Into the Fire - Leslie Kelly [53]
Then he moved. A slow smile spread across his lips, a smile he knew was full of promise and anticipation, desire and excitement.
"Nate…"
"No more words, Lacey."
When he reached her side, she gasped as he bent and picked her up in his arms. He didn't hesitate, simply turned and carried her out of the kitchen and down the short hall of his apartment. To his bedroom.
"I've pictured you here," he said as he lowered her to his king-size bed. Nate liked how she looked there, noting the way she curled and arched sinuously against the soft fabric beneath her nearly naked body.
"I've pictured you in many places," she admitted with a deep, erotic sigh.
"Here?" he asked, just before he took her mouth in a hot, insistent kiss, catching her tongue with his and tasting her thoroughly.
"Yes," she whispered when their mouths broke apart.
He lowered his head to her neck, sucking and nibbling his way down to her tender nape. "Here?"
She shifted, lifting her body, whimpering. "Yes," she finally managed to say.
Nate moved lower, to the curve of one creamy breast, breathing through the silk fabric of the teddy until she squirmed. "And here?" he asked. Only after she nodded mindlessly did he open his mouth on her, slipping his tongue beneath the lace to lick at her sweetly puckered nipple.
"Nate!" she cried, wrapping her hands in his hair as he thoroughly lathed and sucked her sensitive flesh.
"Not right? You want something else?" he whispered before moving to pay attention to her other breast.
"I want everything else," she admitted hoarsely.
"So do I." Then he lowered his head, sampling more. Lacey quite simply lost her mind when he moved his mouth down her belly, breathing hotly over the slick fabric of the teddy. She was incoherent, one living, writhing, erotic being in need of his kiss, his touch, his mouth. She twisted against him and almost screamed when he finally moved to the juncture of her thighs.
He unsnapped the teddy with his teeth.
"I can't believe this," she muttered as she felt the waves of pleasure washing over her and knew she was close to climaxing. "You make me come in my sleep." He chuckled throatily. "Ditto."
When he nudged the damp silk away from her flesh and moved his mouth over her, tasting her with flicks of his sweet, hot tongue, she really did scream. And then she flew apart in a completely shattering orgasm. Her second of the afternoon.
He caught her scream with a kiss that stole her breath and built the pleasure all over again. Nate's tongue plunged deep into her mouth, and Lacey met each thrust, pushing back with her own in a duel to determine who was more aroused. She figured it was a draw. His thick erection pressed ravenously against his jeans, pulsing against her naked, exposed sex. Her body jerked against him instinctively. He groaned from deep in his throat as she slid one leg around his hips and pulled him tightly against her, rubbing herself against his strength, silently urging him to strip off his clothes and just take her.
When he lifted his mouth from hers only to scrape kisses along her jaw, to her neck and earlobe, Lacey whimpered.
"You know what I want," Nate whispered heavily. "You heard it right from my own mouth on that tape. Now what is it you want?"
She shivered, closed her eyes, picturing what she wanted to do with this man. Everything. Anything. Once, and then over and over again. "I want you to say it again. I want to hear every little thing you plan to do to me," she finally managed to gasp. "And then I want you to do it."
As he knelt beside her and shrugged off his jeans and shirt, he chuckled. The throaty, warm sound tantalized her almost as much as the sight of his perfect naked form. She watched the play of muscles beneath his skin, feeling intensely feminine as she studied the differences in their bodies. When she saw the power of his desire for her, that thick, throbbing erection, she whimpered, remembering how he'd filled her up last Friday, all the way to the depths of her being.