His mouth brushed hers lightly and, with a groan, took full possession. Their lips twisted together in a hungry tangle, unable to get enough. She grasped the heavy flannel of his shirt in fistfuls, frantic to hang on, and answered his demands.
John climbed over her and settled his hips into the vee of her legs, nudging them wider apart as their lips continued their erotic dance. She clamped onto his hips and squeaked as his mouth drifted south, trailing a path down her neck, hitting nearly every sensitive spot she didn't know she had. His tongue joined in as he licked a trail over her chest, following the line of her tank top.
"Damn, you taste perfect. I knew you would," he muttered. "Just like candy."
She writhed beneath him, wishing there were no barriers between their bodies. He tugged aside the loose collar of her flannel shirt, exposing a shoulder, and his lips kissed down the delicate joint.
With an abrupt groan, John propped himself on an arm, panting heavily, his eyes hooded with desire. "I'll stop if you want me to." She could tell from his bright eyes and rigid jaw that it was the last thing he wanted to do.
Frankie arched beneath him as she curved a hand around his neck bringing him back for more. "Don't stop," she muttered into his mouth. "Don't you dare stop."
He growled as his lips captured hers in a biting kiss, then he shifted, tearing off his shirt with one pull. The breath caught in her throat as his thickly muscled chest was bared before her. She tunneled her fingers through the dark hair sprinkled across the broad expanse. He was perfection…even better than she had dreamed.
She wrestled her arms out of the flannel shirt and he had her tank top over her head in a split second. With a wicked grin and gleaming eyes, he reached under her with one hand to unlatch her bra. If she hadn’t been on her back, she may have swooned. This guy was dangerous and he knew it.
In a flash, his lips were wrapped around a rigid nipple, sending electric sparks through her, lighting up her body. She squirmed against him, desperate for more. Her fingers threaded through his thick hair, holding him in place, afraid he'd stop. "Please," she gasped, writhing against him. "Please." His mouth dipped to the other side, showering her other mound with attention, and sending her desire through the roof.
John paused, his eyes holding hers as he snagged his fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and tugged. "You're sure about this?" he asked again.
She nodded. "Yes." Her brain was so overloaded she could only manage monosyllabic words. But he didn’t need anything more, because in moments she was nude beneath him. He shucked off his pants in a split second and settled between her legs, cradling both breasts in his hands.
"Beautiful," he murmured as he captured a peak, swirling his tongue around in a way that made her see stars. He released the tender nipple with a sucking pop before his mouth drifted down. "I have to taste you." Goosebumps popped out at his guttural voice.
She gasped and wriggled as his lips found every ticklish spot along her torso until they were teasing the top of her mound. Her knees dropped open as his hot exhale caressed her tender flesh. "You smell incredible."
Frankie held her breath as his breath coasted over her center just moments before his mouth landed heavily on her most sensitive spot, his tongue swirling rhythmically in full possession. In less than a minute, she was begging, pleading for release, her fingers clawing at his shoulders and scalp. He was relentless, refusing to stop until he brought her to a paralyzing climax. A shriek ripped from her throat and her body clenched as every muscle in her body spasmed in ecstasy.
He purred as he gave her one last lick, then trailed kisses slowly up her body until he hovered over her on outstretched arms. The pressure of his hot, rigid length pressed against her as he notched into place. He gave her a licking kiss. "You okay?"
She nodded urgently, her body wrapping around his, craving more. "Yes," she murmured breathlessly, pressing against him. "Don't you dare stop."
She panted as he squeezed into her, stretching her almost to the brink. His eyes scanned her face, hips moving forward in slow increments. She grabbed his ass with both hands, her nails digging into the muscled globes and wriggled her hips. She knew he was trying to be gentle, but she needed more.
With a wicked grin, he gave her a heavy thrust, making them both gasp. Then his hips began to churn in a tight rhythm that ushered her quickly toward another peak. "Oh god, baby. You feel so good," he groaned, dropping down to capture her lips.
Frankie cried out as her entire body shattered into a million pieces, her slick flesh massaging him in rhythmic surges as her orgasm took control. He tightened above her and a loud guttural moan exploded from him as he surged one last time, pulsing inside her.
They collapsed together, his body slumped heavily over hers, both gasping for breath. After a moment, he braced himself on his elbows and stared at her, awe and satisfaction written all over his face.
Glad I'm not the only one.
Finally, he managed to find his voice. "Are you okay?"
Frankie laugh-snorted, her hands and legs tightening around him. "If I were any better, I'd probably die."
His brow crinkled, and then a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. "That doesn't make any sense." He rolled over and tucked her into him, her naked body draped partially over his. One hand cradled hers against his chest and the other curled possessively around her waist. A rough breath tore from him. "This is how I'd describe heaven."
She giggled, feeling suddenly shy. “Me, too.” She tugged her hand free and stroked across his chest. "This was the last thing I anticipated when I took this assignment."
He gave her a lazy look, his hand tightening on her waist. "That we'd end up here?"
"Yeah." She planted her palm over his heart. "I mean my best friend, Sharon, would absolutely do something like this." She paused, twisting her mouth to the side. "Well, actually Sharon would have gone straight to the seediest biker bar she could find and picked up some random psycho."
He huffed a laugh as his fingers threaded through her hair.
"But seriously." She propped up on an elbow and held his gaze. "After I learned about my grandmother's connection here,I really wanted to meet you. I just didn't expect us to feel so much…" She bit her lip, searching for the word.
"Heat? Connection?" he offered. His hands tightened for a moment and then relaxed.
