Seduction by the Book by Linda Conrad

his mouth, he sucked gently then nipped with the lightest of bites. His warm breath tickled her ear.
    Suddenly Annie saw stars.
    â€œOh my gosh. Is that the way this is supposed to feel? I know the novels say stuff about…um…” He slid his thumbs up over the tips of her breasts and she forgot the rest of her sentence—almost forgot her name.
    But she did manage to remember that she didn’t want him to guess about her total lack of experience. He might not want to keep going. And he just had to be the one.
    She clamped her mouth shut. But when he reached under her T-shirt and tenderly stroked her breasts, she thought she might burst wide-open with erotic pulses.
    Her clothes were all of a sudden too blessed tight. The T-shirt was choking her and the shorts were binding and making her sweat, especially between the thighs.
    Nick dragged her to him and pulled her up into his lap. Wow. The feel of his manhood, pressed hard and solid against her bottom, gave her a jolt of courage. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and, with one swift tug, yanked it up and over her head.
    The sudden cool draft of air against her heated skindestroyed her newly found courage. Oh dear God. What had she done?
    Nick’s quick intake of breath told her he thought she had acted in haste, too. Too bold for her own good.
    But when she made a move to cover her breasts with her hands, he grabbed her wrists and held them to her sides.
    â€œDon’t,” Nick said with a rasp. “Don’t cover yourself. You’re so beautiful. Please. Please just let me look at you a minute.”
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    Staring at her dusky, rose tips and the splash of brown freckles across her upper chest was causing a fresh blast of yearning to roll through Nick’s body. This time it was so intense it flooded his gut and then gushed to his erection with such a compelling need that he could barely breathe.
    She was such a kaleidoscope of life. He dropped her hands and let his own reach for what they saw—what they had desired for so long.
    His fingers lightly touched her silken face while he watched those luminous emerald eyes turn sultry with passion. Shifting one hand to the back of her head, he grabbed a handful of curls and captured her fire. It was like liquid gold, spilling through his fingers.
    Tentatively, Annie unbuttoned and pushed his shirt off his shoulders before reaching out to touch his bare chest. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself. Or as they say in romance novels, ‘a fine specimen of manhood.’”
    When her hand connected with his skin, they both gasped as his heart thumped wildly in his chest. Her fingers began to draw lazy circles over the planes of hisflesh and muscles. She dragged a nail over a nipple, then allowed her fingers to trail down his belly toward the waistband of his shorts.
    He blinked his eyes against the aroused heat and thickness in his body. Swallowing hard, he knew he had to keep his eyes open, to see clearly what he could make her body do. His fingers lingered against the smooth satin of her neck, then inched lower to the shallow indentation at the base.
    Watching her face closely for any sign of distress, he saw that her lips parted slightly as he lowered his hand to cup one breast. It fit perfectly into his palm, so once more he gingerly moved his thumb over the tip. And this time he was able to watch it peak for him.
    Annie closed her eyes and took a breath, as if the feel of his hands on her skin was the most exquisite thing that had ever happened to her. She arched her back, urging him ever closer.
    Just one taste. Someplace in the back of his mind, he knew this must stop. But first he had to experience all that striking energy—how it would taste—how it would feel against the flat of his tongue.
    She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Nick, please…”
    The sound of his name, drew him up and he swore softly. “This is a huge mistake,” he growled