Smiling, he blew a staggered breath across one, and Fontana shuddered, a low moan catching in her throat. She might not like them, but shelovedtheir responsiveness. He drew one tight nub into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, savoring the way her body reacted. He lengthened painfully inside his jeans, and though he enjoyed the hell out of foreplay, truly began to wonder how much more of this he could take before he came in his pants.
Sweeping her into his arms, her legs locking around him, his lips fastened over a nipple he could have found blindfolded.Remarkable. Her skin tasted like sunshine, sunsets, summer nights. Pleasure and hope and passion.
Shouldering through the living room archway, he moved cautiously, dodging a pizza box, a wine bottle, a stray glass. She was all over him—teeth, lips, fingers, nails—whispering seductive demands in his ear.
Toeing off his boots, he made it two more steps before she brought him to his knees.
To hell with it.Bedrooms were overrated.
Laying her on the indigo shag rug that stretched the length of the hallway, he spread her legs and settled between them, his body a long, heated press over hers.
Whispering against the rounded curve of her breast, a slow, heated promise of passion, he murmured, “I’m going to make you burn, Hellcat. See if I don’t.”
Responding to his challenge with hunger and bold determination, Fontana tugged his T-shirt over his head and set to exploring, her hands and mouth claiming every inch of bare skin she could reach. He discovered his nipples were more sensitive than he’d ever imagined and that he had a previously unknown erogenous zone beneath his collarbone. Then sherolled on top of him, yanked his chest hair with her teeth, and he felt the move all the way to histoes.
No one had ever paid such rapt attention, as if they were mapping his body, memorizing him. Learning what he liked—then turning that knowledge back on him in the most gloriously erotic way.
“Your pants,” she said, biting down just above his navel. In turns, his skin stung and tingled from her spirited ravishment. Leaving him blistered, completely ensnared by her engrossment. “Take them off.”
Kneeling over him, she yanked his belt loose and attacked his fly with careless urgency, each hasty, suggestive push and pull undoing him. All the air in his lungs, and most of the reason in his mind, left him as she kissed every newly exposed inch of skin, leaving him rock hard and yearning.
Closing his eyes, he lifted his hips as she tugged the denim down his legs and off his feet. He let her explore at will—stroking, nibbling, licking her way up—holding himself in check until her touch grew bolder, her movements self-assured, and his breathing turned ragged.
Until her silky hair brushed his scrotum.
If her clever lips found their way to his dick, he would befinished.
“My turn.”
Grasping her wrists, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head as he stretched out over her. Seizing her lovely mouth, he didn’t give her time to talk, demand, or seduce, what she’d been doing since she pulled off the world’s quickest striptease in her quaint blue-and-yellow kitchen.
Still, he lost ground, a mild case of insanity taking hold. Years of skill and control faded in the pure glow of her pleasure—andhis.
He realized vulnerability encompassed more than a mere lack of clothing…but he was simply too lost in her to care.
FONTANA
Different.
It.Him.
The kick of temper in his kiss, the savage greed in his touch, the taste of desperation on his tongue. Campbell had abandoned control, left it far behind, and now his need surged into her in blind, brazen waves. Back arching, skin slick, lips bruised, her body dissolving beneath determined hands and a mouth that knew exactly how to undo her.
Trying to win—because she knewhewanted to—she clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she arched into his long, lean, willing body.
A tortured groan rolled from her. “Atlanta, now.Now.I give up, okay?”
He lifted his lips from her nipple, a scalding breath washing over the aroused peak as he gasped, “Were we competing?”
She slumped onto the carpet, arms flopping to her sides. “Help me. I’m burningup.”
“I didn’t want to go too fast, to frighten?—”
“Frighten me.”
Guiding his hand between her thighs, she lifted her lids and nailed him with a gaze she prayed looked fierce. And sexy.
“Make me come before I lose my mind and decide I have to kill you.”
