“Damn, Amanda,” he said on an indrawn breath. “You’re gorgeous.”
She was also dying and needed him to touch her. Now.
As if knowing, a devilish gleam entered his eyes as his hands finally touched her skin. He glided them over her quivering belly and up her ribs to cup her breasts. The calluses on his hands scraped her skin in a most incredible way.
“Mmm…” She leaned into his touch, encouraging more.
He backed her up against the refrigerator again and before she could squeak out a complaint about the cold stainless steel, he brushed his thumbs over her sensitive peaks and heat instantly replaced the cold.
“My thinking exactly,” he murmured, dipping down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
Gasping at the startling pure pleasure, she thunked her head against the fridge and closed her eyes.
She liked the way he thought.
His mouth was warm, and his clever tongue flicked her sensitive peak while he gently rolled the other between his forefinger and thumb. Need rushed through her body straight to her core, and she clutched at his lean hips, willing him to continue. Doing his mind-reading trick again, he released her nipple to latch onto the other, and she moaned her appreciation.
A second later, he released her nipple, and his talented lips blazed a path up to her throat and jaw. He thrust his fingers through her hair before finally covering her mouth with his for a fast, hungry kiss that aroused a longing she’d never known.
Heat flooded her belly, making her tremble, and Amanda wanted more, needing to make him crazy too. Sliding her hands up to cup his jaw, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and was rewarded with a low, sexy sound that rumbled in his throat.
She liked that sound. A lot.
One of his hands left her hair and leisurely caressed its way to the curve of her hip and over the top of her panties. Her heart rocked hard in her chest, and when he slowly slid a finger down the middle, rubbing the material against her sensitive flesh, she broke the kiss and gasped.
“You’re nice and wet,” he said against her throat, then without warning, lifted her up and walked over to the island.
This time she squeaked when her heated skin met the cold counter. But her discomfort was soon forgotten as she met his dark, smoldering gaze.
“Time to take care of you.” He tucked his fingertips inside her panties and tugged them clean off.
She should probably feel self-conscious, but Amanda was way past that stage and currently burning with so much need she shook.
“And you.” She skimmed her hands up his perfect body, which was hard and cut but not bulging with too much muscle. No, Dante had an amazing body, and she showed her appreciation by leaning forward to nip at his chest and lick his nipple as she ran her hands over his hot skin, brushing her thumbs across his hard, quivering ridges.
There was nothing messy about this man’s middle.
He grunted and caught her hands. “Not yet. I can’t think when you touch me.”
“Ditto,” she said, then sucked in a breath as he used one of his fingers to lightly trace a path from her knee to her thigh, then repeated the process with his mouth.
“Open up for me, Amanda,” he urged, his breath warm on her skin.
Need tingled through her body in a delicious rush.
The scrape of his chin as he inched closer to where she needed him the most had her automatically spreading her legs.
“Nice,” he murmured against her thigh. “Lay back, relax. We’re both going to enjoy this.
His words combined with his low, hungry tone, nearly set her off.
Easing her back onto the counter, she braced for the cold, but it lasted merely a moment as he trailed kisses to her hip and across her stomach.
“So soft.” He nipped and kissed some more before encircling her ankles with his hands and setting her feet on the counter with her knees bent. Gazing down at her, he sucked in a breath. “Gorgeous.”
He brushed a finger over her center.
Amanda sucked in air. He brushed his large finger over her again then again, and on the third pass, he slid his finger inside.
