Page 54 of Noble Neighbor
She slipped her hands under his shirt and smoothed her palms against the smattering of hair covering his chest, easing the material from his shoulders as she moved along. His sleeves caught at his wrists, and she undid first one button, then the other. The white cotton fell away, and she studied the magnificence she’d uncovered.
Broad shoulders, torso tapering to slender hips. Dips and plains undulating with his rapid breathing. Sunny promised herself she was going to take time, a lot of time, exploring the bounty that was Oliver Armstrong during the night. Sleep was overrated.
Oliver reached across the half-foot gap between them and grabbed one end of the bow on her left side. “I’ve been itching to do this all evening,” he admitted.
She shivered, his husky voice a full-body caress.
Her nipples hardened. Her panties flooded. Her body trembled.
Banked desire ignited.
How she burned for the satisfaction only he could give her.
He tugged, and the bow fell apart. Oliver eased the material from the loop. The dress separated, and for a moment she panicked as he exposed her to his eyes,desperate to hide the extra padding and flab she carried.
Her gaze dropped lower, settling on the bulge that strained against his zipper. Doubt fled.
This man, this wonderful, generous, and beautiful man, wanted her.
Her. Sunny Jones.
The dress slid from her body. “You are mine tonight. Just mine. Say it, Sunny,” he rasped.
Sunny met his urgent stare. “I am yours tonight, Oliver.Just yours.”
Oliver took time to contemplate the beauty before him. Clad only in scraps of beige lace and cowboy boots, her generous curves, herwomanlycurves, begged for the touch of his hands, his mouth. His tongue.
He’d never expected to feel so much for another woman again. Whatso muchentailed was still too early to determine, but what he knew was that he wanted Sunny. No.Wantedwas too tame a word.
He desperately craved her, needed to pound his straining cock into her welcoming warmth before he expired from the hunger burning in him.
Oliver placed a hand to the middle of Sunny’s chest and nudged her to the bed. He kneeled to remove her boots and toss them aside. Raising his head, he caughther staring at him, her irises a narrow blue circle encasingenlarged pupils. Resting both hands on the tops of her knees, he applied gentle pressure. “Open for me, Sunny.”
She obeyed, allowing him to place a kiss on the inside of a knee before he trailed his lips up that thigh, stopping just short of the apex.
He repeated the process on her other leg, breathing deeply as he reached the center.
The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, and with a growl, Oliver placed his open mouth over her, his tongue sliding across the silk until he felt the tight nub. He closed his lips around it, alternatively sucking hard, then soothing with a swipe of his tongue.
Sunny fell back with a low moan. “Oliver,” she dragged out in a voice husky with hunger, bucking under him.
Chuckling, Oliver lifted his head and dropped a light kiss on a hip bone. Just above the lacy strap of her panties. He traced his tongue across the cesarean scar bisecting her lower abdomen, kissing her left hip, his thumb moving over her colorful tattoo.
It was then he felt the ridge.
He traced it again. There were others.
Sunny stiffened. “It was a car accident. I needed surgery.”
He wanted to ask more but shelved it for later, not wanting to kill the mood, and resolutely continued his meandering path of kisses up her torso to the underside of her lace-encased breast where he met resistance.
Pushing up to an elbow, he instructed, “Loosen your bra, Sunny.”
After a minuscule hesitation — he held his breath — she bowed off the bed, threading her hands under her body. The action brought her left breast close to his face, and he couldn’t resist the temptation. Oliver clamped his lips over the center and drew it into his mouth.
“Ooh … Oliver.”
He decided hearing her moan his name was the bestsound ever. She fell back, leaving scraps of beige danglingfrom his lips. He pushed the material out of the way and went to work on her breasts.
