saw the look in his eyes … When she saw his head descend toward hers, her eyes fluttered closed.
The first touch of his lips against hers ignited a flame that blew Holt’s earlier conviction that his fascinationwith her was a passing thing wide apart, like a pallet of dynamite.
He slanted his mouth over hers, taking nibbling bites from her plush lower rim, pulling it inside his mouth and laving it with his tongue. She whimpered when he released it, only to glide his tongue across the seam of her lips in a sensual seesawing motion until she parted them for him, silently inviting him inside.
When he felt her tentatively reach out and wrap her arms loosely around his neck, Holt brought her closer, flush against his body, her soft curves molding against his hard body, her big, beautiful breasts pressed tightly against him.
With a groan, he tunneled a hand beneath her hair, just below the low chignon she wore, dislodging the pins that held it in place. Her hair tumbled free and he sifted his fingers through the silky strands.
He placed his other hand around the small indenture of her waist, burrowing his fingers beneath the shirt she wore, until he felt the back clasp of her bra. Deftly, he unhooked the snaps.
Before she could let out a feeble protest, just as swiftly he unbuttoned her blouse, ripping one of the buttons from the opening in his haste.
The minute his fingers connected with her breasts, he growled low, deep in the back of his throat. He palmed the underside of the large orb in one hand, his thumb pressing over her tightening nipple.
With his other hand, his fingers dug deeper into her scalp, pressing her sweet mouth closer against his, eatingher soft cries as he made his sensual assault against her mouth.
He was on fire for her. What had started out as a simple need to taste her, to find out if her lips were as soft as they looked, had escalated into a blazing need that was beginning to consume him.
And damned if he didn’t want to get devoured in the blaze.
“God, you taste good, Yas.” His voice was a raspy, sexy growl of need rumbling against the corner of her mouth. His hand was shaky as he caressed the generous mound he held cupped in his hand. “So damn good,” he growled harshly, recapturing her mouth, dragging the upper swell deep inside his mouth before releasing it.
Yasmine’s body went weak.
“So do you, Holt,” she softly moaned. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded foreign, thready with the need that was running so high she could barely speak.
When his tongue snaked out and trailed a hot, scorching path from the corner of her mouth to the lobe of her ear, she arched her back, pressing herself into his hardness, her body on fire with need. Had he not held her so close, so tight against his body, she would have tumbled straight onto the floor.
“Touch me,” he rasped. He yanked at several of his buttons, ripping his shirt open before taking one of her hands from where it rested around his neck and placing it over his hard chest.
She closed her eyes, her breath coming out in strangled gasps.
Hesitantly at first, she feathered her hand over his chest. Daringly, she fingered one of his small male nipples, watching in fascination as it beaded against her fingers.
When she heard him groan, she glanced up at him. The gleam from the moon lit the shed, casting his handsome face in a sensual, harsh glow. He brought her fingers up to his mouth, opening her palm and placing a kiss in the center.
When he opened his eyes and looked down at her, the look of lust and need stamped harshly on his handsome face, she drew in a deep breath.
“I need you.”
With that, Yasmine’s heart, already beating out of control, nearly leaped from her chest.
She stared at him, reading the lust, the need and desire blazing from his bright blue gaze.
God, she’d wanted this man for her entire life, it seemed. For him to ask her … beg her, to make love to her, was something straight out of one of
The first touch of his lips against hers ignited a flame that blew Holt’s earlier conviction that his fascinationwith her was a passing thing wide apart, like a pallet of dynamite.
He slanted his mouth over hers, taking nibbling bites from her plush lower rim, pulling it inside his mouth and laving it with his tongue. She whimpered when he released it, only to glide his tongue across the seam of her lips in a sensual seesawing motion until she parted them for him, silently inviting him inside.
When he felt her tentatively reach out and wrap her arms loosely around his neck, Holt brought her closer, flush against his body, her soft curves molding against his hard body, her big, beautiful breasts pressed tightly against him.
With a groan, he tunneled a hand beneath her hair, just below the low chignon she wore, dislodging the pins that held it in place. Her hair tumbled free and he sifted his fingers through the silky strands.
He placed his other hand around the small indenture of her waist, burrowing his fingers beneath the shirt she wore, until he felt the back clasp of her bra. Deftly, he unhooked the snaps.
Before she could let out a feeble protest, just as swiftly he unbuttoned her blouse, ripping one of the buttons from the opening in his haste.
The minute his fingers connected with her breasts, he growled low, deep in the back of his throat. He palmed the underside of the large orb in one hand, his thumb pressing over her tightening nipple.
With his other hand, his fingers dug deeper into her scalp, pressing her sweet mouth closer against his, eatingher soft cries as he made his sensual assault against her mouth.
He was on fire for her. What had started out as a simple need to taste her, to find out if her lips were as soft as they looked, had escalated into a blazing need that was beginning to consume him.
And damned if he didn’t want to get devoured in the blaze.
“God, you taste good, Yas.” His voice was a raspy, sexy growl of need rumbling against the corner of her mouth. His hand was shaky as he caressed the generous mound he held cupped in his hand. “So damn good,” he growled harshly, recapturing her mouth, dragging the upper swell deep inside his mouth before releasing it.
Yasmine’s body went weak.
“So do you, Holt,” she softly moaned. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded foreign, thready with the need that was running so high she could barely speak.
When his tongue snaked out and trailed a hot, scorching path from the corner of her mouth to the lobe of her ear, she arched her back, pressing herself into his hardness, her body on fire with need. Had he not held her so close, so tight against his body, she would have tumbled straight onto the floor.
“Touch me,” he rasped. He yanked at several of his buttons, ripping his shirt open before taking one of her hands from where it rested around his neck and placing it over his hard chest.
She closed her eyes, her breath coming out in strangled gasps.
Hesitantly at first, she feathered her hand over his chest. Daringly, she fingered one of his small male nipples, watching in fascination as it beaded against her fingers.
When she heard him groan, she glanced up at him. The gleam from the moon lit the shed, casting his handsome face in a sensual, harsh glow. He brought her fingers up to his mouth, opening her palm and placing a kiss in the center.
When he opened his eyes and looked down at her, the look of lust and need stamped harshly on his handsome face, she drew in a deep breath.
“I need you.”
With that, Yasmine’s heart, already beating out of control, nearly leaped from her chest.
She stared at him, reading the lust, the need and desire blazing from his bright blue gaze.
God, she’d wanted this man for her entire life, it seemed. For him to ask her … beg her, to make love to her, was something straight out of one of
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