WickedBeast by Gail Faulkner Page B

he stroked it as she
withdrew, his head lifting off the sofa to follow the nectar, demanding she
enter again. Her hips took up the rhythm, pressing into him and retreating as
he continued the light touches along the length of her legs. The gliding caress
was no longer enough.
    Her body asked for more and he denied her, only giving her
his mouth in full abandon. Her hands became claws, raking from his hair to his
shoulders. Kelly moaned into his mouth and that was the trigger he couldn’t
refuse. Abruptly it was his tongue invading her with a hard push as his body
shifted in a liquid ripple of muscle, turning them to lay her back on the
couch, his body blanketing her.
    Steel thighs pushed between her legs, giving her no other
option but to wrap those long columns of perfection around his hips. His fly
thrust into the crotch of her shorts, driving material between soft wet folds.
There was no mimicking going on anymore. He stroked her with a hard length of
distended jeans. The layers of clothing between them added to her frustration.
    Soft hands grabbed fistfuls of shirt and wrenched it out of
his jeans. Finding the moving flesh of his back at last, she was desperate to
touch all of it.
    His hands remained fisted in the couch cushions beside her
body. Bulging biceps trembled with the effort of restraint as he kept most of
his weight off her. His hips and mouth engaged her with pounding response, but
he would let her see where they were going. This one time.
    Friction on her sensitive folds drove her up the sensual
ladder. Her response sank into his starved body and it felt better than
anything he’d experience before. It had been so long since he’d indulged sexual
hunger. Then it had been good, this was nothing like that. Bursting spears of
pleasure pierced every cell in his body.
    Her legs locked around him, heels digging into his ass, and
he felt the electric flash fire wash over her. She was close and exactly where
he needed her to be. His hips slowed. Pressing his cock down on her clit, he
let the material tease, keeping her on the edge of release. His mouth ate her
as her hands grew more demanding. She raked down his back with nails, and Cord
growled in satisfaction.
    He gave her several hard thrusts in reward and she arched into
him, trying to get more, needing the push over the edge. He withheld it.
    Her hands thrust down the back of his jeans, greedily
clenching into his ass, pressing him into her. He lifted his crotch off her as
her hands raked up to the small of his back. Yes, that’s what he needed from
her.
    The power of her desire poured into him with each twist and
pull of her body. She was more, so much more gratifying than he’d thought a
woman could be. Pleasure snaked around his brain, infused his body, jumping
with the snap of electric current from unused muscles to sleeping bone. She
ignited him and they were fully clothed.
    She wrenched her mouth from him, but he couldn’t give up
contact. Open mouthed, he dragged his tongue down her neck, seeking the
sensitive nerves he knew were there. He was rewarded as soon as he licked over
them. Her response speared him and his mouth smiled into her neck, licking
lightly. The feathering strumming resulted in her head arching back and her
hands clutching the back of his nearly shredded shirt in frustration.
    The sound of material ripping and woman hissing through
clenched teeth was an interesting mix. He liked it. His lips fastened down and
he sucked that bit of flesh into his mouth as his hips thrust hard up the
valley of her legs. One hand shot up over her mouth, the other reached down and
clamped around her hip to hold her as he push his hips over her clothes-covered
crotch.
    He could feel the lightning racing through her body.
Drinking it, he tasted how close she was. His lips lifted and the hand at her
hip skillfully worked snap and zipper. The soft flesh of her belly met his palm
and he slid thick fingers under damp silk to reach the center of her.