He wasn’t done—far from it. Instead, he left a trail of soft kisses across her jaw and down her throat. She tipped her head back and grabbed his shoulders as she swayed inhislap.
The taste of her intoxicated his senses. His bear rolled and jumped and leapt for joy as he found a tender spot just below her earlobe. She shivered and groundagainsthim.
“You taste so good,” hewhispered.
She responded with awhimper.
“Especially right here.” He nuzzled her neck before pulling her collar down a bit so he could nibble her exposedflesh.
Her hands drifted up to unzip his jacket. When she pushed it over his shoulders, he wiggled out of it. She ran her hands down hischest.
“You’re so hard all over,” shemurmured.
“You havenoidea.”
“I think I do.” She gave him apointedlook.
He growled against her shoulder. She had entirely too much clothing on. After making quick work of her jacket, he slipped his hands under the hem of her sweater. As he caressed her waist, shetrembled.
The soft press of her breasts against his chest wasn’t enough—he needed more. He glanced at her face only to find desire written all over it. That was all the encouragement he needed to lift her sweater over her head. As the clothing raked across the steamed-up window, it left a trail. He knew he shouldn’t be undressing her like this, but he couldn’t deny his bear anylonger.
He returned his gaze to the fullness of her breasts. They crested the top of her pink, lacy bra, as if begging for his touch. He trailed his fingers across theirsmoothness.
“You’re sobeautiful.”
“I’m a bit soft in themiddle.”
“I like soft. Your skin, it smells like baby powder all the time,”hesaid.
“I don’t put anything on it. I guess that’s just how I smell.” She tried to pull his sweater off but it caught behind his back. “Leanforward.”
He did. When she revealed his naked chest, he smiled at her shockedexpression.
“You don’t have a shirt on,”shesaid.
“I usually wear one, but nottoday.”
“Why nottoday?”
“I don’t know, maybe I thought this might happen.” He flashed a wickedsmile.
“Really?”
“No. But a guy can hope,right?”
“You can do more than hope,” she whispered as she reached back to unclaspherbra.
“Oh damn,” heblurted.
Her breasts spilled out into his hands. He hadn’t realized he’d moved until he passed his thumbs over her nipples. The warm flesh puckered into taut peaks. He leaned forward and captured one betweenhislips.
She wound her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer. He smiled and teased the other nipple with his tongue before pulling back to lookather.
“How far…” His voice turnedhusky.
“Make lovetome.”
“I don’t think you can make love in the cab of a truck,”hesaid.
