Page 32 of Seeking Two Lovers

Yes, please.

I blinked up at him while he led me down the hallway, unable to keep track of the turns or even what room we headed toward in my lust-filled body and mind-blowing numbness from a simple brush of lips and tongue.

Kissing Levi had always been comfortable, a sense of home I’d never had with anyone else. The lip-lock I’d shared with Zeke had been hot, panty-melting, but no butterflies had rushed through my belly, swirling straight through to my head like with Scott.

He brought us to a halt before a door and glanced down at me. “Okay, beautiful?”

I realized I still stared up at him. Enthralled, my lips tingling and desperate for more.

So much trouble.

“You’re one hell of a kisser.” I barely breathed the words.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He swiped the key card, turning the light green. A push on the handle and he entered, tugging me in behind him.

For a man to be as arrogant and assured of himself as Scott, I expected he would deliver.

Hell, how I hoped he did.

He slid his suit coat off and tugged his tie loose.

I kicked my heels from my feet and set my purse aside, my insides a riotous mess of the best sort.

Not once did we look away from each other.

Light spilled in from the window on the far wall, shadowing his face enough that I couldn’t make out his eyes other than the fact they were pale.

He took three steps toward me and hefted me with his arms, pressing my back against the door—gently but with serious intent.

I giggled with a bit of nervousness, but my legs wound around his waist, my hands finding his hair.

He kissed me senseless, taking his time to lick and nip over my lips. “So goddamn delicious,” he groaned into my mouth, spearing in his tongue for another taste and stealing my breath. “Fuck, I want to devour every inch of you.”

“Yes, please,” I gasped out as his teeth scraped over my chin with a tender bite.

Scott nosed at the place his teeth marked me, and I lifted my head, tilting it back to rest on the door. He pressed soft kisses to my neck, flicks of his tongue and his rumbled sounds of appreciation causing need to pulse through my core.

Wetness slid from between my thighs, soaking my panties, and I wiggled, seeking out something to rub against.

He lifted me higher like I weighed no more than a feather pillow, his mouth finding the peekaboo cut out in my blouse.

“Vanilla,” he whispered as his nose slid over my skin between my breasts. “So sweet. Take it off for me.”

Scott stepped away from the wall, his hands firm on my ass, giving me room to pull my blouse from my body. I didn’t make him ask for the bra, just ripped that damn thing away too. Before it fluttered to the floor, my back hit the wall again, and Scott wrapped his lips around my right nipple, nipping at the hardened nub.

“Oh God.” I grabbed hold of his hair, swallowing hard as he suckled, sending shots of lust straight to my clit. “So good…holy shit, that feels… Damn.” Biting on the inside of my lip, I tried to keep my whimpers contained as he gave my tits more attention than any man ever had.

Every stroke of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth, shocked charges through me, amping up my need to explode in a spasm of orgasmic pulses.

Who knew a woman could hover on the edge of a climax from mere nipple play?

The mouth on that man…

“Scott.” I gulped, torn between wanting to yank his head away from my chest and press him closer.

“So sensitive.” Hot breath wafted over my stinging nipple. “You are so fucking fine.”

He moved fast, spinning my head.

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