Make Me Over_ Getting Real - Leslie Kelly [47]
Then they didn’t say anything. They merely fell into each other, kissing like they needed each other’s mouths to survive. Tori loved how he tasted, how he felt pressed against her. With frantic hands, she pushed his suit coat off his shoulders, then reached for his tie. Her cold fingers fumbled a bit, so he helped, yanking the thing off, then pulling at the buttons of his dress shirt.
She had to taste every bit of skin as it was revealed. His hard shoulder, that sharp corner of his collarbone. The hollow of his throat where dark, spiky hairs tickled her skin. Lower. Oh, Lord almighty, lower, down the man’s rock-hard chest, sprinkled with more of that wiry hair. She licked and nibbled her way down his rippled belly, until she was kneeling in front of him, grabbing at his belt. The lap blanket from the library was beneath her knees, providing a slight cushion.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you since the last time we were here,” she said through hoarsely indrawn breaths.
He didn’t try to stop her, thank heaven. Tori made quick work of removing his pants, while he kicked off his shoes. Then she carefully pulled his boxer briefs out of the way. When she saw him—all of him—thought deserted her and pure hunger took over. She licked her lips, instinctively knowing what she wanted. She’d never done such intimate things with a man before, but hungered—absolutely starved—to take him into her mouth. So she did.
“Oh, God,” he groaned when she covered all that pulsing, hard flesh with her lips. “Tori, you’re so hot, so sweet,” he muttered.
So was he. But her mouth was too full to tell him so. Instead, she showed him how much she liked his taste by drawing him deeper and deeper, sucking and licking as much of him as she could take. Still following some ancient, womanly instinct that told her what to do, she began to move, to draw deep, then pull away. The heat in the room ratcheted up and a sheen of sweat grew visible on his body. His muscles were tense, straining, and suddenly he dropped his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away.
Tori opened her mouth to protest. But before she could do so, Drew had dropped down to kneel in front of her on the blanket. “I’m not gonna come in your mouth our first time,” he growled against her lips as he kissed her again.
“I did,” she said through choppy breaths.
He laughed hoarsely, even as his hands continued moving frantically over her body, one sliding across her breast, her waist, then lower. Then he added, “Maybe so, but I’m gonna come here.” He punctuated the promise by grabbing her between the legs, his fingers warm through the fabric of her slacks. Tori almost howled at the barrage of sensation.
“Then do it,” she ordered, yanking at her sweater and pulling it off.
He helped her, reaching for her bra, unfastening it before she’d even pulled her hair free of her sweater. Then he was kissing her breasts, suckling her, feasting on her with his mouth, while he unbuttoned her slacks. Her legs went weak and the rolls of pleasure began to wash through her body. She arched against him, needing more…more pressure, more intensity. And he gave it to her, working his hand into her open zipper and under her panties. When his fingers dipped into her, she shuddered and shook, her orgasm washing over her almost immediately.
She’d barely begun to recover from it when Drew pushed her pants all the way off, dropping them with the rest of their clothes. They knelt again, facing one another on the small blanket as they touched with heated, frenzied strokes.
Had her fingers ever moved across something as warm, as hard, yet silky smooth as his body? And lordy, how could she stand any more of this sensual torture; the kisses, the fleeting caresses, when what she wanted was him driving into her hard and fast, punching up the pace the way she punched the gas pedal at the start of a race?
“I need you,” she mumbled, lifting one leg. She wanted to wrap it around him and pull him down on top of her, needing him now. Right now.
But he wouldn’t let her. Pulling away, he opened the cabinet,