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His lips curved into a sinful smile.“Honey, my flight doesn’t leave for another ten hours.I can spare time for a cup of tea if you need it.”
She rose onto her tiptoes until their lips almost touched.“I need more than tea, Brick Slater.”
The hand at her back delved down to catch her ass, pulling her groin against his.Like two puzzle pieces snapping into place, their hips and mouths connected.She closed her eyes.Sparks shot behind her lids.
Her mouth filled with his taste, warm and manly.His fingers moved expertly over her jeans covering her thighs.He turned and pressed her back against the wall.His palms settled at her sides, just beneath the hem of her shirt.
He paused.Slight tremors racked his shoulders, as though he was holding back.The breadth of his hands around her waist made her feel tiny.And for some reason that was ubersexy.
“Can we take this off?”he asked, nudging her shirt up a fraction.
Anticipation drew the moisture away from her mouth.She lifted her arms.He pulled the shirt over her head with ease and dropped it to the floor.She stood in front of him in her blush-colored bra.The cool air of the hotel room washed over her skin, making goosebumps pucker on her arms.Her nipples pressed against the thin material, brazenly saying hi and wanting his attention.
He dragged two of his fingertips over the lip of her bra.“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his voice strained.
Her belly tightened.Call her a sucker, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d received a half-decent compliment.
Energy rippled between them.She tugged at his T-shirt.“Your turn.”
He grinned, and the lopsided smirk made her loins dance.He crossed his arms, caught the material at his hips, and dragged it over his head, giving her a delicious view of all that tanned, hard muscle in action.
“Mmm.”She couldn’t have stopped the low sound of appreciation if she’d tried.She ran her fingers over the crevices of his abdomen.
He leaned forward, pinning one of his hands on the wall near her head and the other near her waist, neither touching her—which was a damn shame.
She rested her palms on his hips just above his jeans.He slid one knee between hers, and need shot to her core.
“Brick,” she moaned, needing him to do something.To take away this pulsing demand between her legs.
His eyes trapped hers, brown pools of yearning and admiration.“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”His fingers caressed her shoulder, then slid down her arm and back up.
Butterflies swarmed in her belly.“You don’t need to sweet-talk me.I’m already half naked.”
He chuckled.“Let’s see if we can do something about the other half.”
Her heart beat with excitement as he slid a bra strap down her shoulder.The desire warming her center turned to lava.His fingers went to the waistband of her jeans, and she let out a wanton gasp as he eased them down her legs.
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Brick’s head poundedwith need—almost as fervently as his dick.Natasha’s wandering caress found the snap of his jeans.He let her open it because he couldn’t stop touching her silky skin.His palms roamed over the swell of her hips, then reached around to nestle her perfect ass cheeks.Her fragrant pineapple scent made him want to drown in her.
He dipped his fingers into his pocket, pulled out the condom he kept there, and tucked it into the front of his boxers so he could keep his hands free until they were ready.He stepped out of his jeans as she shoved them down.Wearing only his black briefs, he dropped to his knees and kissed her belly button.
“Brick,” she gasped, her hands on his shoulders.
Christ, it’d been a year since he was with a woman.Before he left for his final deployment.And Jesus help him, he didn’t remember lust ever being this intense...this fucking primitive.
If he didn’t get Natasha’s beautiful legs wrapped around his waist, he was going to explode.He pushed open her knees.First things first.She needed to be thoroughly wet and ready because fuck, he was going to have a hard time slowing down.
He brought his mouth to her folds, and she sucked in a shuddering breath.Her legs wobbled next to his shoulders, and he grinned at the effect he had on her.“Never done this standing up?”he teased.
She chortled.“Never done this.Period.”Her voice was shaky, tight.
He froze, his hands holding her hips.“What?”His chest tightened as if wire were cinching his lungs.
She shook her head, her eyes heavy-lidded.She seemed annoyed with herself.“N-No.I’m not a virgin.Just...”She wet her lips.Her breath was ragged, desperate.“Just never done it like this.”
He touched her wetness with his tongue.“Never been kissed here?”he asked, wanting confirmation but hoping to hell that wasn’t the case.
