Page 45 of Explosive Vengeance

He couldn’t tell if she’d done it to tempt him or not, and it was driving him crazy. If she was worried and still thinking about tomorrow, he would keep his hands to himself. “You can sleep after drinking that?” He nodded at the empty can.

“No, but you can. You have to be tired.”

Not anymore, with her so close and wearing next to nothing. “I’m fine. But I could helpyouget to sleep.”

She arched an eyebrow at his offer, amusement lurking in her gaze. “You think so?”

He lifted a shoulder. “I’m a PJ. I’m good with my hands.”

“Hmm, I just bet you are.” The heavy-lidded look she gave him made his blood pump hotter.

He wanted her under him. Naked. His tongue inside her.

He swung one leg across the chair seat and stood, watching her face as he advanced toward her. If she’d tensed or taken a step back, given any indication at all that she was hesitant or not into this, he’d have stopped.

But she didn’t. She stood her ground, tracking him with those big brown eyes, the mix of hunger and yearning on her face tugging at his heart.

He stopped directly in front of her, forcing her to tip her head back a little to look up at him. He reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, ran his fingers through its softness. “What do you say, firecracker? Wanna see if I can take the edge off for you?”

Molten desire filled her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered, and reached for him.

Heath groaned as he covered her mouth with his, his fingers sliding deep into her hair to curve around her skull and hold her close. Chloe cupped his face in her hands and plastered her lithe body to his, her lips parting for the stroke of his tongue.

She leaned back against the edge of the table, hands moving to his hair as he lifted her shirt. Small, round breasts met his avid gaze, topped with tight pink nipples. Heath hummed his appreciation and leaned in, licking a path down the center of her chest to the inside curve of her left breast. He nuzzled her, rubbed his bristly cheek against her softness, then closed his mouth over the rigid peak.

Chloe gasped and pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his head. “Heath…”

He didn’t respond, busy sucking and licking, loving the sound of his name on her lips. He locked one arm around her hips and pulled her pelvis tight to his, rocking the ridge of his erection slow and gentle between her splayed thighs. He wanted her hot and wet for him when he finally touched her there.

She urged him to her other breast and he obliged, rubbing and rocking his erection right where she needed it. With a soft, needy sound she splayed her thighs wider. He palmed one side of her ass and squeezed it, eased his hand around between them to slide inside the leg of her shorts to find her hot center.

She was drenched against his fingers, her heat beckoning him. He lifted his head from her breasts to stare at her face while he grazed her swollen folds with his fingertips. She gasped and stared up at him through pleasure-blurred, heavy-lidded eyes, leaning back to give him more room.

Heath gently nipped at her lower lip, sucked it as he eased a finger inside her then withdrew, spreading her slickness up to circle the hard bud of her clit. Her breathless moan made his whole body tighten. “Can you get off like this?” he said against her parted lips.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” she whispered back, rocking against his hand.

He had no intention of stopping. Instead he shifted his hand, eased two fingers into her, curling them upward to rub her sweet spot while his thumb caressed the swollen knot of her clit.

“Ohh, yeah,” she moaned, nipping his lower lip once before tugging his head downward.

Immediately he sucked her other nipple into his mouth, using his tongue in rhythm with his fingers between her legs. God, she was so soft, so hot. The way she moved, the unabashed way she sought and took her pleasure, was sexy as hell. Her thighs tightened around his hips, her muscles tensing, her breaths turning ragged as she reached the peak.

Heath raised his head and stopped moving his hand.

Those big brown eyes flew open, her lips parting in shock. She made a sound of protest but he cut it off with a deep kiss, twining his tongue with hers. It wasn’t enough to just get her off. He wanted her to remember this, crave the tension and eventual release he could give her.

He kept kissing her, waited until the tension melted from her body before resuming his caresses between her legs. This time her moan was louder, unsteady. She locked her ankles at the small of his back, as if afraid he might try to walk away. Heath teased her now, touching his tongue to hers and then retreating. A sensual dance she responded to with utter abandon.

Rocking against his searching fingers, she released his head and reached down to shove at her shorts. Heath helped her, dragging the damp cotton down and off her long legs, dropping it on the floor as he sank to his knees before her and gripped the outsides of her thighs.

Chloe leaned back to rest her elbows on the desk, her tight pink nipples peeking out from the locks of hair tumbled over her breasts. Her eyes were dark and hazed with desire, her mouth pink and shiny from his kisses. And between her legs…

Heath gave a soft growl as he stroked his thumbs over the succulent flesh calling to him. Pink and slick, swollen with desire.

Firming his hold on her thighs, he leaned in and settled the flat of his tongue against her. Slow. Soft. Making her feel every single spot he touched as he licked up the length of her to settle his lips around her clit.

She seized his hair with one hand, her weight balanced on her other arm, the muscles in her thighs trembling slightly as she stared down at him. “Heath.”

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