PhoenixKiss by Lyric James

the roll up to his mouth and took a bite directly
over the spot where she’d bitten. “You said you wanted me to answer some but
you didn’t actually ask me anything.”
    “Oh,” was all she could manage. “Well…”
    Jordan tugged at the bottom of her shirt. “You really should
take this off.”
    Damn, he was distracting her and dang it almighty, she was
loath to stop him. “Why?”
    Swirling his finger around the cinnamon roll, he trailed
some of the gooey, sweet substance onto the tip, dipped it in the hollow of her
throat and moved downward. “Because I just thought of several places I could
put this.”
    He leaned forward and licked the sugary goo off her skin. A
deep shiver went down her spine as his tongue, his warm breath, moved over her.
Relentless, his lips traveled to her earlobe and tugged, then down the side of
her neck where he bit and nipped.
    Layla let a whimper escape and grasped him around his head.
She didn’t know what happened to their dessert, because he pressed her breasts
inward until they met and his thumbs rubbed circles around each nipple through
the thin shirt.
    “This has to come off,” he said, and slid lower until he
took the shirt and lifted it up and over her head, leaving her completely
naked.
    She felt the full, impressive length of him through the thin
cotton of his pajama pants. He circled her waist, lifted her and set her on the
cool granite countertop.
    With a growl, he picked up another cinnamon roll, removed
the glaze and rubbed the substance over her breasts. She gasped when his mouth
swooped down to her nipples. His lips closed over one and the delicious suction
was almost too much for her to take. If she were standing, her legs would be
shaking uncontrollably.
    While he suckled, she felt his fingers skim over the curves
of her legs, over her thighs, down to her calf muscles and back up again. She
opened her legs wider, trying to force him to touch places that clamored for
his attention even worse but he ignored her, focusing on her breasts with the
fascination of a man who’d never seen them before.
    Layla wanted him gloriously inside her. She wanted to be
taken, roughly, fully, right in his gourmet kitchen. She squirmed. “Now.”
    “Not yet.”
    She blew out a huff and kicked her foot against one of the
lower cabinets. Fine then. Since he wanted to take his own sweet time, she knew
a way to make him hurry up.
    The counter was low enough and he was tall enough for her to
reach inside his pants. She delved down and made a fist around his cock. He
groaned but didn’t stop the exquisite torture he was causing with his mouth.
    Layla moved her palm along the full, solid length of him.
She squeezed and stroked him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized
she needed to keep some level of control, couldn’t lose herself to him again, because
if she did he’d own her heart forever.
    Everything he was doing, every touch, every whisk of his
tongue, drove her closer and closer to the edge of something, somewhere she was
afraid to go.
    She continued stroking him and he rocked to meet her touch.
She kept her fingers busy, exploring him, fondling his huge sac, her every
intent to take him right over the edge with her.
    He yanked away from her breasts on a groan, pulled her hands
free, surged toward her lips but stopped mere inches from her face. When she
leaned forward and licked a trail over his mouth, he moved again to her neck.
    She was hungry for him. “Kiss me.”
    “I’ll kiss something else instead.” And lowered himself to
the floor.
    When he reached out, parted her folds and zeroed in on the
sensitive nub of her clit, she forgot all about kissing him. He plucked and
tugged at her and rolled his lips around her before plunging deep.
    An animal moan she didn’t know she could make escaped. She
surged forward, arched to meet him, riding the waves of pleasure. Before the
swell hit, he was up again, pulling her to the floor and turning her around.
    Bending her