Page 91 of Dangerous Encore
Fuck, that soft, wettongue—
It takes every bit of concentration I have to stay upright. I press my ass against the counter. I dig my hands into his hair and hold himagainstme.
He reaches around my back to unhookmybra.
Then he's dragging his lips over my other breast, sucking on my other nipple, flicking his tongue against the tender bud until I'm panting withdesire.
Every inch of me is awake andalive.
And every inch of mewantsJoel.
He slides one hand up my inner thigh and strokes me over my jeans. "This will be easier on thecouch."
Inod.
He scoops me into his arms, carries me to the couch, lays me flat onmyback.
Joel stares into my eyes as he unbuttons and unzips my jeans. As he rolls them to my ankles and offmyfeet.
Fuck, all the desire in hisgreeneyes.
I fall back onto thecouch.
I spread my legswider.
I dig my hand into his hair. "Make mecome,baby."
He groans against my inner thigh. His teeth scrape against my tender flesh. Hard enough to feel fucking amazing but not hard enoughtohurt.
He pulls me to the edge of thecouch.
He drags his lips up mythigh.
Almost.
Closer.
There.
His tongue flicks against my clit. He takes his time tasting every inchofme.
Right now, there's nothingbetween.
Nosecrets.
Nostress.
Noapprehension.
Nothing but him bringing mepleasure.
He licks me soft and slow. Hard and fast. Up and down. Left toright.
I buck against his lips. "Fuck,Joel."
"Louder, angel." He nips at my inner thigh. He pulls me closer. Licks meharder.
Harder.
