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“Praise Jesus,” he utteredagainst her temple, “’cause I sure as hell don’t want tostop.”
Her mouth got busy with his, and sheslipped her hands under his sweatshirt and did what she’dfantasized about doing earlier: rubbing her hands over his heavymuscles so her fingers could glide through wiry hair on hischest.
After trailing kisses along her jaw,his words were a low rumble as he tugged on her top.“Let’s getthis out of the way.”She raised her arms and as he pulled thesweater up and over her head, his voice turned reverent.“SweetLaney.You’re so beautiful.”
She felt beautiful when he looked ather with such intense focus, like she was everything he’d everwanted.
Work-roughened hands followed a pathsimilar to the one she’d taken on his body, skimming her rib cage,one circling a breast to take its weight in his palm even as heused the other to unhook her bra, causing her breasts to spillfree.
He nuzzled both with his nose,breathing deep, then used his tongue to outline a nipple beforesucking it into his mouth.
She purred deep in her throat as needcoursed through her.
Time stretched as they used hands andmouths to relearn each other’s bodies.
A swift move and he shucked hissweatshirt over his head.She leaned forward to savor.The lampgave his skin a golden glow and she was developing a particularfascination with the way he tasted as she swept her tongue alongthe curve of his shoulder and the dip of his collarbone.
He rose to his feet, taking her withhim in a move that had her blinking at his easy strength.Shewrapped her legs around his waist, the muscles in his shoulderstaut under her hands.
He caught her gaze.
“Still sure?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Very.”
There it was again, thatlightning-fast grin that was oh so wicked.
Walker carried her down the hall,nudging open a door to the bedroom he’d shared with Sawyer as aboy.
In the shadowed darkness, he loweredher onto soft flannel sheets.He snapped on a lamp, which cast awarm glow on his skin, the ink design on his shoulder offering astark contrast.
He stood by the bed, eyes hooded, hisgreen gaze moving over her.She held her breath, wondering what hewas thinking.She hated being so unsure.Hated waiting for him torealize he’d made a mistake and walk out.
He didn’t.Instead, he crouched tounbutton and slowly peel her jeans and panties down her legs, hislips moving over the cradle of her hips, the length of her thighs,the backs of her knee, as inch by erotic inch, her skin wasrevealed.
“Beautiful Laney,” hemurmured against her ankle.“I’ve missed you.I’ve missedthis.”
When her fingers reached for his beltbuckle, he nudged them aside.“We’ll get there, baby, but youfirst.”
It was hard to argue when every touchfrom him took her deeper until all she could see washim.
He made his way up her body, heatpulsing wherever he touched.
His warm lips slid to the inside ofher thighs and need coiled tighter, then tighter still when therough pad of his thumb parted and stroked.
A low, desperate moanescaped from deep in her throat when his mouth finally wentthere.
He set to work on her, mouth, tongue,and clever fingers touching, teasing, tormenting, until she was atthe edge of an abyss, a writhing mess clutching mindlessly at thesheets.She was sure if she toppled over the edge, she’d shatterinto a million pieces.
His ferocious gaze caught hers.Histongue added firm pressure, his fingers stroked deep, and that wasall it took to send her rocketing over the cliff, a keening crycalling his name coming over and over from her lips.
She was still flying when he strippedoff his jeans and ranged himself over her, his biceps bulging as helowered his face to nuzzle the underside of her jaw.“I like theway you say my name when I get you there.”
She didn’t have it in her to beembarrassed.“Might have something to do with it being a long dryspell.”
“So you crying out my nameis a one-time thing only because of the dry spell?You won’t becrying out my name when you climax for the second or third timestonight?”
