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Asking for Trouble - Leslie Kelly [62]

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for a minute longer.

She did, sliding her hands down her sides and hooking her fingers in the waistband. They fell to the floor, leaving her completely unclothed, bare and beautiful. There was no shyness in her, no worries about the number of lights on in the room. Not that she had a thing to worry about.

Finally, unable to stand any more of this self-imposed torture, he rose and walked to her. “You are absolutely breathtaking, do you know that?”

She said nothing, not denying it because she had to see by his expression that he meant what he said. When he reached her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him close. Licking his lips, she made herself at home with his mouth. She didn’t let the kiss end even as he unbuttoned his shirt and twisted out of his clothes.

Only when he was completely naked did she pull away, glancing down at him. She swayed a little, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. “You know, I’d say it takes one to know one but it sounds so third grade.”

Laughing—charmed by her, as always—he dropped to his knees. She tried to come down to meet him on the floor, but he wouldn’t allow it, holding her hips to keep her where she was. When he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her stomach, she obviously figured out why. “Simon…”

“I didn’t get to taste you the way I wanted to last night,” he murmured, kissing his way down her belly, sampling the indentation of her navel, then following her hip bone with the tip of his tongue.

She jerked a little when his cheek brushed against her soft nest. Jerked right toward his face, which was exactly where he wanted her to be. Still holding her hips, he tugged her closer, toward his waiting mouth, loving her smell and the glisten of arousal on her most secret flesh.

Unable to wait another second, he opened his mouth on her, licking between her folds. She cried out, dropping her hands to his shoulders and digging her nails into him. Wanting to smile at how responsive she was, he instead moved a hand to her thigh, silently ordering her to spread her legs to give him better access. Once she had, he went back to what he’d been doing, covering her clit with his tongue, scraping it gently with his teeth.

“Oh, God, I won’t be able to take much of this,” she said through hoarse gasping breaths. “My legs will give out.”

He couldn’t have that. So again, without saying anything, he gently guided her to the leather chair beside the fireplace and pushed her to sit down. “Simon?” she asked, looking a little confused.

That confusion changed to shocked excitement when he lifted both her legs and placed them on the arms of the chair, opening her—exposing her completely.

She tried to close her legs.

“Don’t,” he ordered, keeping his hands on her knees as he looked his fill at the beautiful folds and glistening curls. “Don’t you dare stop me.”

“Uh, okay,” she said with a whimper, sounding almost desperate.

He knew how to end her desperation. Bending to her, he licked her from back to front in one long, slow slide. She jerked hard, letting out a tiny screech, but Simon was only beginning. He wanted her to be saturated with pleasure, until she came in his mouth. So dipping down again, he slid his tongue into her wet channel, making love to her the way he would with his fingers and his cock in just a few minutes.

Finally, when he saw the way her muscles were clenching and he heard the sweet, helpless groans of pleasure coming from her mouth, he moved in to take her over the top. Sliding a finger inside her, he lathed her tight little clit, staying with her for the ride as she cried out her ultimate satisfaction.

Unable to wait, he didn’t even give her a chance to recover. Grabbing a condom out of his jeans pocket, he sheathed himself, then slid up her body and between her still parted thighs.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.

She thrust up and he plunged down and they burst together in a hot, hard frenzy of pleasure. They pounded together for a few deep, hungry thrusts, then slowed down to savor

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