Make Me Over_ Getting Real - Leslie Kelly [32]
He hissed. He didn’t, however, pull away. Which left her free to explore a little with her mouth. She pressed soft kisses down toward his shoulder, then moved to the front, licking a bit at the hollow of his throat.
“Tori,” he groaned.
“Kiss me, please,” she whispered, her voice sounding breathy and full of need.
And he did. Lifting her chin with the tips of his fingers, he lowered his lips to hers, catching her mouth in a slow, wet, hungry kiss. A deep sigh came from her throat as he licked her tongue, tasting her with delicate precision. Achingly slow and so intimate she felt as if she was being appreciated like some of that fancy wine she’d been learning about all week.
Then he started to move. To dance again. To slide his hard form against hers while both his hands dropped to her hips. She didn’t protest when he slipped them below the bottom of her shirt and lifted it. Didn’t even breathe when he tugged it all the way off and tossed it aside. Thought ceased altogether when he ran those big, strong hands of his up her sides to tease the bottoms of her breasts.
He finally pulled away, just far enough to look down at her, his eyes filled with dark desire. “You’re gorgeous.”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached for his shirt. He helped her pull it up and off. “So’re you.”
Then their mouths met again and their dance continued. Only now, their upper bodies touched, slid against each other and aroused Tori to the brink of insanity. The heat and humidity caused a sheen of moisture on their skin, reducing friction. Raising awareness.
“See? Dancing’s easy.”
“Think anyone’ll notice at that fancy party if we dance naked?” she asked with a sigh.
A low rumble of laughter was his only reply. But his hands were busy, cupping her, teasing her, tweaking her nipples with his fingertips as they continued their sultry dance.
Tori held her breath as he bent lower to taste the skin of her neck, down to her collarbone. When he dropped to his knees in front of her, she couldn’t help swaying into him, until he encircled her thighs with one powerful arm. He tasted her belly, her torso, until Tori was whimpering with the need to have his mouth on one of her begging-for-attention nipples.
“Drew,” she wailed, bending toward him practically ordering him to give her what she hungered for.
He finally took pity and covered the tip of her breast with his lips. One strong pull and she cried out, having to rest her hands on his bare shoulders to support herself on suddenly shaky legs. She felt the sensation rushing through her body, almost not recognizing it because it’d never been so powerful before.
She was dying for him. Just dying. Every flick of his tongue against her breast sent bolts of delight downward, until the throbbing between her legs was almost unbearable. When he moved his mouth away, she immediately dropped down to her knees, right in front of him. Their lips met again in a hot, quick mating, and she reached for his belt.
He said something, leaning away. It took a second for her to realize what it had been.
“Tori, no….”
“I want this,” she whispered, reassuring him even as she nipped and sucked at his neck.
“So do I.”
She went for the belt again.
“But not now.”
She froze, her fingers just barely brushing the front of his pants, where his visible erection strained against the fabric. “You wanna run that by me again?”
He closed his eyes and gave one hard shake of his head, as if trying to knock some sense back into it. If he continued with this crazy talk, he was gonna get some help.
“God, if only you knew how hard this is for me.”
“It’s hard for me,” she insisted, staring directly at his crotch. “I can see how hard it is for me.”
A hoarse laugh that sounded more pained than amused erupted from his lips. “You’re not ready,” he finally said.
Oh, she was ready, all right. “Wanna bet?” she snapped. Then she proved it to him by grabbing