He nuzzled her temple.
She lifted her face as if seeking his kiss. She had the most expressive eyes and he fell into their depths. Her hot breaths were shallow—still they scorched his skin. He cupped her cheek, brushing her lips once, twice, then he slanted his mouth over hers. His tongue swept past the seam of her lips and she welcomed him, seeming eager for his invasion. She tasted like sugar and warmth and everything he desired. He kissed her gently at first. Then thoroughly. With long strokes, he explored her mouth. The more he stroked, the more he wanted. She tasted divine. She gripped the back of his neck and he turned up the heat.
Sliding his fingers in her hair, he moaned and kissed her until neither one of them could breathe. He pulled back long enough to stare into her eyes. Pools of jade sparkled back at him, longing, craving. He kissed her again. Tenderly, with teasing strokes, building her passion. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth. She tasted so damn good, better than anything he’d experienced in a long time. Maybe never.
With a will of their own, his hands roamed over her body and it wasn’t enough. He could spend hours kissing her, but he wanted more. He wanted to peel every layer of clothing and then run his tongue over her delectable skin.
Again, he paused, locking his gaze with hers. “You have beautiful eyes.”
Need flashed in her gorgeous green orbs, showing him what he so desperately wanted to see. Her hands slid up his chest, her sensual touch making his entire body come alive. He wanted to rip off her clothes, take her over and over until they both succumbed to exhaustion. Fear of pushing her too fast brought him back from the brink of abandoning his control.
He drew in a ragged breath and willed his body to slow. Finding the hem of her shirt, he slid one hand under the fabric. Warm, soft flesh greeted his searching fingers. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, flaming the very desire he tried to restrain. Suddenly, he needed her as naked as he.
Impulsively, he pushed her top up and over her shoulders. His eyes feasted on the creamy flesh above her lacy covering and her hair trickling over her shoulder to lie against the curve of one full breast. He focused on her eyes and the raw desire he saw in them. With the tip of his finger, he traced her collar bone, then slid to the swell of her breasts. Turquoise darkened to a deeper teal and she held her breath, as if waiting to see what he might do next. He flicked the clasp of her bra, peeled the flimsy thing off and tossed it over his shoulder. The fullness of her breasts spilled onto her chest.
“Exquisite,” he whispered, his eyes drinking their fill.
Leaning down, he swiped his tongue over one nipple, then smiled when it budded up tight. The rate of her breathing increased. She buried her hands into his hair, moving her body against him, turning him on beyond belief.
He palmed the twin globes and watched her eyes roll back. The sound of her sigh had him bending forward, burying his face in her perfect cleavage. He slid his hands over her bare ribs, then cupped the undersides of her breasts, holding their weight, adoring the precious treasure. She gripped his hair, inciting him. He kneaded and squeezed, pinching her nipples and rolling the tight buds between his thumb and forefinger. God, she was beautiful.
He took one beaded nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. She tasted so good. She groaned, the sound prompting him to suck harder.
She offered herself up to him, moaning, heaving, her body responding faster than his brain. He moved to her other breast, ravishing it as he had its twin. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she gripped with a vengeance, which only heightened his arousal.
Her movements grew more frenzied and the desire to kiss her became unbearable. He captured her lips, anchoring her mouth beneath him in a kiss meant to possess.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth again and again, showing her what he wanted to do to her body. The kiss devoured as he eased her back onto the cushions, his elbows bracketed her in, keeping most of his weight off her.
Cassie was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Her tongue dueled with his while her fingers played with his hair, her moans causing him to shudder. She gripped his head, tugging him forward. Unable to hold back, his hips collided with hers, his erection burrowing into her stomach. She clung to him like he was the most important thing in her world.
Moving his hand over her belly and lower, he cupped her. Her instant reaction made him harden to steel. She pushed her lower body against him, her contented hmmm growing deeper as she rocked, sending his blood thrumming through his veins. They’d crossed some line. All he could think of was more. They both needed more.
His fingers moved to the band of her jeans and dipped inside, her smooth skin summoning him to explore further. The confining material needed to come off.
He could barely catch his breath long enough to say what he wanted.
“I swore if I was lucky enough to have you, I would make love to you properly and savor you for hours. But I …”
The brilliance in her eyes made him pause. His need so fierce, he thought he might explode.
“Say yes,” he whispered. “Please, say yes.”
Chapter 7
“Yes, Mike. Yes.”
A shudder went through him. He gave Cassie a scorching kiss, then lifted her. “Help me get these off.”
He quickly unfastened her jeans and dragged them down the longest legs he’d ever seen. Cassie was beyond beautiful. He savored the view splayed out before him like an incredible feast, his erection hardened to steel. First with his eyes, then with his touch, he appreciated her smooth skin. Taking his time, he slid his hand upward, over her calf and behind her knee. When he grazed the inside of her thigh, her gasp rang like music in his ears. He glanced up to see her teeth sinking into the flesh of her bottom lip, rousing his desire. He nearly ripped her panties in his haste to remove them. The blanket and towel long forgotten, he tossed her scrap of lace to the mounting heap on the floor.
His throat went dry at her magnificence. He had no words. The woman was beautiful beyond imagination.
He craved the feel of skin against skin. Mindlessly, he moved without thinking, pressing his chest to hers, hungry for her touch—he hissed at the stabbing pain in his side.
“Mike, your burn.”
“Forget the burn. I’m fine.” It hurt like a mother, but nothing would dissuade him from his goal.