The Fairest of Them All by Leanne Banks Page B

her shoulder, and she was trapped by the look in his eyes.
    “Last night you said you wished you knew what my mouth felt like. Today you say it was just too much wine and too much curiosity. Well, I haven’t had a sip of wine, and I gotta tell you I’m burning up with curiosity.”
    He lowered his head, and her breath stopped. His lips grazed hers once, twice, then settled warmly against her mouth. His tongue toyed with her while his thumb began a tantalizing motion on her throat.
    She felt a sinking sensation so strong, she clutched his shoulders, needing something solid to hold on to. Russ muttered her name against her lips, then slid his hand down her neck. He brushed his fingers over her breast, missing the nipple that strained against her T-shirt for his attention.
    Carly’s breasts ached. As if he’d read her mind, he flicked his thumb over her puckered nipple. She closed her eyes. His touch seemed to make the wanting spread deeper. He nuzzled her head, inviting her to see the hunger in his eyes. In a sexy kind of lethargy, Carly looked up and felt a disconcerting weakness in her knees. She stiffened them.
    Russ’s hands slid to her waist. He pulled the shirt from her jeans. Reaching down, he kissed her thoroughly as he raised the bottom of her shirt inch by devastating inch until her breasts were bared. He molded a naked, swollen breast with one of his callused hands and pressed his hard thighs against her. Her knees buckled.
    “Oh,” she gasped, her mouth open against his.
    Wrapping his hands around her waist, he propped her on the hood of the truck, then moved between her thighs. Carly stared into his eyes, unable to look away.
    “Wrap your legs around me,” he said.
    Carly began to tremble. “What?”
    He didn’t repeat himself. He just lifted her legs around his waist so that his hardness nudged her. If they were naked, she thought, he’d be inside her. Her mouth went dry.
    His gaze held hers until finally he lowered his eyes to her breasts. Carly had never felt more beautiful or more erotically aware than she did now with the noonday sun beating down on her and Russ Bradford’s mouth lowering to her tight, sensitive nipples. His tongue and teeth teased her deliciously. When he sucked her breast deep into his mouth, she arched her back. The heaviness in her intensified, and she felt a moist melting sensation where his erection rubbed against her.
    He switched breasts, and Carly moaned in frustration. She wished she were naked. She wished he were naked.
    She wished he were inside her.
    “Russ,” she cried, tangling her fingers in his dark red hair.
    Russ looked up and saw the flush of arousal on her face. Leaning forward, he kept his eyes open as he licked her lips with his tongue. His gaze traveled from her mouth to her nipples, glistening from his ministrations. “You’re wet,” he muttered with approval. Carly’s eyes were hazy with desire. His loins were ready to burst from the intensity of his arousal. He moved his hands to the button of her jeans and tugged.
    Lost in the moment, he barely heard anything but Carly’s soft gasp and moan. A bunch of dogs barked in the distance. At first the sound didn't penetrate his sensual fog. Finally, Russ comprehended it. He blinked and glanced around, shaking his head. He stopped fooling with the button of her jeans and lifted his hands from her body.
    In that instant, his eyes changed. Carly saw the moment he realized the precariousness of their situation. He cursed and closed his eyes. Carly stiffened, feeling an instant surge of shame. With bare breasts and spread thighs she must appear as she was, totally wanton. Awkward and confused, she pulled her hands from his hair and fumbled with her shirt. Russ stopped her with a grip of steel.
    Carly looked away, unwilling to reveal her feelings. She knew her eyes wouldn’t hide a thing, and there was no reasonable explanation for her actions. Except, perhaps temporary insanity.
    “Don’t look away,” he