrated by her jeans and his, she wished they were both naked. She needed more from him and she needed it now.
    She reached for his zipper, but he stopped her. “Not yet.”
    “Why not?”
    “I want this to last.”
    “I don’t think I can wait,” she confessed. She was on the edge of coming just from this little bit of temptation and she didn’t want to draw it out. She wanted to take her orgasm now.
    “It will be worth your while,” he said.
    She smiled. The sound of his words affected her as much as his touch did. He unhooked her bra with a quick flick of his wrist. The cups stayed in place on her breasts and she saw him glance down at her.
    She felt his cock twitch against her, and knew the sight of her breasts had turned him on. She reached behind her to brace her hands on the table so she could lean back and give him a better view.
    “Aly, you are gorgeous,” he said, his words low, husky.
    “Am I?”
    “Hell, yeah. I’m almost afraid to touch you. Afraid to let you touch me because I’ll wake up and find out this is just another fantasy.”
    His words were penetrating. She didn’t want to find out this wasn’t real either. And she needed this night. The fantasy of Jay and this moment.
    She brought her hand up and covered his lips with her fingers. “Don’t talk. Just make love to me, Jay. Make me forget everything but this.”
    He put both hands over her breasts and slowly peeled back the lacy cups. He stopped when the areole of her left breast was revealed and leaned in to tongue the fabric out of the way. He teased it with his mouth and then slowly closed his lips around her nipple.
    Alysse felt her arms tremble and then a minute later, Jay’s arm was around her to support her while he pleasured her. She slowly slipped a hand to touch him while he continued to caress her breasts.
    She undid the button at the top of his jeans and gradually lowered the zipper, caressing him through the barrier of his boxers. He shifted his hips and she gripped his cock. It was hot and hard and she slid her hand up and down its length until his hips bucked forward and a drop of moisture was