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“To play?” Fuck, the idea is irresistible.
“You taught me to kiss.” Her eyes blink slowly, and she lifts her lips to my jaw. “I trust you.”
She can trust me, and looking into her eyes I see something I want. Badly. If I’m brave enough to risk truly caring again. If I take a chance it could break, and I might never recover.
14
Rachel
Zane Bradford sits in front of me in all his bare-chested glory. His blue eyes are locked on mine, and that muscle in his sexy square jaw moves as he fights the urge to run.
He grips my upper arms, and I’m practically a puddle from rubbing my hands all over his gorgeous body. He’s a work of art from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. He has the body of an athlete, with smooth skin and lines carving his biceps and triceps, pecs, abs, and thosetransversus abdominismuscles that form that lusciousVleading into his boxer briefs.Shivers.
Now, I slide my hands up his muscled shoulders to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. I blink down to his full lips, remembering how incredible they feel pressed against mine. I’ve craved their touch since our very first kiss in the library.
It was so much more than a kiss.
He’s breathing fast, and I can feel it in the barely restrained heat radiating off him. I’m not letting him go this time.
Sitting on the table, his face is only slightly higher than mine. I lift my chin so our lips area breath apart.
“Kiss me.” It’s a mixture of request and supplication to my angry god.
I don’t have to ask twice.
With a groan, his mouth covers mine. It’s rough, yet careful, and I open my mouth at once to allow him full access. Our tongues curl and chase, and a whimper escapes from my chest on a breath.
My fingers curl in the back of his hair, and my back arches. I press my aching breasts to his firm body, and his hands grip the fabric at my lower back before sliding fully around me.
He lifts one hand to cup the side of my face, tilting my head so he can take control. It’s control I willingly give him. My panties flood with heat, and I’m slippery and wet, wanting so much more.
I want everything from him. I want him to take me and teach me. I want him to make me scream and moan and beg for more.
He groans, and he moves his hand down to my waist, but when he reaches the hem of my shirt, he hesitates. I don’t want him to hesitate.
Turning my face, my lips are against his cheek. “Touch me.”
His fingers fumble with the edge of my shirt, and I decide to make it clear. Leaning back slightly, I grab the bottom and pull it over my head. He hisses, and his eyes narrow, gliding down my neck to my breasts wrapped in thin satin and lace.
He’s seen me naked, but it’s the first time I’ve seen him hungry. He’s so gorgeous fighting his need in nothing but black boxers.
“Rachel…” he groans. “We can’t do this.”
Reaching behind me, I unfasten my bra, and it falls away. I’m breathing fast, and my nipples are taut. His eyes darken, and I take his hands, placing them on my body. My eyes close, and I exhale a whimper.
“Fuck,” he groans, and his hands flex, lifting and squeezing them, rolling my nipples between his fingers in a way that I feel in my pussy.
“Yes…” I reach for his face and kiss him again.
He kisses me aggressively, and I hold his cheeks, meeting his lips with mine, tangling his tongue with mine. I’m burning alive, and I never want to stop. It feels so good.
His hands slide from my breasts around my back, and he pulls me flush against his bare chest. We groan at the feel of bare skin against skin, and I carefully slide my hand lower, to his stomach.
The muscles jump, and I keep going until I feel it. I lose my breath, and my head is light. He’s wearing underwear, but I feel the hard, long cock between his legs. A little explosion goes off in my brain, and I want to hold it in my hand.
“It’s so big,” I gasp, and he cups my face.
“You’re driving me crazy, Rachel.”
