It would never be enough. She wanted him in a way she’d never wanted a man before.
He raised his head. She felt the movement and opened her eyes, only to find him looking at her. Passion darkened his irises to the color of midnight. Need tightened his mouth and hollowed his cheeks. He looked like a man in serious pain.
“We’re moving way too fast,” he murmured.
His words were so at odds with his expression that she nearly laughed. However she had enough rational thought left to realize he was giving her a chance to pull back without having to worry about hurting his feelings.
Ever the gentleman, she thought, wondering how it all would have been different if they’d met under other circumstances and he hadn’t been leaving the country five years ago.
Liz thought about her options. She’d never jumped into bed with a guy like this before. In her world, she liked things to move much more slowly. She could count her lovers on the fingers of one hand and still have room for more. Rationally, she knew she should stop this right now. It made sense. Despite the attraction, they barely knew each other.
He started to step away. Instinctively she grabbed him to hold him in place.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Fire flared in his eyes, but he didn’t move. Not even when she rubbed her belly against his hardness.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and strained.
She smiled and reached for the buttons of her long-sleeved blouse. “Absolutely.”
She never got the chance to unfasten even one. Not right then. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her even closer. His mouth claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss that had her heart racing into hyper-drive.
His hands were everywhere. He touched her back, her arms, her shoulders, her breasts. He broke the kiss long enough to bend down and suck her right nipple through the layers of her blouse and bra. The wetness, the friction, the heat all made her cling to him.
“More,” she breathed.
Then they were moving. Kissing and walking and bumping into the table, the door frame, the small cabinet in the hallway. Liz had a brief impression of space and a massive bed as they entered the bedroom, then he was pulling her blouse from her pants and working on the buttons.
This time he managed to complete the task. As he pulled off the garment, he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, then he slipped lower and licked the valley between her breasts.
Goose bumps broke out on her skin. She reached her arms back and unfastened her bra, then straightened her arms so it fell to the floor. He groaned and lowered his head to her breasts.
The first stroke of his tongue on her bare skin had her catching her breath. The second made her moan. When he took her tight nipple into his mouth and sucked, it was all she could do not to scream.
She clung to him, unable to do anything but lose herself in the moment. Her body swelled in anticipation and she suddenly wanted to be on the bed, with him inside of her.
Apparently he could read her mind. He pulled back and went to work on her pants.
“I can do that,” she told him with a strangled laugh. “Why don’t you take care of yourself?”
Less than a minute later they were both naked.
He was so beautiful, she thought as she studied the muscles in his chest, his flat stomach and his jutting arousal. She itched to draw him, to capture the moment forever. But there were more pressing needs, namely the throbbing wetness between her thighs.
They moved to the bed in synchronized movements, as if they’d done this a thousand times before. As if they’d practiced and loved until they’d gotten all the kinks worked out. She slid across the mattress while he settled next to her. She reached for him as he moved closer.
He stroked her breasts, her belly, then lower, between her thighs where she was so wet and hot, he groaned. He kissed her mouth as he explored her secrets. In less than five seconds he found that one
He raised his head. She felt the movement and opened her eyes, only to find him looking at her. Passion darkened his irises to the color of midnight. Need tightened his mouth and hollowed his cheeks. He looked like a man in serious pain.
“We’re moving way too fast,” he murmured.
His words were so at odds with his expression that she nearly laughed. However she had enough rational thought left to realize he was giving her a chance to pull back without having to worry about hurting his feelings.
Ever the gentleman, she thought, wondering how it all would have been different if they’d met under other circumstances and he hadn’t been leaving the country five years ago.
Liz thought about her options. She’d never jumped into bed with a guy like this before. In her world, she liked things to move much more slowly. She could count her lovers on the fingers of one hand and still have room for more. Rationally, she knew she should stop this right now. It made sense. Despite the attraction, they barely knew each other.
He started to step away. Instinctively she grabbed him to hold him in place.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Fire flared in his eyes, but he didn’t move. Not even when she rubbed her belly against his hardness.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and strained.
She smiled and reached for the buttons of her long-sleeved blouse. “Absolutely.”
She never got the chance to unfasten even one. Not right then. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her even closer. His mouth claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss that had her heart racing into hyper-drive.
His hands were everywhere. He touched her back, her arms, her shoulders, her breasts. He broke the kiss long enough to bend down and suck her right nipple through the layers of her blouse and bra. The wetness, the friction, the heat all made her cling to him.
“More,” she breathed.
Then they were moving. Kissing and walking and bumping into the table, the door frame, the small cabinet in the hallway. Liz had a brief impression of space and a massive bed as they entered the bedroom, then he was pulling her blouse from her pants and working on the buttons.
This time he managed to complete the task. As he pulled off the garment, he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, then he slipped lower and licked the valley between her breasts.
Goose bumps broke out on her skin. She reached her arms back and unfastened her bra, then straightened her arms so it fell to the floor. He groaned and lowered his head to her breasts.
The first stroke of his tongue on her bare skin had her catching her breath. The second made her moan. When he took her tight nipple into his mouth and sucked, it was all she could do not to scream.
She clung to him, unable to do anything but lose herself in the moment. Her body swelled in anticipation and she suddenly wanted to be on the bed, with him inside of her.
Apparently he could read her mind. He pulled back and went to work on her pants.
“I can do that,” she told him with a strangled laugh. “Why don’t you take care of yourself?”
Less than a minute later they were both naked.
He was so beautiful, she thought as she studied the muscles in his chest, his flat stomach and his jutting arousal. She itched to draw him, to capture the moment forever. But there were more pressing needs, namely the throbbing wetness between her thighs.
They moved to the bed in synchronized movements, as if they’d done this a thousand times before. As if they’d practiced and loved until they’d gotten all the kinks worked out. She slid across the mattress while he settled next to her. She reached for him as he moved closer.
He stroked her breasts, her belly, then lower, between her thighs where she was so wet and hot, he groaned. He kissed her mouth as he explored her secrets. In less than five seconds he found that one
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