Hidden Pleasures - Brenda Jackson [45]
They slid over the softness of her shapely figure, as if molding her in a way that made her breath choppy. When he took a step closer and cupped her buttocks, rubbing his hands over their firm curve, she fought back the moan from deep within her throat.
“What is this about, Brittany? Why are you all of a sudden handing yourself to me on a silver platter?” His voice was husky as his hands continued to roam.
She stared into the depths of his green eyes. “You ask too many questions,” she said in a voice that trembled even to her own ears. He was standing close. His body was pressed into hers. She could feel the outline of his erection through his jeans. His eyes were trained on her face, causing goose bumps to appear on her arms and stirring a hunger within her. A hunger that was all new to her.
Deciding it was time to be bold and take things to the next level, she wrapped her arms around his neck and molded her body to his. She felt her already-short dress rise up in the process. Air fanned her butt as she pressed her hardened nipples into his solid chest. Instinctively, she shifted her body, causing her hips to move against his rock-hard thighs and his very aroused penis.
The thought that he wanted her filled her head with an excitement she’d never felt before. It made her bolder. Made her want things she’d never desired before. Made her want to do things she’d never done before.
She decided not to fight anything tonight, to just roll with the flow. Let loose. Be something she’d never been before—one of those sexually needy chicks. And with that thought in mind, she stood on tiptoes and offered her mouth to him.
He took it, and the thrust of his tongue between her lips made her quiver. At the same time that his mouth ravaged her, his hands took advantage of her raised dress and began caressing her backside and then slipping under her lacy panties to touch her bare skin.
He continued to kiss her in a way that made her moan and spread heat through all parts of her body. The juncture of her thighs tingled. Nothing she and any other man had done in the bedroom could equate to this. A mere kiss. Never had she gotten fired up to this degree. Or to any measure, to be honest. She hated admitting she used to pretend in the bedroom. Actually she’d gotten pretty good at faking it. But there was nothing bogus going on here.
Their lips clung and she wasn’t aware until now a mouth could actually make love to her. It was as if he was determined to know her taste, emerge himself in her scent. He seemed content just to stand there, feel her body wherever he liked and explore her mouth. And she was pretty much content to let him. They had kissed before, but never like this. Never with this much hunger, greed and intensity.
He suddenly broke off the kiss and the sound of his breathing—rapid successions of quick, hard breaths—matched her own. He met her gaze and held it and she noticed his lips were wet from devouring her.
“You do know this dress is coming off, don’t you?” he asked in a deep, throaty voice.
“And what if I said it was glued to my body?” she teased.
He smiled. “Then I would have to prove that it wasn’t. Stitch by stitch. Inch by inch.” And he began doing just that as his hands slowly moved over her body, tugging the dress off her shoulders and down her hips.
She heard his sharp intake of breath when he saw her red lace bra. And with a flick of his wrist he undid the front clasp and let the bra fall, setting free her twin mounds. His mouth immediately set upon them, drawing a nipple into the contours of his mouth to begin sucking.
Brittany grabbed hold of his shoulders when she felt weak in the knees. She hadn’t known her breasts were so sensitive. Hadn’t known they could ache for a man’s mouth, until now. He had moved his mouth to the other breast, and quickly he had latched onto the other nipple, sucking profusely, and causing her stomach to tighten with every pull.
Holding her nipple hostage, he tilted his head to gaze up at her and she saw a flicker in the depths of his eyes as his hands