Page 53 of Hot Shot

I nod and he walks with me to my car, parked down the street. He gives me a fast, hard kiss on the mouth after I open my door. “See you in a few minutes.”

I focus on breathing as I start my car and put it in gear, glad my Bay Ho condo isn’t that far away.

Somehow he manages to get there before me, which makes me smile, picturing him racing through dark streets to get there. Is he as keyed up as I am?

Apparently he is, waiting for me at the door, sweeping me into an embrace to lay another hot and heavy kiss on me. My breasts ache as he crushes me to him, his big arms wrapping around me, and it feels so good. Oh my God, so good. This time his tongue plunges into my mouth aggressively, then he bites softly at my lips. Erotic hunger flares to life inside me, heat shimmering out from my core to my fingers and toes, scorching my hairline.

His hands move over me, shaping my hips, sliding up my back, bare in the low-cut dress, to caress the back of my neck. Tingles slide down to the base of my spine where I ache with need. His fingers spear into my hair, more sensation slipping from my scalp down my body.

The kiss is endless, deep and wet. I press into him, open to him, kiss him back. His tongue caresses mine and my body fevers for more. More.

We’re both panting by the time our mouths separate, staring at each other with lust-dazed eyes.

“Um, maybe we should go in,” I whisper.

His lips quirk. “Great idea.”

With shaky hands and blurred vision, I unlock my door and flick on a light as I enter. Marco shuts the door behind us and follows me into the living room.

“Did I tell you how hot you look in that dress?” he growls, reaching for my hips.

“No.” Damn, I like hearing that from him.

“I wanted to throw a blanket over you so no one else could see you. That dress should be illegal. Look at you . . . showing off those perfect long legs . . .” He runs a hand down my thigh in the opening. “And such a sexy back.” He turns me and bends to kiss me between my shoulder blades. He traces a finger down my spine. “Never knew a woman’s back could be so sexy. My balls were hot and aching all night.”

He’s stealing my breath, making me just as hot. I let out a soft, “Oh.”

His tongue strokes up my back and he nips at the nape of my neck, then turns me to face him again. Cupping my face in both hands, he tilts my head and covers my mouth with his again in another long, hungry kiss. I go boneless against him, a needy sound rising in my throat.

His mouth leaves mine to slide across my cheek, nip at my earlobe, then lay a string of openmouthed kisses down the side of my neck. My head falls back helplessly and I clutch his shoulders. His breath heats my skin, his tongue traces a line down to the edge of the dress where his fingers tug it aside so he can lick lower. My breast swells as he draws his tongue over the top curve. He makes a low sound of frustration at the clothing between him and my nipple that’s hard as a pebble.

Marco. This is Marco worshipping my body, enthralled with my body in a way I’ve never experienced. I soak up his soft groans and the feel of his tongue on my skin and how the rough tips of his fingers graze over me with careful attention.

“Damn, I want to taste you,” he mumbles.

He turns his attention to the hem of the dress, hands on my thighs, easing the dress higher. Higher . . . until his hands brush over the string of my thong on my hips. My clit pulses with need. He eases my legs apart with his hands, just a bit, and then, sweet Jesus, he cups my pussy. I throb against his palm, and now he knows how turned on I am because my panties are soaked.

“Fuck, Carrie.” He holds me there for a moment, his voice raw. “Feel how wet you are for me.”

“I know.” I bite my lip. I hate to admit how much he arouses me, how he juices up my girl parts with a few kisses and sucks. Okay, amazing, luscious, erotic kisses and sucks. It’s almost embarrassing.

This man keeps surprising me . . . he’s moody and grim, but also unexpectedly attentive and seductive. It’s a dangerous combination.

He seems as worked up as I am as he pauses, his chest rising and falling, his jaw tense. “Carrie,” he groans, rubbing my aching pussy. Tremors shake my thighs, sparks twirl inside me in a twist of excitement. I gasp. We haven’t even made it to the bedroom and I’m on the verge of an orgasm.

His other hand slides around to cup my butt and give one cheek a firm squeeze as he caresses between my legs and devours my mouth. I’m dizzy and hot, aching with need, drowning in sensation and I just keep thinking,Marco, Marco.

I moan when he withdraws his hand, but he’s reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress. He lowers it, then he tugs the dress down to reveal my black strapless bra. He tucks his fingers into the cup and pulls that down too, exposing my nipple. For a moment he goes very still, staring down at me, and I wait breathlessly, my nipple tingling into a puckered point.

I love the hot look in his eyes, the fullness of his bottom lip, the flush on his cheekbones.

My lids drop when he closes his lips over the tender tip of my breast and sucks. Heat spirals right to my pussy. I clench my thighs on the sharp ache of need and utter a small cry of delight as he draws my sensitive flesh deeper into his mouth.

My head falls back and my back arches as I offer myself to him. His mouth teases and tortures me, arousing me to a fevered state.

“You like that?” he growls against my skin, his beard rasping there.

“No,” I pant. “I hate it.”

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