Page 36 of Back in Black

He switched to her other breast, and just as he sucked that nipple into the heat of his mouth, he palmed her sex.

Her fingers contracted on his shoulders, digging hard into his muscles.

Slowly, so slowly that it tormented them both, he used his fingertips to explore her, open her. Hot. Damp. He teased along her inner lips until they parted—and pushed one finger in deep.

Crying out, Gillian arched into him.

Damn, but he could feel her pulsing around his finger, feel her wetness, the slick heat.

He withdrew enough to work in a second finger and taunted her nipple again with his teeth.

Clenching around his fingers, she stiffened and trembled. Drew straightened to look at her face. “You’re already close, aren’t you?”

She nuzzled his jaw, moved against him.“Yes.”

Pleased with her, he lightly kissed her parted lips. “I want to see this.” He brought his thumb up to touch her clitoris.

Her eyes closed and her head fell back. Holding on to him, she moved with him as he worked his fingers in and out of her, teased her clit, and palmed her ass.

Her stiffened nipples rubbed against his chest, abraded by his chest hair. He’d somehow known she’d be hot, but he hadn’t expected this.

Panting, she said, “Drew . . . I need the bed.”

God, she was amazing. “No,” he whispered. “Not yet.”

“But . . .” Heat poured off her. Between her legs, her slick flesh swelled.“Drew . . .”

He kept up the steady rhythm, pushing her, and as her orgasm overtook her and her legs went weak, she held on to him.

Drew watched her face, how her expression tightened, twisted. Beautiful and real. Gillian wasn’t a screamer, but her low throaty moans and gasping breaths were a huge turn-on, as much so as her voluptuous, sexy body.

Spent, she went limp in his arms.

“Now the bed,” he decided. If he didn’t get in her soon, he’d embarrass himself.

Gillian let him settle her to the mattress, but she wasn’t quite aligned with the bed. Instead, she lay crossways. From the knees down, her legs hung over the side. Raising her arms above her head, she smiled, and it affected him like a well-placed lick.

“God, the things you do to me . . .” Drew said, but she either didn’t hear him or didn’t care.

Even as he got a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, Drew wondered what it was about Gillian that had him fumbling in such a rush.

Sure, she was hot. No two ways about that. And he’d just discovered that she was uninhibited and sexual, too.

She had a full-figured, killer body that only an idiot wouldn’t appreciate.

Classy, smart, witty, motivated . . . okay, what was there about hernotto enjoy?

“Drew, don’t take this the wrong way.”

Forcing his gaze from her soft belly and damp pubic hair to her face, Drew lifted a brow. “What?”

“I’m flattered that you appear to enjoy looking at me. And you’re not exactly hard on the eyes, either.” As she said that, her gaze dipped over him, stalling on his erection. She squirmed on the sheets, shifting in urgency. “Very impressive, in fact. But I’m a more tactile person, I guess. I’d really like tofeelyou, not just look at you, you know?”

Closing his eyes against her stimulating words, Drew struggled for control.

Gillian didn’t let up.

“Seriously, Drew, if you think you could bring yourself down here to me . . . well, that would be very nice.”

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