The Curvy Waitress and the Billionaire French Count (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) by Victoria Wessex Page B
Authors: Victoria Wessex
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was, she had a tantalizing view down the neck of his uniform to the hard muscles beneath.
“I can be quiet,” she said.
He rolled over on top of her, both of them immediately wobbling back and forth on the waves of water, and she had to fight the urge to giggle. But then his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, and it didn’t feel funny anymore. It felt wonderfully hot and forbidden and dangerous and Oh God, the way his hands traced along the soft skin of her sides through her scrubs, and this time there was no one to interrupt them. The tension built, second by second, as his hands crept closer and closer to her breasts, and then he finally planted both palms right on the soft mounds and his intake of breath was matched by her groan of pleasure. It had been so long since she’d been touched there, so long since she’d even had any privacy to touch herself that it was like coming back to life. She felt her breasts move in their bra under his touch, rolling beneath his palms, and she ground her hips in silent response. Her breath was coming quicker now, his every touch sending out sparks of raw excitement that sank, crackling, straight down to her groin.
He lifted her, rolling underneath her, and she yelped as she suddenly found herself atop him. She let her legs slide down on either side of his and sat up a little. She was astride him, his hard body between her soft thighs, and she gulped a little at how that felt. It had been even longer since she’d felt that, since anything other than a pillow had been tucked between her legs for comfort on those long, lonely nights. That, and the secret vibrator she’d brought out with her, although there’d been precious few times when she was alone in the tent to use it.
Now, though…to feel the hard shape of a man between her thighs, real and alive and throbbing hot…she shifted a little lower and one thigh grazed the edge of—Oh!
He groaned.
Oh wow. She shifted again and her eyes widened. Wow . He was seriously hung, too, and the thought of it, the feel of it so close to her, made the heat start to turn to moisture.
He drew her down into another kiss, his hands stroking upward, toying with the hem of the top half of her scrubs. She knew what was coming, and when he jerked it up she put her hands up over her head so that he could pull it right off her.
He dropped it beside them and gazed at her lithe, tan body, her breasts in their gauzy black bra. She bit her lip—she knew her breasts were too small.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her, breathing hard. “God…you wore this for me?”
She nodded, suddenly breathless herself.
He sat up so that their upper bodies were pressed together and laid hungry kisses down her neck, pushing her silky hair aside so that his lips could graze her earlobes and the secret places just behind them. She shuddered in ecstasy and ground her breasts against the hard swell of his pecs. Between them, she could feel the bulge of his erection, throbbing. She hooked her hands under his uniform top, just as he’d done, and tugged it up and off his body, breaking the kiss for only as long as it took to get it over his head.
He lay back and pulled her down with him, kissing her as his huge hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs working at the nipples, and she felt them stand stiff and erect, their shape clear through the thin fabric. She put her mouth to his chest, exploring the rise of each pec, the deep valley that lay between them. She worked her way down the center line, her fingers tracing the hard ridges of muscle that made up his abs, and he groaned and shifted under her, unable to keep still.
And then she reached the waistband of his uniform pants. She could see the outline of his cock there, thick and long, and she panted a little—at the thought of it, but also at the brazenness of her own actions. God, am I really doing this? It was all happening so fast. She hadn’t realized, until they started, how much
“I can be quiet,” she said.
He rolled over on top of her, both of them immediately wobbling back and forth on the waves of water, and she had to fight the urge to giggle. But then his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, and it didn’t feel funny anymore. It felt wonderfully hot and forbidden and dangerous and Oh God, the way his hands traced along the soft skin of her sides through her scrubs, and this time there was no one to interrupt them. The tension built, second by second, as his hands crept closer and closer to her breasts, and then he finally planted both palms right on the soft mounds and his intake of breath was matched by her groan of pleasure. It had been so long since she’d been touched there, so long since she’d even had any privacy to touch herself that it was like coming back to life. She felt her breasts move in their bra under his touch, rolling beneath his palms, and she ground her hips in silent response. Her breath was coming quicker now, his every touch sending out sparks of raw excitement that sank, crackling, straight down to her groin.
He lifted her, rolling underneath her, and she yelped as she suddenly found herself atop him. She let her legs slide down on either side of his and sat up a little. She was astride him, his hard body between her soft thighs, and she gulped a little at how that felt. It had been even longer since she’d felt that, since anything other than a pillow had been tucked between her legs for comfort on those long, lonely nights. That, and the secret vibrator she’d brought out with her, although there’d been precious few times when she was alone in the tent to use it.
Now, though…to feel the hard shape of a man between her thighs, real and alive and throbbing hot…she shifted a little lower and one thigh grazed the edge of—Oh!
He groaned.
Oh wow. She shifted again and her eyes widened. Wow . He was seriously hung, too, and the thought of it, the feel of it so close to her, made the heat start to turn to moisture.
He drew her down into another kiss, his hands stroking upward, toying with the hem of the top half of her scrubs. She knew what was coming, and when he jerked it up she put her hands up over her head so that he could pull it right off her.
He dropped it beside them and gazed at her lithe, tan body, her breasts in their gauzy black bra. She bit her lip—she knew her breasts were too small.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her, breathing hard. “God…you wore this for me?”
She nodded, suddenly breathless herself.
He sat up so that their upper bodies were pressed together and laid hungry kisses down her neck, pushing her silky hair aside so that his lips could graze her earlobes and the secret places just behind them. She shuddered in ecstasy and ground her breasts against the hard swell of his pecs. Between them, she could feel the bulge of his erection, throbbing. She hooked her hands under his uniform top, just as he’d done, and tugged it up and off his body, breaking the kiss for only as long as it took to get it over his head.
He lay back and pulled her down with him, kissing her as his huge hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs working at the nipples, and she felt them stand stiff and erect, their shape clear through the thin fabric. She put her mouth to his chest, exploring the rise of each pec, the deep valley that lay between them. She worked her way down the center line, her fingers tracing the hard ridges of muscle that made up his abs, and he groaned and shifted under her, unable to keep still.
And then she reached the waistband of his uniform pants. She could see the outline of his cock there, thick and long, and she panted a little—at the thought of it, but also at the brazenness of her own actions. God, am I really doing this? It was all happening so fast. She hadn’t realized, until they started, how much
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