Page 52 of California Dreaming

He was kissing his way up her body, beginning with her calves and inching up to her thighs. The feeling was electric, and she relished every sensation as pleasure rolled through her in waves.

She couldn’t believe how gentle his touch was. The depth of his tenderness. And how sexy, how sensual, how full of pleasure he made her feel.

It was everything she could have wished for, if she’d been bold enough to make that kind of wish.

His hands slid up and across her curves. He touched her slowly, still so gently, and then she felt her panties being peeled from her skin. It was exquisite torture.

She raised herself onto her elbows to look at him. His tanned skin, the mop of sun-licked hair, and the rippling of his biceps made her breath catch in her throat. She’d never known sex could be like this.

He was driving her crazy making her wait for more… but she was desperate for it. And it took everything she had not to beg him to go fast and hard.

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Tessa’s white lace panties were pooled beside him when he felt her gaze. He raised his head and took in the sweet sight of her nearly naked on his bed.

“You’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined.” And he meant every word. She was gorgeous beyond his wildest dreams.

She sat upright then and held out her arms.

He went to her without so much as a moment’s pause. She was irresistible. And he needed to see all of her.

To explore all of her. Inch by glorious inch.

Even though the effort to go slow was nearly killing him, he took his time unhooking the bra and releasing her full breasts.

Sweet Lord, she’s beautiful.

Now that she was fully naked, it was going to be a nearly impossible task to be gentle and to keep taking things slow. But he was determined to do just that.

He could barely wrap his head around the fact that he had taken off her clothes, let alone how much she obviously wanted him. And now here she was, a total knockout. Her curves were divine, her skin soft as butter.

Tessa Taylor deserved this kind of worship.

And he had never been happier in his life than he was right now, knowing that she was giving him the chance to do just that. To worship all of her, inside and out.

Carefully, he lowered himself over her and covered her smooth belly with kisses, which soon became teasing licks around her navel. She moaned in pleasure, and to his ears, the sound was like a rhapsody of angels.

He felt so lucky that he was the one she’d chosen to give her the pleasure she deserved. He gripped her hips and felt her lift up toward him, urging him to go on, to take more, and to give more.

He stopped to unzip his jeans, but she said, “No, you’re not getting away that easily.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is Nurse Taylor making an appearance again?”

She laughed, joyful and sexy, and then in an impressive feat of fitness, managed to roll him onto his back and straddle his hips.

She gently bit his left earlobe and whispered, “It’s my turn to tease you now.” She eased the zipper of his jeans over his rock-hard erection.

He moaned at her touch, just as he’d wanted to do every time she’d touched him during their exercises, or when her skin had brushed his. He already knew she had healing in her hands, but even in his most wicked imaginings, he hadn’t known how good they would feel as she caressed him.

Tessa was blowing his mind.

“You. Me.” He paused to try to think straight, which was nearly impossible with her naked and straddling him in his bed. “I’ve never felt like this before, Tessa. Like we’re two halves of a whole. Like we can read each other’s minds.”

As she slid off his lap to pull off his jeans, she said, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment. I always have.”

He was stunned. Did this mean that she had felt the same spark on the beach that first day?

But he didn’t have time to contend with questions when she was undressing him as slowly and as sensually as he had her. And he loved it.

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